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SAURACORPS: SALVATION
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Photograph of Derek Borne by Tara Jeles – So Jeles Photography
Dinosaur Sketches by Devon Kahles @devonkahles_art
This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
No prehistoric creatures were harmed in the making of this book.
Published by Virtuoso Press
Text Copyright © 2022 Derek Borne
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
End Credits Scene
More from Derek Borne
Acknowledgments
About Derek Borne
To Mom,
Thank you for being the inspiration for
the “Baskin Robbins” line in Dino-Rift.
And for being my mom, of course.
“SOMEONE BETTER receive this package before they rip a damn hole in the side of my transport.” The frustrated truck driver had spoken into the radio com as he pulled into the loading area. It was the middle of the night, and his cargo wasn’t the only cranky creature on board. “The last five minutes have been—”
THWAM! SMASH!
“Jeez!” He flinched as the cargo trailer behind him rocked side to side.
A response came through. “We’re locking onto you now.”
From both sides of the cargo bay, mechanical arms unfolded and attached to the trailer with heavy-duty suction cups.
The driver scratched at his balding head before opening his cab door to take a better look. “This some kind of new NASA type stuff?”
A chuckle came from the person on the other end. “Something like that.”
The last clasp had suctioned into position.
RAWR-RAWR-RAAAAWR!
“My God….” Half-stumbling back into his seat, the man squeezed the radio com tighter. “I’ve never had a delivery this agitated before. What the heck’s in there?”
“All this time, you’ve been paid enough to not ask those questions, Gary.”
About to fire back a remark, the driver took a moment to wipe the glistening sweat from his brow. Gary’s bank account had never dropped below fifty-thousand for a year and a half. His family always ate to satisfaction.
All thanks to ignorance.
More feral growls preceded a creaking sway from the back end.
It all pressed on his inquisitiveness like a floored gas pedal. Regaining his dignity, he spoke into the com. “Starting to wonder if it’s still worth it.” Once he’d tossed the piece of radio equipment onto the seat, he climbed out of the cab and swung the door shut with a clang.
He kept his gaze on the receiving overhead door while instinctively withdrawing his cellphone from a jacket pocket.
Mechanical noises indicated the acceptance of the ‘package’.
GRRRR-RAAAAWR!
Within the facility, shouts and yells were muffled by the walls.
Gary let curses fly under his breath. “Nope. No more.”
Facial recognition brought up the apps on his phone. He clicked on the call app and began dialing three simple numbers.
Two rings later, a receptionist picked up.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
Now that the call had connected, Gary looked back at his transport truck. The vehicle which had carried countless cargo, which had also made his life a lot simpler.
“Hello? Is there an emergency?”
“Y-yes.” Gary drew out a breath as his other hand rubbed more sweat off of his forehead. “I’d like to report a disturbance.”
“What kind of disturbance?” The woman on the other end added, “Can you describe what’s happening?”
He let out an exasperated laugh. “Um, honestly I… I don’t even—”
THOK!
The phone dropped to the ground.
Gary’s legs gave out.
His right cheek scraped into the asphalt.
“Hello?” The responder took the silence as a negative cue. “Sir? Are you—”
“Sorry to inconvenience you.” Someone else wearing a balaclava spoke into the phone. “It’s all good.”
Before the lady on the other end could reply, they ended the call.
A voice entered the masked man’s earpiece. “Is he incapacitated?”
“He’s out.” A kick to Gary’s limp foot confirmed it. “Where do you want him?”
A couple of seconds went by. “Bertha hasn’t eaten in a while.”
Already taking Gary by the arms, the man snickered. “He’s got some extra meat on his bones, too.”
* * *
“Get the grate open.”
As voices carried back and forth, Gary opened one eye to a slit and took in a humid breath. Scents of rich foliage entered his nostrils.
Off to his left, a quartet of people exerted themselves to lift a heavy metal grill.
Someone grabbed him by the shoulders.
“H-h-hey.” Gary came to a little more as he got dragged along. “Get your hands o—aaaaugh!”
Whump-snap!
