And Red fired.
But the raptor dodged left and scrambled behind the ride’s central hub—shielding itself—and Red thought, with dawning horror, My God, it understands. It understands that we can kill it from a distance. He jogged sideways along the fence to get a clean shot but the raptor only advanced further around the hub, maintaining it as a barrier. He held up the rifle even as Charlotte swung close and was yanked away by the ride once more.
“I’m going to throw you the g*n!” he shouted, and focused on her intently, attempting to track her despite the chaotic movement of the coaches.
“Is that a good idea?” she cried.
“No,” he hollered back. “But it’s all we got. Now get ready!”
She spun close once again and he almost threw it—but thought better of it at the last minute and waited, ev
