Dinoplot 3 || Second

Once they'd all gotten themselves ready, Jack lead them off past the Compound, and through the jungle. He moved at a brisk pace, never having been a fan of the old addage 'the army moves as fast as its slowest member' because this wasn't a troop. This was a squadron and he knew how to keep that sort of thing going.

He had his doubts about Peter and Claude, but knew Sarah Jane, Gwen and Ianto wouldn't hesitate in a fight. It was always good to have a medic on the team and since Owen was likely needed more in the clinic, Peter was the next best option.

"Half a mile, maybe less," he called back as he came to a stop and drank a little. "Last chance to pee, drink, or run away." It was as they rested that he heard something move in the underbrush, just before a black dog emerged. "Or show up late to the party. If you're here, Fucker, you're working."


[Gathering style til they hit Dino territory. Talk to Jack, or amongst yourselves!]