59 Chapter 59: Flood Part 1

Andrea was starting to worry when she spotted the soldiers.

"So you bastards finally decided to show up," she said, "thank God for that." There was only so much a diet of rainwater and adrenaline could do for a body, and forget about sleeping on the back of a rampaging dinosaur. This was her second day of trekking across the soaked landscape, and Andrea didn't think she could take much more.

The column of triceratops took shape through the downpour, big and armored and definitely not Ethlek-standard. Andrea blinked a command and said, "Slavers have come to dinner."

"Eh?" The snort on the other end of the line told her she'd interrupted Trals's cat-nap.

"Get ready to pick me up."

"I believe 'catch you' would be more appropriate. I hurry to obey."

Trals's triceratops was somewhere to the north or south of their projected path. "What's your ETA?"

A pause, probably while he looked up the term. "We should be with you soon."

"Any chance you could be more specific?"