"The City works in mysterious ways," Bruce smiled. "And sometimes not so mysterious. Why are you fighting it? Is there some reason you don't want to go to class?" He presented his City Institute Faculty ID on the lanyard around his neck. "It's all right. I'm a teacher."
He kept a wary eye on the Velociraptor, just as it kept one on him. He noticed now that there was a metal ring through its nasal septum. That's pretty awesome, thought Bruce. Wish *I* had a pet dinosaur when I was a teenager.