"Mother fucker," Nick swore when that whole debacle was finished and he was able to haul Daisy all the way up onto the dinosaur in front of him, glad she was clinging to his robotic arm (it didn't feel like his arm was being pulled out of his shoulder socket that way). "Be still," he hissed as the debris from the explosion cleared. That was exactly what he'd been afraid of and, although he was glad Daisy wasn't in a billion gory pieces, he now had to wonder if anyone was going to come check for the cause of the detonation.
As the dinosaurs calmed themselves over the next few minutes, Nick kept a tight grip on Daisy's shoulder that only eased when headlights appeared at the far end of the valley and an open roofed jeep came trundling into view. The jeep was painted a lurid yellow that matched the hazmat inspired costumes of the two fuckheads riding in it. A.I.M. had always been ridiculously easy to identify. Bad for them, but good news for Nick. He drew one of his pistols, held up his spyglass, and lined up his shot. The jeep veered suddenly as the driver lost control, a bullet through his skull.