Rainbow Dash beats on the dashboard of the jeep as it drives down the gravel path towards the high walled, concrete and metal structure of the Raptor Pen. The ampelosites glow green in the darkening atmosphere and spotlights shine down on the pen, reflecting light off of the falling droplets. The jeep screeches to a halt, and Rainbow Dash immediately jumps out and flies to the tower, pushing the door's buzzer.

Bzz! Bzzz-Bzz-Bzzzzzzzzz!

“No flying!” scolds Gary as he lands next to her, and he pushes her hoof away from the door. “And don't touch the buzzer.”

Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes. “Jeez, when did griffins become such sticks in the mud?”

Before Gary can answer, the door opens up and Gate Keeper greets them with a bright smile.

“Come for another visit? I'm flattered,” says Gate Keeper.

“She wants to look at the raptors again,” says Gary.

“I want to see them run. Especially Tracker,” says Rainbow Dash.

“Oh, well we can do that right after the storm winds down. It should be quick,” says Gate Keeper.

Rainbow Dash tilts her head back, groaning, and Gary rolls his eyes.

“You were too slow!” accuses Rainbow Dash. “If you would have let me flown then I would have been here on time and now I have to go with you on more boring crap.”

“I got some Daring Do books if you want to stay for a few hours,” says Gate Keeper.

“Done!”

Applejack is now in the jeep's front seat, using its reclining feature, and has her hat tipped over her face, making the patter of rain against the windows all the more enjoyable. Then the door suddenly opens and slams shut, and Applejack jumps in her seat, dropping her hat on her lap. Once she has it back on her head she looks at Gary, whose plumage cannot hide the redness in his face.

“Ya doin' okay, hun?” asks Applejack.

“Your friend is a real pill,” says Gary as he grabs his radio.

“Yeah, she ain't an easy one to deal with at first, but it gets easier over time.”

“Uh huh.” Gary activates his radio. “Hey guys, this is Gary, I just dropped off Rainbow at Gate's post and I'm heading over the main power plant with Applejack, now.”

“Good. Keep us posted,” says Guillermo over the radio.

Gary puts the radio back and starts driving away from the post, and as he drives Applejack looks out the window, grimacing at the increasingly darkening sky.

“Oh boy. I ain't seen storms like this before,” says Applejack.

“Neither have I,” says Gary grimly.

The trolley holding Pinkie, Rarity, and Coinbag comes to a stop by a fenced off area with barb wire, small red lights and a yellow sign that has a black silhouette of a skull with a long snout. Behind the barrier is thick foliage that is shaking from the rain and wind bombarding it, and inside the trolley, the rain sounds like dozens of taps every second while the wind sounds like a ghostly moan. Rarity is glad that she inside the trolley, though. While she can do without the recording of Iron Will she finds that as an acceptable trade off for being warm and dry, rather than cold and wet and probably covered in mud.

“One of the earliest carnivores discovered, we now know that dilophosaurus actually spits venom at its prey, causing blindness and eventually paralysis, allowing the carnivore to eat at its leisure,” says Iron Will's recording. “This makes dilophosaurus a beautiful, but deadly, addition to Dino-Park."

Rarity and Pinkie Pie both look at the forest behind the barb wire, but Coinbag is focused on the barrier and taking notes.

“Ooh, neat! … But where is it?” asks Pinkie Pie.

“I'm sure it is in the bushes somewhere,” says Rarity, squinting her eyes.

“MR. DINOSAUR! SHOW YOURSELF!” shouts Pinkie Pie.

Coinbag and Rarity cringe, and the lawyer glares at the pink ball of energy with his hoof tenderly rubbing his ear while Rarity puts her hoof on Pinkie's shoulder. She can feel her friend shiver, and she can also see the small twitches. Something is spooking Pinkie, and she is trying to hide it by being obnoxious. This, in turn, makes Rarity uneasy since out of all her friends, Pinkie Pie has a knack of picking up things well ahead of everyone else.

“Pinkie, calm down,” says Rarity gently.

“I'm already bored. Do we have snacks we can throw at it? Like crackers or bread?” says Pinkie Pie quickly as she wiggles her way around the trolley, not so subtly inspecting the emergency exit.

“Please tell me you take meds,” says Coinbag.

“And fuel the pharmaceutical stranglehold on the Equestrian working class and ruling elite? No way, José!”

Coinbag frowns. “I'm going to strongly suggest that your assessments be dismissed with extreme prejudice.”

Pinkie presses her snout and hoofs against the window. “You do that and it'll be bad news bears for the park... By the way, I think I see something! Never mind! It's just shaky branches!”

As the Iron Will recording plays over the speaker, Twilight Sparkle strains her eyes to see through the rain and forest, but even her alicorn sight can't find the dilophosaraurus. A part of her is disappointed, but another part of her is relieved. From what she has heard from the recording, the dilophosaraus is an animal she does not want to run into. In fact, just the idea of a small pane of glass and a little bit of wire separating her from a venom spitting monster sends a chill up her spine.

“They left out the part where dilophosauruses are pack animals,” says Fluttershy.

And now Twilight is hoping that they did not make a pack of those things.

“I never knew you were into dinosaurs,” says Twilight, trying (and probably failing) to hide her discomfort.

“It was just a phase when I was a teenager. I actually thought of being a paleontologist at one point, but I couldn't stomach leaving home,” says Fluttershy.

