[ WP ] An ancient human group known as the `` Paleonto '' was responsilbe for killing every dinosaur in the world . This group has survived over thousands of years trying to hide their doings . You 've just find out about them and they know it..

His eyes were covered as he was roughly manhandled away from where they caught him. He could smell the scenery changing from the scent of wet garbage, the smell of the alleyways that crisscrossed the slum perpetually covered in rain, to something dryer but equally sleazy, the smell of sex and cheap alcohol. His feet stuck to the dirty floor, they tied him to a chair and pulled off the hood. 
 
 Two massive men stood by him, they looked unnatural: hunched over but extremely tall and muscular, cleanly shaven and bald but strands of hair peeking out of their shirts hinting to extremely strong hair growth, fitted with cheap suits and cologne but bathing in sweat, protruding chin. Of course he knew what they were. That's why he was here. 
 
 Before him sat a small, thin, in all aspects sickly looking man. A marked contrast to his kidnappers. 
 
 The thin man spoke with a high-pitched voice: `` What is it now?'' 
 
 The kidnapper to his left answered with a flurry of hand movements. 
 
 The thin man apparently understood, and nodded. 
 
 `` So it seems somebody has been nosy. Intruding on my beloved friends' traditions.'' 
 
 The captive answered fumblingly: `` What the fuck man, who are these neanderthals? Why did you take me? Shit. I was n't supposed to be there. Chucky wanted me to go there, make a delivery, you see. Let me go.'' 
 
 The beast of a man to his right kicked him in the ribs. 
 
 `` You should n't have said that, they are very sensitive to being called neanderthals, almost got wiped out by them. The hatred with them for other humanoids runs quite deep. Generally. They prefer the term paleonto.'' 
 
 `` Humanoids? Paleonto? What? Let me go! You do n't want to cross Chucky.'' 
 
 `` Your drug-lord boss and my family have an agreement, I assume he is not going to miss you.'' 
 
 `` What do you mean family? What is all this.'' 
 
 `` Before your sacrifice I will give you to advantage of letting you know what is going on, that way you will have some comfort in your own death. You see: my family has been exploiting business opportunities that others would describe as non-ethical for a number of centuries now. As such around the 19th century we got into the slave trade the moment everyone was going out, allowing for a handsome profit to be made. Now one of our expeditions came across an isolated group of paleontos in the backwaters we used to get our slaves from. Now at first we thought them to be some sort of weird isolated tribe that would quickly die out from disease, they did not, and turned out to not be human as well. They were, as an anthropologist in our family discovered, a species of unknown humanoids going back to the times of the late dinosaurs. Or at least that is what we made of their religious practices. Practices you probably saw when you accidentally entered the men's apartment, practices that refer to killing certain species of reptilians commonly known as dinosaurs. Miraculously they survived the test of history in a forgotten backwater until my family came along. Now my family has always been one to see opportunity where others see despair. And since they showed to be quite resilient we decided to bind them to us, and employ their services to make our current operations more secure. They have proven to be quite adept at it, with a global diaspora spread out all across the world, mostly located in unregulated areas such as these, ready to bash in skulls at our command. 
 
 `` So now that you have been enlightened, it is time for your end. Seeing you intruded on their most sacred practice it is no more than right that you would serve as their sacrifice.'' 
 
 Both paleontos made some quick hand movements, similar to sign language, and were greeted by a nod from the thin man. The captive kicked and pleaded for his life, tears running down his face as he was dragged to a back room. Before him stood a massive statue of a reptilian he once saw, he thought, when he was five on a trip to the natural history museum. The two paleontos made him bend over, his neck near a bowl, they sliced his neck with a dirty kitchen knife and the blood splashed down in the bowl and onto the statue.
