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looking out at the island. “This isn’t an op. This is Jurassic Park 3, man. The second island. The one that time forgot.”
    “You couldn’t be further from the truth, Maxwell,” Ballantine said. “Time did not forget this island. In fact, it sounds like time found it and grabbed it by the nuts, twisting and twisting until both balls popped and exploded everywhere.”
    There were more than a few squirms.
    “Lovely,” Darby sighed. She looked at Ingrid and Carlos who both seemed about to puke. “What do you have? I’d like to get this freak show on the road.”
    Thorne looked like he was about to object to Darby hijacking his Team then he shook his head and aimed a thumb at her.
    “What the lady said,” Thorne barked. “We have work to do.”
    “He called your girl a lady,” Shane whispered loudly to Max. “Ha. Darby’s a lady.”
    “I know,” Max said, whispering back just as inconspicuously. “I’ve seen her lady parts. Been all up in that.”
    Thorne growled so low and deep that the deck nearly rumbled.
    “Damn,” Shane said. “I think you just went elephant on us, Uncle Vinny.”
    “Yeah, totally,” Max agreed. “And what my brother means by that is elephants can communicate long distances on low frequencies that we—”
    “SHUT UP!” the rest of the Team shouted, even Darby.
    “Oh my,” Shane gasped in a faux British accent.
    “How rude,” Max gasped as well, mimicking the accent.
    “Never a dull moment,” Ballantine said.
    “Are there creatures out in the water?” Ingrid asked. “I better get your compression suits.”
    She hurried off as half the Team began to complain.
    “The compression suits in this heat? Are you fucking nuts?” Max asked.
    “Don’t bring up nuts,” Shane said. “Ballantine will get distracted.”
    “Yeah, what was up with that twisting and twisting thing, man?” Max asked Ballantine. “Not cool.”
    “What do you have for us?” Thorne asked Carlos, ignoring his nephews as much as he could. “I’ve seen the thing we’re up against.” He patted the butt of his heavily modified M4 carbine. “This will only piss it off.”
    “If the information Ballantine has given us is correct,” Carlos said. He rolled his eyes at the look Ballantine gave him. “If it is correct then the creature will have skin thicker than an elephant’s hide.”
    “Uncle Vinny can talk it down,” Max said.
    “Yeah, he speaks elephant,” Shane added.
    “As I was saying, the creature’s hide will be extremely thick,” Carlos continued. “The normal rounds in your M4s will not penetrate.”
    Max and Shane patted their sniper rifles.
    “Speak for yourself, nerd,” Max said. “Some of us aren’t using M4s. My .300 Win Mag will stop almost anything.”
    “My .338 Mac will do even better,” Shane said.
    “Want to bet?” Max asked.
    “Sure. How much?” Shane replied.
    “We should make it interesting,” Max said. “Maybe— Oh, fuck! OW!”
    He looked down at Darby’s hand that had him by the crotch. She flexed once and he squeaked.
    “Build me something that can do that on command,” Thorne said as he looked at Carlos and pointed at Max. “For both the boys.”
    “Hostile work environment much?” Shane muttered.
    “Even your high-powered rifles won’t do much against that thing,” Carlos said.
    Ballantine made a clucking noise at the word “thing.” Carlos ignored it as he set down a crate he had been holding.
    “Line up,” Carlos said. “I have new ammo for you. Armor piercing with explosive rounds. Even if they don’t get all the way through the creature’s hide, they’ll do some extreme damage when they blow.”
    “He said blow,” Shane chuckled and looked at his brother. Max only shook his head, his crotch still under Darby’s control. “Oh, right, you’re muzzled. No fun all on my own.”
    “That’s the point,” Darby said.
    “A good point too, sweet ass cheeks from heaven and beyond,” Max said. “You always make the best