Cold Blooded (Writing Prompt) Part 1

The prompt that my brother gave me:
"The giant raptor's claw rushed towards Ceci's face like a steam train.
Not again, she thought."

Ready, set, GO!

Dropping to her stomach, the rush of air from the animal's movement ruffled her hair. A close call. "I thought I told you to keep the cages locked at all times!" she barked to the control room. Dozens of eyes stared down with cruel curiosity, safely tucked away behind steel and thick glass. Typical. They always kept the Assets safe and secure no matter the cost to Mundanes. Rolling in the dirt to avoid the second strike of the angered mother, she scurried to the far side of the oval room. A filthy floor coupled with walls so white it hurt her eyes to look at them. It was funny... in a cruel way.
The raptor roared, reclaiming Ceci's attention. Head thrown back, she clawed madly at the air. She wanted her babies. Though the animal's arms were short, the claws were still lethal. The Primers hadn't done their job.
Staggering to her feet, Ceci shifted constantly, attempting to stay in the creature's blind spots as she inched towards the large steel door. Stay calm. To go out like this after all she'd been through? Derek would've laughed. Her thoughts snapped back when a clank sounded behind her. The door was closing. They weren't waiting for her to get out. Could she make it?
Yanking her left boot off, she flung it to the opposite side of the room. The Raptor's head snapped to the loud thump, letting Ceci dash towards another day of life, forced to slide out on her belly. High on adrenaline, she looked herself over. No finger or toes missing. Her hat was currently crushed under several tons of solid metal. A soft curse escaped her. She'd loved that hat!
Dusting herself off, she brushed her short ebony hair from her face, several sets of thin scars running along her left cheek. A hat and a boot gone. They would set her back at least a week. Relatively calm, she marched straight towards the main deck. Her annoyance and lack of a left shoe made the limp in her right leg more prominent as she barged in.
"I-It was an accident" Avin stuttered, glasses slipping down his sweat-slick nose as he interpreted the lights and beeps of the machines at the back of the room, wringing his hands together nervously as he tried to understand the problem. Ceci was not the kind of woman one provoked. "P-Please don't be angry..."
Ceci's eyes narrowed. He always wrung his hands when he lied. Still, it was sweet of him to try and defuse the situation. If she attacked an Asset, it would be the last thing she would ever do.

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That's it for now but I actually really like what I've done so far and might write more on this later. I already have lots of ideas for what will come.