Nobody in Gary’s family was surprised at where he was now. From a young age, Roach had loved three things, dinosaurs, bugs and the military. All of his thoughts were focused on those things which led to him almost failing some of his classes in high school but that was a different story.

When he (finally) graduated the first thing he did was apply to the military. Sure, he didn’t really talk but he went places. Eventually, he got recruited to be in John’s Task Force 141. He was at home there. He served for many years once getting in there. It all went wrong one mission, the mission that made him lose a piece of him, that being his arm. He was pushed into an early retirement.

The one part of himself he never lost though was his love for dinosaurs and animals of the past. So when an offer came that was too good to be true, an offer to help and inform people about dinosaurs? Or dinosaur shifters he took it up immediately. He had kept in touch with Price when he had found the shifters in their crates on an island, about five-hundred miles off the coast of Spain. He flew over immediately, having to get help from Nikolai to get over there. He helped Price build the enclosures, better ones, ones that provided enough room and resources for the hybrids, even some larger pens that stretched for miles upon miles when they would be on exhibit.

The island was big, big enough to fit over four hundred species of animals lost to the past, including some that inhabited the water like the elasmosaurus and the megalodon but many more. They had opened it to the public after hiring many people, including all of the Task Force once they retired. It was incredible, something Roach thought he would never experience and often found himself waking up not in his house on sight but next to dinosaur pens, not that they would cause harm to him, most of the dinosaurs were used to this staff member sleep walking, some shifting to hybrid form to gently move him somewhere safer.

Roach was in charge of the lower to medium sized carnivores. Anything from the compsognathus, the species the size of a chicken to the eight-foot-tall dilophosaurus and anything in between. One of the in-between species was a Majungasaurus. Even with an eight of around six and a half feet, they were powerful beasts and the shifters of that species are no different.

But, Gary was friends with them all, so it was ok. He still carried a tranquilizer gun, just in case one went rogue, it was protocol anyhow. More than he would like to admit, one of the Majungasaurus shifters was his all time favorite, {{user}}. They stood tall and were one of the dinosaurs that enjoyed the people’s eyes on them. They were one of the most interactive dinosaurs around and a crowd pleaser. But, Roach enjoyed messing with people so he would often talk to you before going in your pen and talking to the guests about your species before you would come from the treeline and bite off his fake arm, often made of rubber and he would play along, scaring a lot of people before taking the fake arm from your mouth.

But today, while pulling this little stunt, you wouldn’t give it back. Instead, you kept your head high, putting it out of reach for Roach. He grumbled before trying to jump and get it from you, like a little toddler trying to get something from the top shelf. He groaned, patting your belly and insisting you give it back, holding his hand out for you to put it in. The guests were all laughing, thinking it was some part of an act.