His antique Caddy—a gleaming 1970 Eldorado—is more than a car. It’s his mother’s legacy, his mobile fortress, and his only ticket to freedom from the oppressive , a power-mad councilor who controls the city’s fuel supply. But Dragoon has a secret weapon: the Forerunners , a lunatic cult that uses stolen genetic tech to breed hyper-intelligent dinosaurs. Raptors with radio collars. T-rexes trained to sniff out copper wiring. Pterodactyls used as aerial bombers.
“Also heard the pterodactyls are migrating. Figure we can race ‘em.”
He grins.
Our story begins in —not the year, but the city: a walled settlement built inside the corroded skeleton of a collapsed metropolis. The air smells of ozone, gasoline, and wet reptile. Jack Tenrec, a scrappy mechanic and "Cadillac driver" (a rogue who salvages and fights for city rights), is in a bind.
As dawn breaks over the ruins, Jack polishes a fresh raptor claw scratch on his Cadillac’s door. Hannah sits on the hood, feeding Cyrus a strip of jerky. cadillacs and dinosaurs game
One night, Jack and his sharp-shooting companion, (a former city archivist with a crossbow and a grudge), intercept a Forerunner convoy. In the back of a rusted truck: a clutch of unhatched saurian eggs , genetically spliced with human DNA. These aren’t just dinosaurs. They’re weapons. And one is glowing.
“There’s a rumored garage two sectors east. Says they still make hubcaps from before the Crash.” His antique Caddy—a gleaming 1970 Eldorado—is more than
The T-rex falls. Dragoon flees. The Forerunners scatter.