The helicopters thundered overhead, their searchlights cutting through the storm.

Dr. Wu was back. And he wasn’t alone.

Michael stood off to the side, arms crossed, water dripping from his soaked clothes. He felt awful. His head was still foggy, his body weak from being sick, and his patience? Gone.

“We have to take the laptop,” Brooklyn insisted “It’s the only way to expose Wu and stop him from making more hybrids.”

Darius nodded. “If we don’t, he’ll just keep doing this somewhere else. We can end this for good!”

Michael scoffed. “That’s a you problem. I’m out.”

Yaz shot him a look. “Michael—”

“No. No.” He shook his head, eyes tired and done “I don’t care about Wu’s stupid laptop. I don’t care about exposing him. I. Want. To. Go. Home.”

Brooklyn groaned. “Are you serious right now?”

“Very.” Michael threw his arms out. “I almost died! I’m soaked! I’m exhausted! I do not have the energy to play hero right now!”

Darius frowned. “But if we don’t do this, more dinosaurs could—”

“I do not care!” Michael snapped. “Let someone else handle it! I am done!”

Yaz stepped forward. “Michael, I get it. You’re tired. But this is important!”

Michael clenched his jaw, staring at her.

Yaz… Yaz was agreeing with them?

His shoulders sagged. He wanted to argue. To tell her this wasn’t their responsibility. That it wasn’t his.

But Yaz was looking at him with that stubborn fire in her eyes—the one that meant she wasn’t backing down.

Michael groaned, running a hand down his face. “Fine. Do what you want. But I’m not helping.”

Brooklyn sighed. “Michael—”

“Nope!” He turned away, arms crossed. “Have fun with your spy mission. I’ll be here. Miserable. Waiting for a boat.”