His right shin broke on impact with the hard ground. Yelling out in agony, Gary figured his entire upper body would become a massive bruise. “What…in the…all freaking heck…have you—”
“That’s it, Gary.” The masked man shouted down to him. “Bertha likes it when her food makes noise.”
Throbbing seared up from his broken leg. “Get me out of here now, you pieces of….”
Gary’s eyes finally adjusted.
Unfamiliar trees and foliage stood off to his left. Dazed yet super alert to the agonizing pain in his leg, he gazed past the plant life and noticed concrete forming walls on all four sides of him. On the right, unrecognizable and dense vegetation decorated a sizeable area with a nearby water source.
He looked up. It had been at least a hundred-foot drop into the manufactured pit. Did they just…. Am I underground?
Things finally clicked in his mind. This is…some kind of cage?
A pair of trees creaked as something forced them to lean away from each other. Though it seemed to be sizeable, whatever it was barely made a sound as it moved.
Everything hurt as Gary tried to shimmy himself away. He turned his head to look back, then whipped his gaze back to the front.
A quick flicker of wet flesh struck his scuffed cheek.
Garish reptilian eyes the size of footballs stared down at him.
Its thick forked tongue quivered inches away from his face.
Still as could be, Gary squeezed his eyes almost all the way shut. I can’t go like this. Please…not like this.
The creature’s muscular body shuffled past his injured foot.
Gary opened one of his eyes.
Slithering away, the monstrous animal made little noise through the grass.
Up top, those who had a hand in tossing the man down sighed in disapproval and disappointment.
“Again?” The leading man stared through the grate. “Freddy, dump the chum.”
Already waiting with the bucket, one of the assistants aimed and let the contents descend into the oversized terrarium.
Splish-splash-sploosh.
Soaked in the fish refuse, Gary wiped some of it off of his head. “Ugh, what in the—”
Hissss!
The head of the creature had only made it about thirty feet away.
Another flick of its tongue grabbed onto the scent.
Its eyes connected with Gary’s.
In less than five seconds, the animal’s head had darted back. The creature arched its neck and opened its mouth wide, revealing lethal fangs.
“No, God sakes, no!”
“THIS IS the place, right?” Less than half a block away, Kamren Eckhardt drove hi
Vivienne Lancaster took a better look at the name across the front of a hotel. “It most definitely is.”
Once they’d pulled up right outside the entrance, Kam reached for the music volume dial.
“Hey.” Viv slapped his hand and gave him a playful smirk. “The song’s almost done.”
Kam put both hands up in defense. “Whoa, sorry. We’ve only listened to it at least fifty times on this trip.”
“True, but Rule Eighteen.” Viv didn’t even unclip her seatbelt. “No one leaves or turns off the vehicle until the epic song has finished.”
Chuckling, Kam cranked the volume up. “That’s my girl.”
The last run of the chorus of One Touch by Jess Glynne and Jax Jones blared throughout the cab of the truck. Stylish pop music with the singer’s raspy voice rattled the windows.
Kam and Viv sang their hearts out to each other with the final chorus.
The lyrics moved them to intertwine their hands.
As soon as it finished, Kam pulled her closer to him. “All right, you’re too cute, you know that right?”
She kissed him on the lips. “And you were a little off key.”
“Excuse me?”
* * *
Once they’d taken everything up to their room, Kam and Viv headed back down to the foyer. The two nineteen-year-olds had made it a little over halfway through their road trip from Utah. After their graduation, they’d promised to take their ‘compensation money’ from SauraCorps to make their first trip to New York City together. Chicago had been on their list of major U.S. cities to visit and tour on the way.
“Lady Lancaster, what have you planned for us on our first day in the ‘Windy City’?” Kam strolled out the front door and held it open for her.
Wearing one of his blue hoodies for the early fall weather, Viv chuckled while slipping one of her hands into his. Walking alongside him, she put on her best English accent. “Lord Kamren, we shall first obtain sustenance.”
“Ah, but of course.” He mimicked the accent and brought her knuckles to his lips for a kiss. “And which fair establishment will you be leading me to after we eat?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Kam let out an over-the-top gasp. “Is it now?”
