'There's no "I" in Team' PROLOGUE Marguerite danced her way across the treehouse living room. Stepping lightly over to the mirror, she picked up her hair brush and ran it through her long, curly hair. She hummed a tune to herself. She was in a good mood; the first for a long while, since things between her and Roxton had not been as progressive as she'd hoped. Then, as if she could sense someone in the room, she put down her brush and smiled. "I know you're there, Roxton." Sheepishly, Roxton stepped out from where he had been hiding. He had his revolvers and his rifle strapped to him and was clutching his hat in his hand. "Why are you sneaking across the treehouse?" she asked him. He stammered out a few syllables and then came up with a reply. "I didn't want to disturb you." Marguerite raised an eyebrow, the way she usually did when she was onto someone's plan. "Why all the guns? Planning on shooting me?" This question threw Roxton off a little. Why did she ask that? He laughed and shook his head. "I'm going hunting for food." "We've just eaten," she shot back a reply. "You can never have enough food, Marguerite." This was getting tedious. Why wouldn't she just let him leave to go hunting? It wouldn't be the first time. Roxton nodded, donned his hat and turned for the elevator. Marguerite giggled quietly. "John Roxton, what are you up to?" Busted. Roxton sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. Trying to hide anything from Marguerite was trying to out run a petrol-fuelled T-Rex. He turned back to face her and started into her large, pretty eyes. He grinned. "It's a surprise." "For me?" She blushed and grinned. Then, almost as quickly, she frowned, her eyes widening. "Then why the guns? If you're planning on bringing me back a dead Raptor--" Roxton burst out laughing. "Now wouldn't that be something." he said. "I'll be back in a few hours." With that, he said no more, but walked into the elevator, giving a little wave as he lowered himself down. Marguerite laughed and shook her head. She knew that Roxton was a closet romantic, so the surprise must be a good one. [ * * * * * * * * * * ] Outside of the treehouse, Roxton stepped off the elevator and stopped to straighten up his holsters when he noticed something disturbing. "What the...?" Walking over to the electric fence, Roxton noticed that it had been chewed through! Sparks were occasionally flying off the broken fence, and the box that operated it remained switched on an undamaged. Roxton raised his rifle. "What the hell could have done that?" The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back facing a hungry raptor. Immediately, he emptied his rifle at its head, but surprisingly, it did nothing. Grabbing him by his foot, the Raptor began dragging Roxton away from the treehouse through the gap it had chewed in the fence. "Marguerite!" Seconds later, Marguerite stuck her head over the balcony and waved at Roxton. "I thought you were going hunting?" Now Roxton was confused. He grabbed onto a stray tree root to try and pull himself away from the Raptor. "Little busy right now!" he puffed. "Don't just stand there, Marguerite, help me!" but all Marguerite did was laugh. "With what?" she asked, before pulling her head back inside the treehouse, continuing to hum to herself. "Marguerite!" Roxton shouted. But it was no good, it was as though she hadn't even seen him. Pulling out his revolvers, he emptied each and every shell into the raptors skull, but the bullets merely bounced off, landing nearby on the ground. All Roxton could do was shout for Marguerite's help as the raptor dragged him off into the depths of the jungle.