“Gargantua, this is Jamie—and I’m going to be your test driver today.” I looked out the massive, slanted windshield to where Nigel had thrust his trimmer’s saw-head into the mouth of a carnotaurus, only horizontally, after which he leveraged the shaft brutally—and popped off the top of the thing’s head. “We are go for power on. I repeat: We are go for power on. Initiate protocol.”
I watched as blood geysered from the beast’s lower mandible—even as nothing seemed to happen with the vehicle.
“Gargantua. Initiate protocol.”
“I got a bad feeling about this,” said Sam, even as the creatures closed in around Nigel, and Lazaro opened fire from the ramp. “I mean, if you could just bounce in here and say ‘go’ then it obviously—”
“Clearance is Delta-Delta—Dawn,” I said rapidly, recalling the cod
