Wheatley stuffed Marissa into a truck where she was crammed in alongside a few of his mercs, while the truck and the following convey drove along very familiar roads, and sure enough after a long uncomfortable ride they'd arrive at Lockwood Estates.

Once there Wheatley took her by the arm and dragged her into the mansion despite her protests, in the foyer they were greeted by Mills himself wearing a smug grin.

"Little lady," Wheatley said, finally easing his grip on her arm, "Alive and well, as promised."

"Thank you." Eli responded, politely with a slimey grin, "The others?"

"Went down with the island." the merc responded and Marissa had to bite down on her lips to keep her comments to herself, if they thought that the others were dead then that was fine. They could go and keep the proper authorities to shut this whole thing down.

"Thank you Ken, that'll be all." Eli said, dismissing the mercenary, "Look at you." Eli tutted looking over Marissa's admittedly filthy appearance, "Look at your hair." he sighed, "Good thing I took the liberty of having clothes sent over for you, you can head up to one of the guest-"

"Are you kidding me?" Marissa interrupted.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Do you seriously think I'm just gonna go along with whatever bullshit set up you've got going on here?"

"Yes I do."

"You're insane," she scoffed, "And when Mr. Lockwood finds out what happening in his house he's gonna-"

"Lockwood is dead." Eli interrupted this time.

"What?"

"Poor man," he said in false sincerity, "He will be missed, but I'll make sure that his legacy lives on."

"You killed him didn't you?" she whispered in horror, "You're fucking crazy."

"No, I'm a visionary sweetheart." he said with a sick grin, before stepping closer to get in her face, "And if you know what's good for you and you don't wanna end up like your friends, be a good girl. Go upstairs. Fix your hair and your face, and put on the clothes that I paid for and do your goddamn job. You work for me, and me alone now right?"

Marissa glared at him, "Fuck y-"

Quicker than she could blink his hand shot up and slapped her across the face, she looked at him in shock holding her burning cheek but he only looked in disappointment, "Now you've got to cover that up too," he said shaking his head, "And I believe the words you were looking for were, 'Yes, sir'?"

Her nostrils flared but she tempered down her anger for the time being, "Yes sir."

"Good girl, now go get ready. Guests will start arriving soon."

Down in the basement of Lockwood Estates that happen to hold much more that the average billionaire mansion basement, Zach, Claire and Owen sat in a holding cell, and all around them were other dinosaurs in cells of their own. Zach sat on the ground across from Owen while Claire tried in vain to find a way out.

"Hi, Claire." A gentle voice called and they all turned to see Mills himself standing outside the cell adjusting his glasses along with Wheatley, "I just wanted to come and apologize." He said approaching the cell but backing away quickly when Claire rushed up and tried to grab him through the bars, "I didn't want to bring you into any of this, but it was the only way that we could get the raptor. And we needed it."

"Come on." Owen told Claire as he pulled her away from the bars, and Zach stood and began talking down his aunt, "So, what? This is it? I mean, you're a smart guy could've started a foundation to cure cancer. But instead, you… What? Sell endangered species?"

"I saved these animals."

"You betrayed a dying man for money." Claire snapped.

"Claire, I admire your idealism, but we both exploited these animals. At least, I have the integrity to admit it."

"I never, ever did anything remotely illegal."

"You authorized the creation of the Indominus Rex. You exploited a living thing, in a cage, for money. How is that different?" Mills shot back, "Huh? And you. The man who proved raptors can follow orders. You never thought about the applications of your research, Owen? How many millions a trained predator might be worth?" He boldly stepped closer to the bars of the cell again, "You two, you're the parents of the new world."

Owen squinted at him before grabbing his arm with little care and bending it across the bars inside the cage, the man immediately moaned in pain.

"Hey! Let him go." Wheatley warned pulling out a gun and training it on the former raptor trainer.

"Owen?" Claire begged, stepping in front of him.

"I think I'll break it." he responded shrugging.

"Let him go." Wheatley warned again. And this time Owen did.

When Claire turned her attention to him he tried to placate her, "Claire, it's-" but she grabbed his tie and pulled hard banging his head into the bars, much to Owen and Zach's amusement.

"Say the word, we got them, Mills." Wheatley whispered to Mills who was examining his broken glasses.

