[b]Isla Sorna, InGen Base Camp - 8:51 AM[/b]

"Okay, you heard the man, back in the Jeep." Betty barked at Nellie-79 as she quickly made her way over to the vehicle John had indicated to her. There was just about enough room in the Jeep for eight men at a push, and it would be a tight squeeze. Looking over at the ten guards who'd been assigned Betty knew that it would either be a case of leaving people behind or moving at a slower pace to accommodate the ones on foot.

While the idea of simply bolting for the old Visitor's Centre had a certain appeal, Betty had heard the stories of 'raptors and other vicious killers who'd be able to pick her guards off one by one, even with Nellie-79 there to protect them. It'd be far better to have as many guns by her side as possible if it came to that.

"Which of you is the best driver?" She called out to the squad, and waved over the man who raised his hand. "You'll drive then," She said simply waving towards the Jeep. "I'll need four volunteers." She called out next. The men seemed a little confused at first, muttering between themselves as they tried to make a decision. Finally the four physically weakest out of the group stepped up and Betty quickly flicked her fingers at them one-by-one.

"You, front seat. You, in the back. You two, in the middle with me." As the men moved over to climb in the car Betty turned to the five remaining , along with her pet dino. "Spread out and keep up the pace. We won't be going too fast but I'd like to get to the Visitor's Centre in good time, if we can. If anything happens your first priority is to protect the Jeep," she told them, not wanting to add that they'd really be protecting her, "If for any reason you get separated from the vehicle, make your way to the Visitor's Centre as safely as you can. It'll be better to have you there a little late then not at all."

Betty smiled as the professional military personnel took up positions around the Jeep, checking their weapons and reloading clips as required, and turning to the last member of the party she only needed to give one word of command. "Hunt."

As she made her way over to the Jeep, slipping into the relative safety of the testosterone bubbling huddle, Betty watched as Nellie-79 darted off into the brush, her skin already beginning to switch colour to help her blend into the vegetation. By the time the driver pulled away from the base camp Nellie-79 was already a ghost, wisping through the undergrowth unseen.