Owen thinks he might be sick. Or scream. Or throw something. And that is only because he can't actually rip any part of InGen to pieces with his own hands. Especially one in particular -- Hoskins, that fucking psychopath, this has his fingerprints all over it and now Owen is going to vomit blood at the sinking suspicion that it might not only be fingerprints.
Jesus Christ, he should have killed that son of a bitch when he had the chance. He should have landed that second right hook and knocked him straight off the catwalk, broken his neck. He should have thrown a torch onto the compound before he left--
Gwen bringing up ethics makes Owen feel slightly hysterical, and he very deliberately straightens his back as well, and takes a deep breath so he doesn't launch into an explosive tirade on how InGen feels about ethics. He still very much wants to throw something. If there was anything close enough at hand, he might already have done so. And instead of answering Gwen's very valid question, Owen turns and heads straight for Blue's room, only just managing not to kick the door in for the sake of his unconscious beta.
Blue doesn't look much better, her pallor ominous and grey; Omega is sitting at Blue's bedside with his mate's hand wrapped in his own and curled to his chest, their heads touching and his eyes shut. He doesn't move when Owen comes in.
The first thing out of Owen's mouth is, "Is there anything left?"
"No," Omega answers dully.
"Did anyone survive?"
"Yes." The male raptor doesn't open his eyes; he sounds like he's barely listening. "I left Hoskins tied to a tree."
Owen goes suddenly cold and burning hot. He stares at the two hybrids, breathless, for an instant longer, and then whirls around and lets the door close again behind him. He storms right past Gwen, and on his way to the door he snatches up his gun.
"Gwen, I'm not going to ask you to save her because I know you're going to do it," he says, every word as hard as steel. "Whatever it takes. I'm going back to Isla Sorna."
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Jesus Christ, he should have killed that son of a bitch when he had the chance. He should have landed that second right hook and knocked him straight off the catwalk, broken his neck. He should have thrown a torch onto the compound before he left--
Gwen bringing up ethics makes Owen feel slightly hysterical, and he very deliberately straightens his back as well, and takes a deep breath so he doesn't launch into an explosive tirade on how InGen feels about ethics. He still very much wants to throw something. If there was anything close enough at hand, he might already have done so. And instead of answering Gwen's very valid question, Owen turns and heads straight for Blue's room, only just managing not to kick the door in for the sake of his unconscious beta.
Blue doesn't look much better, her pallor ominous and grey; Omega is sitting at Blue's bedside with his mate's hand wrapped in his own and curled to his chest, their heads touching and his eyes shut. He doesn't move when Owen comes in.
The first thing out of Owen's mouth is, "Is there anything left?"
"No," Omega answers dully.
"Did anyone survive?"
"Yes." The male raptor doesn't open his eyes; he sounds like he's barely listening. "I left Hoskins tied to a tree."
Owen goes suddenly cold and burning hot. He stares at the two hybrids, breathless, for an instant longer, and then whirls around and lets the door close again behind him. He storms right past Gwen, and on his way to the door he snatches up his gun.
"Gwen, I'm not going to ask you to save her because I know you're going to do it," he says, every word as hard as steel. "Whatever it takes. I'm going back to Isla Sorna."