Free Escape From Dinosauria (Dinopocalypse Book 1) by Vincenzo Bilof, Max Booth III Page B

ruined me. He’s ruined everything. I’ll punch that motherfucker right in the dickhole.”
    Only a moment ago, the world’s most celebrated biologist was blaming Kenshin for the disaster; now, the young man had discovered that he was alone, and if he wanted to survive, he would need Kenshin’s help. Doctor Israel had always been practical, and he hated wasting his time. He made things happen.
    “There’s nobody who can help us?” Doctor Israel asked. “No way off this island?”
    “We are alone,” Kenshin said, thinking about it. “I had only hoped that we could somehow reverse the process—”
    “You’re kidding me.”
    “There may be someone who will help us. I know Tanaka has given up. I know he is beyond my help, but he has tried to bring his own help. There is one possibility.”
    But there wasn’t a lot of time.
     
    10
     
    Heaven was a hot shower after a good fight, and she was there now. She watched the blood-pink water disappear down the drain as she scrubbed the blood from her body, putting in some extra effort to get the stains underneath her fingernails. Jamie had been in one hell of a fight over the last few hours, one that involved machine guns, confused emotions, and baby dinosaurs. The dinosaurs just added to the confusion.
    The world had made sense before her plane landed at the airport, but now everything had turned upside down. She felt this way before, the first time she won a major fight. There were cameras, microphones, voices. People were asking questions. There were bright lights. Someone grabbed her ass. She had been a major underdog against Tara Nash, who was only two fights removed from a title shot. Too many people surrounding her, and all she wanted to do was go home and go hunting with her brothers. She imagined herself hunkered down in a tree stand, tasting the cool autumn air, watching the cement-colored morning clouds roll over the sky.
    Jamie stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She stepped into the luxurious bedroom and immediately turned to the pamphlet that she had left on the nightstand. The room was pitch-dark and she could still smell the blood. Maybe the smell would follow her forever.
    She was going to read it cover to cover. Glowing light from the resort’s many buildings and attractions provided just enough brightness through her room’s window to see the cover. She wasn’t in the mood to turn on all the lights yet. The room was quiet and she liked it that way; the idea of a bright light seemed like a loud idea. She had enough brightness and noise for one day. She had taken a long nap, and now the early evening had left her alone with this pamphlet.
    These people were going to clone dinosaurs and create a never-ending supply of meat. A never-ending supply of big game. Science in the interests of mankind. The NRA and big gun vendors had to be rubbing their hands over this. Animal rights activists might be happy, too, but it seemed another breed of activists had guns of their own and were interested in holding people hostage to free the dinosaurs. Or destroy them. She really had no clue what the hell went down at the airport.
    Someone was sitting on the bed.
    A man.
    The first thing she thought of was the guy looked like Spock from Star Trek . She hated Star Trek .
    The second thing she thought was he was too far away to have been waiting for a chance to hurt her. And he was the one who smelled like blood.
    The man put his hands up and slowly stood from the bed. “Please, I am here only to speak with you.”
    “Fucking pervert. Did you get a good look?”
    In the glow of the bathroom light from behind her, she caught a better glimpse of the tall, slender man who seemed completely at ease. His black hair was tied in a knot against the back of his skull, and he offered a patient, slow smile.
    “I am alone. I waited for you here. My name is Kenshin. Your life is in danger, Ms. Rock, and I want to help you.”
    “You’re not the first creep to