The aeroplane's engines roared whilst people talked and played battleships. John sat at the back, then Dr.Smith rushed down the isle to him. "What do you want." John asked. "There has been an incoming call from the D.R.C, Dinosaur research centre. Come Quickly!" John got up and went to the drivers cabin. "Here the co-pilot that he met at the meeting. "It will take a while to load."
"What's your name?"
"Jack sir, Jack Spark."
"Nice name mate oh it's loaded."
"Help... the dinosa...they've...out...fence is...down...Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" John pulled the headphones of in shock.
"We must help them there might be survivors."saidDr.Smith exclaimed. "No, they will be dead, my dad was a palaeontologist. Nothing can survive.!" John exclaimed." John, there is something I must tell you. Your friend Dr.Matrixe. He is on the Island. I am so sorry." Dr.Smith confesses. "I know Martin Matrixe, and believe me he will survive, but we must help him."
Suddenly a loud bang sounded as the plane jogged around. "What happened!"
The engine blew Sir, I might be able to land the plane but-" The pilot broke of as there was another explosion and a flame spreading through the plane.
The runway veered into view. "What is that thing?" Jack asked.
"That, is a T.Rex."
To be continued...

