like i said this chapter is a build up, so just to keep the suspense (and u guys interested), part of the next chapter:
A calculating eye glanced down from its high above watching position as the anxious troodons crowded around a specific patch of ground, slightly off color from the rest of it. The breeze didn’t make it move as it did other patches of grass either. The troodons were having no success infiltrating what they knew was a small passageway to a room for spying on them. They tried at first pushing it with their snouts, which were far too weak to do anything. Soon after, they progressed to pulling it up with their hands, which, at the beginning, seemed to be doing something, but turned out just as useless as the former, as their sharp claws eventually ripped through the pliable material.
Looking back to his position, he saw a small Jeep in the distance following a path toward their prison.

Clarity of thought before rashness of action...