[ 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..


 `` I apologize for the blunt nature of the message, as well as meeting in a place... like this.'' 
 
 The stranger across a iron wire frame table gestures in a circular movement with his hand to describe the local coffee shop we are in. He has asked me to call him Yapoe, but I think he gave me that name to screw with me. Yapoe was a tall, tan man wearing a suit with a yellow tie. 
 
 `` I meant the experience to be educational, rather than a first date'', Yapoe continues. He takes a sip of his water while giggling at himself. 
 
 My mind is racing, piranha paradise and my questions are countless tourists in the wrong pond embedded with teething hunger. I ca n't help but think in frenzy of the small infinity I have here with Yapoe, a first encounter with this timeless race that I can ask a multitude of questions to lead into a multitude of outcomes. I'm fidgeting again in fear and excitement. 
 
 `` I do n't take offense by it. Thinking on it now, if you had taken me elsewhere I honestly would have thought you might have,'took care' of me''. I run my right index finger across my neck to signify my confusion of not being frozen in fear of what could be certain death but instead nervously laughing with him. 
 
 Yapoe was young. I could see in his eyes cassette tapes among films reels and VHS tapes stacked sky scraper high to imagine the many experiences in his life, but wrinkles were not distributed on his face to show time's toll. And he was strong still, as if raw T-Rex was a meal on the kids menu of his people, but not largely bulky to suggest his dexterity was hindered by it. 
 
 `` No, please have no fear of my family. Only Grandpa would cause you harm; he's a little old school. He would tell you about the same stories he drew on cave walls eons ago, how he gouged the eye of a raptor leader after it threatened our turf and swore he could see the pack's movements while looking through the monstrous green iris. Or the time he claims to have taken out all the teeth and claws off a T-Rex looking beast, essentially disarming it for his amusement. Then he would gut you with a knife millions of years older than you for the safety of our people. But like I said,'' a pause for another sip, `` old school.'' 
 
 I laughed momentarily at the idea of a cantankerous old man telling me about the good old days of having to kill dinosaurs to continue existing. 
 
 `` H-how did you do it?'' 
 
 `` There are few miracles in my story, first off. The sun rising and falling is the only miracle that will be one hundred percent true.'' Yapoe at this point had his arms crossed, eyes closed with his head pointed to the ground as he made small nods. It looked as though we confirming with himself those memories were still in stock. 
 
 `` How did you survive all this time, pre and post meteor?'' 
 
 `` Listen: what you call dinosaurs are animals just like us. The advantages we have were in the ability to understand our senses, and making ways to conceal ours. Think about it. Muffling your movements, overwhelming your scent, and most importantly is hiding in pockets of peripheral vision. I've lived for years as the speck of sand in the corner of another living thing's eye, for the sake of myself and my family. I am the irritating itch that someone else is there, and for animals with sharp teeth that came too close to my kin, I was the adrenaline peak in other living things before a final plateau. That was my job as scout, as I set the bar for strength in our family, but I was typically never by myself. It was a fools risk to travel alone when a false step could lead you to being outnumbered. A cruel fight ahead to bitter injuries, if not leading to a rash escape which will likely cause even more bitter injuries.'' 
 
 Yapoe took a deep breath. His eyes become a shade bloodshot, with two beads of sweat running down opposite sides of his forehead. His right hand was feeling the knot of his tie as is left circled between grasping his water to drawing out his discussion on the table. Whichever emotions I was reading from this super human I found hard to believe. 
 
 `` The truth is this, my new friend. My people are scouting alone in hiding on this Earth. We have been ghosts sulking in the corners of the world for too long. I am afraid what lies ahead we can not run from, the injuries will be death in both consequences. I am pained to say I am no longer the marker for strength. Grandfather refuses to believe what I see; that we are far too deep in the jungle with our allies kept in dark clutches at the bottom of crater. In there is what I fear.'' 
 
 Yapoe's forhead is drenched at this interval. We both notice his cup is empty of water. 
 
 `` Friend, there is no meteor that sealed the fate of your'dinosaurs'. I remember the night where the Earth shook and all living things screamed in fear. The wind moving through blades of grass was it's own thunderstorm heard planet wide, and that night the creatures we long respected and conflicted with shouted in an orchestra of the damned. The following sunrise was frozen in time. Still terror. My bones twist into helixes when I think of it.'' 
 
 I remember my eyes blotching at that point in the conversation. Likely due to shock, as all the piranha's in my head died and floated to the surface. 
 
 `` I am now a scout in diplomacy for the first time. Grandpa believes we should wait out our fears until it will strike again, but even the craters it makes in effortless motion are cataclysmic. I've studied all this time at the feet of my Grandfather the languages of this planet, enough culture and science and tears to rally a planet I love dearly. And I need your help.'' 
 
 His cup tips over. I could n't tell that day if had kicked the table or it shook the table first. 

