WEASLEY, FRED

[attr="class","bhsquot1"]Fred Weasley

[attr="class","bhsquot2"]michael b. jordan,

[attr="class","bhstext"]A sigh. Most often, a sigh is made out of boredom or annoyance for Owen. Boredom was rarely why Owen would sigh. This day was no different. It had come to his attention earlier that morning that a special group of people were coming by the pen to witness Owen's masterful work. In all honesty, Owen could care less if personnel was on their way to watch him dance around in a game of Alpha with his raptors. Three pairs of eyes stared at him, awaiting their next command. Green hues authoritatively peered back. Clicker in his hand, Owen gracefully moved backward, without releasing eye contact. That was the key. Look them in the eyes, show them who you are. Have no fear. Create a rapport with them. Owen was the best, and these higher personnel were on their way to witness this relationship.[break][break]

"Blue, Echo..." he began, when suddenly Delta nipped at Blue. "Delta stand down!" He hollered. Owen watched as Delta removed herself from Blue. Her gecko-like pupils darted around. Owen clicked four times.[break][break]

"Blue, Echo..." Owen placed his arm outward and moved it to the left, indicating to the two that they were to move slightly to the left. They did so and Owen clicked four times. Delta began to try and nip at her companion Blue once more, causing Owen to shout out to her and cease her antics. Delta was not pleased with his commands and began walking toward him menacingly. Owen placed his hand in front of himself and asked her to stand down once more. She continued forward. Owen could not show fear. Delta would surely eat him if she wanted to. He needed an escape. Owen made a slight hand signal to the operator of the entrance to get the door ready. He continued walking back ward until he could see his escape nearing. At the sound of the latch, Owen threw the clicker at the magnificent creature and slid under the cracked entry way to safety.[break][break]

Owen sighed. This sigh was one that didn't happen often either. It was relief. [break][break]

"Because I wanted to die today..." he said under his breath, as he pulled himself from the ground. He dusted off his pants and ran a hand through his disheveled locks of hair. He heard a few of the penkeepers whisper under their breaths at how close to meeting his end he had come. He agreed that it was a close call and this was the perfect example of how unpredictable and dangerous these animals could be. [break][break]

Owen now found himself pacing in a room offside the pen. He placed his hands on his hips and cursed under his breath.[break][break]

"Now I have three angry raptors, no clicker, and a god damn army of rich donors with sticks up their butts coming to see me in a few hours." Owen wondered how he would be able to perform his Alpha project to the suits without his device. It took him a few moments of thought before they landed on the one person he could really count on in the park. He removed his phone from his pants and rang up a friend of his.[break][break]

"Lucy. Hey it's me. Yeah, could you do me a solid and let me borrow your training clicker? I'll explain everything when you get here. Okay, bye." He hung up the phone and sat himself on the table located in the middle of the room, awaiting Lucy.

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