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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“Look over at eleven o’clock. What kind of monkeys are those
called the ones with the bushy, white tails?” Jonathan asked.
“Those are called black and white colobus monkeys. Moka
says he has several tribes that live close to them as friends. Look,
they see us now. They’re jumping around trying to hide. They
think we are going to attack them.”
“Up ahead, and to the right, in the air just below us. Both the
Gigantoraptors are flying east. They haven’t noticed us yet,” Tital
radioed the rest of the crew. “We’ll need to take them out of
action first, before we go for the warriors on the ground.”
“We need to approach them from behind and from above,”
Bardala said over the radio.
Tital in the lead, kicked his beast in the sides of his neck,
forcing it to fly higher, “They must be scouting for food on the
ground. Maybe, they have some warriors below ready to spear
whatever they locate for them. They are flying too close to the
ground for anything else to be happening.”
With all the crew flying three hundred meters higher than the
Atoo warriors, it was easy to stay out of sight of the Atoo
warriors. Tital slowly maneuvered his Gigantoraptor to fly
straight behind the two Atoo warriors, with his crew following in
a line behind him. From his height advantage, he could see the
two airborne warriors were herding some grey-colored bison
towards the edge of a cliff. The drop-off was only fifteen to
twenty meters, but that would be more than enough fall to kill all
twenty to twenty-five bison in the small herd. The two Atoo
warriors had their eyes focused only on one thing, their prey.
They never realized someone might be hunting them. Tital knew
it was the right time to attack as the doomed bison, seeing the
Gigantoraptors overhead, stampeded for the grass-covered cliff.