"Well, as far as everybody else is concerned, they burned up on the island." he responded simply, "And don't worry," he said to the cell's inhabitants, putting his broken glasses into his pocket, "Marissa will be well taken care of."

This time Zach flew at the bars, "Where is she?" he shouted but neither of the other men answered him, as they began to walk away, "Hey! You touch her and I'll kill you!" he yelled but continued to be ignored.

"Zach c'mon." Claire said grabbing his arm and trying to pull him away.

"You hear me! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Hey, c'mon kid." Owen said this time, as the two of them finally managed to pry him away from the bars, "She's a smart girl, she'll be alright. Calm down."

Without much of a choice at the moment, Marissa did as asked and cleaned herself up in one the guest rooms and put on the clothes that Eli had laid out for her. Loath she to admit, but the suit was awesome, it was a deep red color with a black silk shirt to go underneath the blazer. She didn't have a hair straightener handy, and doubt she would be going back to straightening her hair any time soon, so she pulled it into a ponytail, and covering up the bruise on her cheek with makeup before donning the suit and the heels.

"Much better." Eli greeted with a smile plastered on his face and he looked her over, it faltered slightly when he got to her hair, "It'll do for now." He said attempting to reach out and touch it but she ducked away glaring at him. "Meet Mr. Eversoll." he instructed after leading her out the front door to the deck where there were many vehicles pulling up. "My assistant, Marissa Sanchez." she introduced and Eversoll barely spared her a glance, "Do your job." Eli instructed harshly, handing her a tablet.

Marissa accepted and it was already opened to the manifest of the guests that were currently arriving, she checked off the names as Eversoll called them off.

'These people are all horrible.' Marissa thought to herself as the mansion filled up with these billionaires.

"Marissa," Eli called, "Why don't you head downstairs to the auction, and make sure everyone's in place, then get comfortable we've got a long night ahead of us."

"Do you really think, I'm gonna just sit back and help you get away with all this?"

"I think, you ought to be a little bit kinder to the man that got you off the street, payed off your mother's hospital bills and your student debt. So I'm not going to tell you again, keep your mouth shut and do your goddamn job." he spat viciously and Marissa clenched her jaw before turning on her heel and following the crowd downstairs.

Thankfully the rich assholes seemed to all know exactly where they were and needed to be so were all seated or finding their seats, so Marissa found hers as well. She loved heels as much as the next girl, but the brand new ones that she wore were on the wrong side of being broken in.

When someone lowered gracefully into the seat beside her she glanced over then did a slight double-take, "Hello Marissa." Henry Wu said with a charming smile.

"Henry?" she scoffed, "Why am I not completely surprised." she asked sarcastically.

"Nice to see you too."

"Welcome, ladies, gentlemen." Eversoll announced from a podium moments later, "To this extraordinary evening. Let's dive right in, with lot number 1." As he spoke a dinosaur was being wheeled out along a track, "The ankylosaurus. This is a herbivorous quadruped. Late Cretaceous. This is one of the largest armored dinosaurs. Known by paleontologists as a "living tank"."

"I have $4 million dollars. Anyone with 5? $5 million. $5 million. Do I hear 6? $6 million. Thank you. Any increase on six? Seven. $7 million. $8 million. $9 million on the phones. Do I hear $10 million? $10 million. Once, twice," He banged his gavel, "Sold! To the gentleman from Indonesia. Congratulations."

"Lot number 2, ladies and gentlemen. Juvenile Allosaurus. A fierce and aggressive predator."

"Sold!"

"Sold!"

"Sold!"

"Wonderful. Wonderful."

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, that we are halfway through the evening. We'd like to offer a special treat to our discriminating buyers. This evening, we will preview a new asset that we've been developing. A creature of the future, made from pieces of the past. Ladies and gentlemen, please be warned. This is the perfect blend of the two most dangerous creatures that have ever walked the earth."

As he spoke a dinosaur unlike anything Marissa had ever seen was brought out, it was so unnatural looking that it sent a chill up her spine. The fact that the guards were shocking it with cattle prods didn't help matters.