“Yep.” Looking away from his gaze, as his eyes tended to make her all warm and gooey on the inside, she pressed her lips together tight.
“Vivieeeenne….” He drew out her name in a lower tone.
She made no reply as they made a left turn on the sidewalk.
“I see how it is.”
Still saying nothing, she squint-glared at him.
“If I must barrage your face with kisses to get my answers…” Kam stopped mid-step and pulled her back into him. He kept trying to make his gaze connect with her teal eyes. “…then I most certainly will.”
She managed to keep his sultry stare at bay as she chuckled. “Dude, not in public, okay?”
“That didn’t sound British.” He pulled back a step. “It’s been a year and a half since we went official, and just now you don’t like PDA?”
“I don’t want to make all of Chicago uncomfortable with my affection for you,” she reasoned, poking him in the side. “Now come on, my stomach’s about to growl like a giganotosaurus.”
“Hey,” he remarked with a smirk. “You pronounced that well.”
“I’ve had some practice.”
They approached a crosswalk and had to wait for the lights to turn.
Kam leaned into her side. “Can I at least give your cheek a peck?”
Viv grinned. “As you wish.”
A quick kiss later, Kam spotted a food truck with an eclectic menu decaled on the side. “Let’s grab something from that dude.”
After crossing, they stepped into the line with a few people left to order at the takeout window.
“As much as this trip will be epic, I’m more excited about moving in and really starting a life together.” Viv’s face beamed as she spoke. “I’ll start my online handmade jewelry shop, you’ll be publishing your books.”
“It’ll feel even more real when I get those apartment keys in my hands,” Kam added, equally eager and nervous for the next steps they were about to take on their journey to adulthood. And when I get something shiny with diamonds on your hand—
“Hey there.” The food truck owner poked his head out. “What can I get ya?”
It didn’t take long for Viv to choose. “Your schnitzel on a pretzel bun sounds amazing. And a water, please.”
Kam smirked as he nudged her. “Watch this.”
She squinted at him. “What are you—”
“Any chance you guys have a dragonfly on a bun?” He inquired while holding back a silly grin. “And give me all the fixin’s.”
The food truck owner almost responded, but left his mouth slightly open.
Viv gave her boyfriend a stare as if to say ‘Shut up!’
Puzzled, the man finally responded. “Sorry, did you just say dragonfly?”
Another cook within the truck called over, “Dragonfly? What’s he goin’ on about?”
“You know.” Kam’s mouth twitched, keeping a laugh at bay. “Like a prehistoric one. They’re superb when roasted over a fire and—”
“Are you okay, young man?” the owner countered with a weirded-out chuckle.
Viv jabbed Kam in the arm with her elbow. “Cut it out.”
“Okay, okay.” Taking it only that far, Kam glanced at the menu once more. “Sausage on a bun, my good man.”
Shaking his head, the owner retreated into the truck. “If you say so.”
Meanwhile, Viv had been looking around to see if anyone else had heard the odd conversation going on. “How about you don’t talk about our escapades in the dinosaur times?”
“Let me answer that with a question.” He pulled his wallet out to prepare for when food would be handed out to them. “Who’s actually going to believe that we got tossed through a time rift and trekked through prehistoric times?”
Rubbing her tense arms, she raised an eyebrow. “The rift stuff did seem to fade out of the news pretty quickly.”
“As per media usual.” After curling some of her blonde hair with pink streaks over her left ear, he placed his hands on her shoulders. “Doesn’t stop me from wondering what dragonfly would taste like with some sauerkraut and mustard.”
“Blegh.” Viv overemphasized a barfing noise. “I’d rather eat A.B.C. gum.”
Their order came out less than two minutes later. Kam and Viv carried on with their lunch in their hands. The warm summery air coupled with the gourmet street meat gave them plenty to enjoy. Heading north, they caught sight of the entrance to Chicago’s main zoo, which sat close to the shore of Lake Michigan.
“Is this our next destination?” Kam chewed on one of his last bites.
