Something was definitely up. Sarah was a lot more like me than either of us were probably comfortable admitting, and I could read it on her as easily as if it was written across her forehead. Maybe she was still shaken up over the terminator thing or maybe it was something else, but it had to be major if she was hauling my ass out to dino territory for some therapeutic killing time.

I got it. I'd done it, and it wasn't like I minded. Going out there to raise some hell and let off some steam was my favorite island pastime.

But I sure as fuck didn't get the inclusion of the skinny guy with the shotgun. He looked like he was about to piss himself.

I had the Eagle out, but my posture was casual; if I had to be on constant alert to hear a fucking dinosaur coming at me, Niko would probably disown me. I looked over at Sarah, at the tension in her shoulders, and moved closer.

"You going to tell me what the fuck this is about anytime soon?"