"We call it, The Indoraptor." Eversoll announced smugly, "The perfect weapon for the modern age. Built for combat. With tactical responses more acute than any human soldier. Designed by Mr. Henry Wu," beside her Henry looked smug as he waved, "Its intelligence quotient comparable to the velociraptor. Bio-specs include hyper sense of smell, trained to respond to a pulse coded, laser-targeting system. Enabling it to isolate and track prey in complex environments."

They went on to demonstrate the raptors training and tracking capabilities by aiming a red laser dot onto one of the potential buyers, then pressing a button on the side of the gun that administered a high pitched sound that the Indoraptor immediately reacted to, comping at her cage. Almost instantly the Russin buyer bid on the beast.

"This is just a prototype." Eversoll tried to explain but the Russion ignored him and bid again, followed by more biddings, he glanced at Mills who gave him a single nod, "Do I hear 26?"

"What are they doing?" Henry asked turning to Marissa, like she would know, "She's not for sale."

"So, do something." Marissa encouraged and Henry stood up and marched over to Mills, then after only a few seconds of tense discussion Henry left with a huff and the bidding continued.

'Once, twice, sold! To our Russian friend. Congratulations for purchasing this magnificent animal."

Applause rang out but before Eversoll could instruct the dinosaur be taken away, the elevator at the back of the room dinged open. Then all hell broke loose. A dinosaur ran off from inside the elevator immediately using its head to ram one of the guards, before Marissa could wonder how the dinosaur found its way here, Own dropped down from the went inside the elevator.

All around people were getting thrown about thanks to the dinosaur and when gunshots started firing people began running for the exits, Marissa backed herself against the wall as people rushed past her.

"Get this thing out of here!" Mills shouted to the guards who pulled the lever to send the Indoraptor back along the track.

Owen fought his way through the guards and pulled the lever again, stopping the cage and pushing it back to the center of the room, "Mini c'mon." Owen urged and Marissa immediately ran to his side, pausing only to rip the wiring that connected the control box before taking his offered hand.

"Sanchez!" Mills' voice called loudly from the otherside of the room and they paused turning to see him halfway up the stairs there, "You go with him, and consider yourself fired."

Marissa only scoffed, raising her middle finger in his direction before Owen pulled them from the room.

He quickly led them into the bowels of the mansion and he knew exactly where he was going, because soon enough they were deeper in the underside of the mansion.

"Rissa'!" She heard a deep voice call in relief and she released Owen's hand just in time for her to be nearly tackled by Zach as he hugged her tightly. "Are you okay?" He asked pulling back and cupping her cheeks, she flinched away because of her bruised cheek and he immediately noticed, narrowing his eyes on her makeup covered cheek, she saw his eyes darken, "I'm gonna kill him." He spat.

"No Zach don't," she stopped him grabbing his arm, "C'mon please. I just want to get out of here."

"She's right." Claire agreed seeing how angry her nephew was, "We have to go."

Zach's shoulders heaved but he nodded taking Marissa's hand as Owen started leading them further down the hall.

"Don't!" A sharp voice called and they paused turning to see Mills with two armed guards, "You all, deserve each other." He said waving a hand, as Owne and Zach stood protectively in front of the group, "Maisie, come with me."

"You got your money." Marissa told him from behind Zach, "Just walk away."

"I'm gonna give you one last chance, Marissa," he told her, causing Zach to straighten up, "What are you gonna do, huh?"

"We're gonna stop this." Claire snapped holding Maisie closer, "All of it!"

"How? What, you're gonna go back in time before Hammond decides to play god? You can't put it back in the box!"

"We have to try."

"It's too late. Maisie, come." He snapped his fingers and the little girl cowered into Claire's side some more, "So, you're gonna take care of her now? Huh?" Mills asked sarcastically looking between Claire and Owen,

"And what, you'll go back to being homeless?" He added looking at Marissa, "I saved your life." He asks smugly and Marissa looked down, then he turned his attention back to Owen and Claire,

"You have no idea what she is. What do you think drove Hammond and Lockwood apart, huh? Lockwood never had a grandchild. He just wanted his daughter back. And he had the technology. He created another." The realization of what that meant set in and Maisie looked horrified, "He made her again."

Before Mills could reach out, or possibly taunt them some more, there was a blur racing past and the guards he brought with him were snatched up by a dinosaur. Mills ran in the opposite direction, and Owen yelled for them to do the same

"Come on!"

Continue staying safe everyone.

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