Twilight nods and puts her hoof on Fluttershy's shoulder. “I can understand that.”

“I also failed the Royal Academic Test so I couldn't enroll in any higher education schools, so that dream really died. They said I was better off being a janitor or waste management, which further injured my already low self esteem.”

Twilight's eyes bulge. “Oh... I... I never knew. That's terrible.”

Fluttershy shrugs. “It's okay. If I passed the test then I wouldn't have friends. Only work partners.”

Twilight blinks. “Oh... Well, that's a way to look at it.”

Fluttershy nods and holds out an apple juice box to Twilight. “Juice box?”

“No thanks.”

Inside the control room, Tempest stays in the back, watching everyone and everything. Test Tube is appearing to be stressed while Cord looks to be calm and Guillermo is still listening to the weather, and then there is Chip. He hasn't said a word and is focused on his work. The conversations in the trolley continue, and Test Tube goes to Cord's side.

“Why hasn't the exhibit showed up?” asks Test Tube.

“Weather, probably,” says Cord. “But they still got a few more stops to go before the trolley tour is over, so there's still time to impress them.”

“I'll have to hire a team of pegasi to keep the weather clear on this island. This storm is ridiculous!”

Tempest looks around the empty room again, noting all the powered off computers, lights and empty seats, and then she looks at Test Tube again, her frown growing.

“Where's the security?” asks Tempest.

“Not now,” says Test Tube. “Can we force the exhibit out?”

“Not unless one of the guests wants to offer themselves up as a sacrifice,” replies Cord.

“Maybe the pink one will do it.”

“HEY!” barks Tempest.

“What!?” snaps Test Tube, now looking at her.

“Where's the security?”

“Doing security stuff.”

“Protecting this room and facility is 'security stuff'.”

“And they are doing just that. You just don't see them because they are patrolling. Besides, Guillermo is here, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Tempest snorts and rests her chin on the railing, and the griffins go back to their work, with Chip still quiet and focused on his work and Guillermo just the same.

“Move them to the next exhibit,” orders Test Tube.

Cord nods and pushes a couple of buttons, and the dots on the display begins moving up. While this happens, Tempest focuses on Chip and his computer screen, but she has no idea what she is looking at, so she looks back at the map, watching as the dots move towards a black, sharp toothed skull labeled “T-Rex”.

“Maybe the T-Rex will be nice and show up for them,” says Test Tube.

Tempest snorts and looks at Chip again. The griffin is now standing and shaking out his legs, and then quietly heads towards the door. However, his sneaking is no match for Test Tube's observation.

“Where do you think you're going?” asks Test Tube, his talon pointed at the blue-dyed griffin while his eyes trace the dots going towards the T-Rex section.

“Bathroom, smoke break, then vending machine for a snack, then back to work,” says Chip.

“So, we'll see you tomorrow, then?” asks Cord with a smile.

Chip flips him the bird, and Cord snickers while Test Tube shakes his head.

“No smoking. You can use the bathroom and the vending machine, but we have too much work to do,” says Test Tube.

“Fine. Do you want anything?” asks Chip sourly.

“No.”

“Guillermo?”

Guillermo shakes his head, lifting a small cup of coffee near him, and Chip looks at Cord.

“Fat ass?” asks Chip.

“Something with a lot of caffeine and a chocolate muffin,” says Cord.

Chip grunts and looks at Tempest. “Anything for you?”

Tempest shakes her head, and Chip shrugs and walks off. Tempest follows him with her eyes, and when he is out of her line of sight she looks at his desk and sees that his can of ugly hair dye is gone. She narrows her eyes and straightens herself out, then looks at the door as it closes with a soft click.

“You know what? I think I'll use the bathroom, too,” says Tempest.

“Good. Maybe you can make sure Chip doesn't sneak out for a smoke,” says Test Tube. “After you leave the room, go left down the hall and take another left at the first turn. It'll have a big sign. You can't miss it.”

“Thank you.”

Tempest then exits the room, looks left, and then looks right and sees Chip disappearing around the corner. She begins her pursuit, keeping her steps quiet and her eyes and ears focused. She hears Chip

steps in the quiet hallways, a very distinct sound of talons and paws hitting the floor, but Tempest's heart starts racing when she realizes that her boots are also making tiny click-clack noises. Chip stops and she stops, still out of sight, and when the griffin starts walking again she goes forward and stops by the corner. She crouches and peeks out, watching Chip slip a guard a small bag of money. Said guard is by a thick door with a keypad, and after he counts the money nods, hands Chip a slip and leaves without a word, and Tempest rolls her eyes, not in the least bit surprised a griffin got bribed.

After the guard is out of sight, Chip pulls out the can of hair dye from under his wing, places it on the floor in front of the door, takes a deep breath, rolls his shoulders and neck and flexes his wing, and then turns around.

“You can stop sneaking, little pony,” says Chip.

Tempest slips out from her spot and briskly walks towards Chip, eyes narrowed and ears flat against her skull. When they are a few paces apart, Tempest stops and charges her broken horn, illuminating her face in her unstable blue magic.

“How much are you being paid to betray your boss?” asks Tempest.

“That is none of your concern,” says Chip. “You should be asking yourself something more important.”

Tempest braces herself and her magic crackles while Chip taps a single talon on the tile and focuses on Tempest.

“You should be asking yourself: Which one of us is going to die, tonight?” says Chip.

So that took forever. But now its done... Yay...?