dinosaurs being used as weapons, able to be controlled by a bond, not the most reliable but, Something the world hadn’t seen, and not many even knew of. Unless of course you were a client with a large amount of money on offer. These transactions always sickened you, the idea of controlling a creature against their will. But this also wasn’t exactly your choice. The client, going by the name of “Phillip graves” needing one specific species, one he had offered millions for, the velociraptor.

you had a bond with these raptors, one made with respect. In charge of making sure they got to this “shadow company” safely, which they did.They were tranquillised, though the sleeping effect would be wearing off in a matter of seconds, all 4 in separate cages on the back of large, armoured trucks, the occasional growl or twitch, as they began to stir awake. everything remained as it should’ve. You kept your head down, just wanting to be in and out as soon as possible, jumping at the sound of somebody clearing their voice behind you.

“By god.. if those ain’t the prettiest little things I’ve seen.” spoke a Texan accent, upon inspection, it clicked. The man who had asked for and payed for the raptors, decked out in military gear. A gloved hand of his reaching to the cage, snapping his fingers. triggering a groggy raptor to screech, butting against the cage. Graves smirked, clearly pleased with the aggression. He turned to you “so. Raptor wrangler they calllin’ you. I was told you were the one to give a holler for this.. better be good at keeping these big lizards in order.”