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[carnosaur_capitalist]

Dinosaurs are commodities - wonder is secondary.

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[departmentk]

[Mobility. They've got that in common, her and him, despite their very different upbringings. He takes his seat smoothly, with uncommon grace for a man of his size. Resting his massive arms, one natural and one artificial, on the thin armrests, he breathes in and allows the elegant melody to wash over him.]

That's half my job done, then. Thank you for the confirmation. He was being scouted by a target of mine, lab geek at Essex by the name of Dr. Karl Lykos, that's how he got on my radar.

[Not his usual practice, divulging that sort of information to someone that isn't his employer, but she did tell him the truth about Sarr. Fair's fair.]

And I think you've already guessed the other half, Ms. Santos.

[carnosaur_capitalist]

A warning, at least. A quiet assassination if I proved...obstinate?

[She sipped at the wine, putting the glass aside and folding her hands.]

Nothing so gauche as a blatant threat.

[departmentk]

Courtesy isn't a priority for my employer. Neither is discretion, for that matter.

[He shrugs, and the gesture is nonchalant, but his nose wrinkles slightly in a subtle tell of distaste.]

He believes in making examples.

[carnosaur_capitalist]

[And she nods, just the tiniest bit.]

It might surprise you, given my line of work, but both are key parts of my business. It might be that you're in the wrong line of work.

Subtle is the very axiom of my business in fact.

[She pauses, tilting her head a moment, having already taken the precaution of pressing the call button she had palmed earlier.]

Would you like to see?

late af, feel free to ignore

[departmentk]

[He smiles to himself at that, a flicker of a smirk ghosting over his features.]

Sure as hell hope not. I've been doing this since I was a kid. If I don't know what I'm doing by now, I might as well pack it up and go be a rent-a-cop.

[He considers the offer for a moment, his smile turning wry and slightly crooked. Lifting the glass to his lips, he downs it in one go.]

Why not? Nothing to lose, right? [He laughs lightly, like it's a joke they're both in on.]

[carnosaur_capitalist]

[The tapping of feet comes moments after, and the soft, subtle growl. The Atrociraptor stalking into the room stands just over two meters tall, a reddish-brown tint to the skin. It stalks through the room, eyes never leaving the human beings there, growling slowly.]

This is Red. An Atrociraptor, and one I've trained since birth. The problem with Jurassic World was the willingness - the eagerness - to let Wu create horrors. The truth is, being clever produces much better results.

Loyalty, for instance.