Grant gritted his teeth as he and Ellie tumbled around in the back of a Jeep as it bounced over the sun-baked central plains of the island. “We’re approaching the herd now” Muldoon shouted from behind the wheel. Ellie clicked on her radio. “Feel like your missing out yet, Ian?”.

“I’m quite comfortable, actually” Malcolm crackled over the radio: “You rangers can shoot them with darts, while I watch safely and uh, securely from a distance. Besides, I’ve got a lot of work to do here.”