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shaking hands, frantically hissing, “Come on, come on, I know you’re in here, come on . . .”
    Bill rose from the water, gasping, just as the Pteranodon went for him yet again, this time opening wide gashes in his shoulders and tearing his shirt as he dove below the water. The boat continued moving away from the fallen helmsman, following its own preprogrammed course.
    Cawwwhhhrrr!
The Pteranodon soon abandoned Bill and whipped around, turning its crimson wings in a magnificent arc as it set its sights on the boat. The trapped passengers looked ripe and ready for the taking, unlike this elusive and frustrating prey in the water.
    “The button, the button,” Eric whispered. He craned his neck and saw the release at the front of the boat, near the wheel. Bright and shining and silver, it had to be the release for the metal bars restraining the passengers.
    Eric looked around for something to throw.
Shoes,
he thought
, shoes would be perfect,
but they were all crammed in too tightly for anyone to get their shoes off in time. He snatched a camera bag from the webbed doodad holder attached to the back of the chair in front of him and hurled it at the button.
    He missed. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the Pteranodon sailing in fast and heard it
cawww
ing in triumph. Fear nearly paralyzed him; then he heard his mom holler, “Gotcha!”
    He snatched his mom’s purse just as she grabbed something out of it. Then he hurled the purse at the button. It slapped against the hard plastic next to the button.
Missed again!
    There was no more time. The Pteranodon was on them, its sharp beak snapping, the golden sun lighting its eyes like wildfires at midnight.
    Amanda raised her hand and sprayed something at the creature’s face. It hissed and veered off course, jerking abruptly upward and away, the breeze of its wings ruffling Eric’s hair. The Pteranodon wobbled as it sliced just over the surface of the water, pulling up sharply to avoid hitting a small atoll in the lake. It flew beneath the low bridge that was coming up.
    “Bug spray,” Amanda said, almost out of breath. “
Nailed
him!”
    The prerecorded voices of “coast guard officials” hollered at the helmsman to get his boat out of the area as they passed beneath a covered bridge. Eric grabbed at his shoe, trying to get it loose so he’d have something else to throw at the release. He smelled something like gasoline in the water.
    “What is that smell?” Eric demanded as he tried to work his shoe loose. Ahead, the Pteranodon had circled and was heading back their way.
    “Fuel spill,” Josh bleated. “On the ride, there’s a fuel spill, and then—”
    The fake shark attacked as the Pteranodon once more flew straight at the group. A sudden series of explosions rocked the boat. Eric could feel the heat.
    With a squawk of fear and alarm, the Pteranodon veered off course and pulled up so fast it smacked the bridge and dropped down hard near the mechanical shark. It whipped about in fear at the sight of the creature.
    “It thinks the shark’s a Megalodon or something!” Josh cried.
    Eric knew that during the age of dinosaurs, Pteranodons had a poor sense of smell, but incredible vision. These InGen versions might or might not share those traits. One way or another, the flyer was so startled it didn’t realize the shark wasn’t real. It didn’t seem to smell the plastic and steel rather than juicy flesh.
    “Mom, when you quit smoking, you didn’t
really
quit, did you?” Eric asked.
    Amanda was frantic. “Eric, you’re on me about this
now
?”
    “Do you have your lighter?”
    With trembling hands, she pointed at the bag Eric had tossed. The contents were spilled all over. He spotted the lighter about a foot from the bag, next to his mom’s cell phone.
    Just then, his right sneaker came loose. He tossed it at the silver release—and hit it dead on! The bar slowly eased upward and he was free. Some people dove over the side; others crouched and covered