Notes: For primeval100: challenge 282: I have a bad feeling about this.
Follows on from War...
Rex had watched, waiting quietly, biding his time. Until now. Sid and Nancy were curled up together in a patch of sunshine, asleep and content, until Rex swooped in silently, the end of his tail catching the flower vase on the shelf above them. The vase tipped, sending a wave of cold water over the sleeping diictodons.
That would teach them to steal his dinner.
Connor paused outside the door as he heard the crash, followed by the distressed squeaking of the diictodons. That didn’t sound good; if his pets had broken something else, Abby was going to kill him.
Connor gripped the tranquiliser gun nervously, peering into the darkness for the source of the noise he’d just heard. When something touched his shoulder he jumped, whirling around, his finger tightening involuntarily on the trigger, the dart firing before he could stop it.
Shit! Please, no. He had a bad feeling about this...
He turned his torch on Becker. Becker’s eyes were wide with disbelief as he looked down at the pink-tipped dart sticking out of his leg, moments before he dropped to the ground.
Connor felt his stomach lurch; Becker was going to be furious when he woke up.