Costa Rica: Three pteranodons broke through the clouds headed for the small forested country. As they soared over the beach, some tourists began fleeing in panic while others snapped photos of the dinosaurs to prove to themselves that what they were seeing was real. The three dinos soared onwards over the jungle looking in wonder at all of the new sights that they hadn't seen since being cooped up back on that cage on Isla Sorna before they were unwittingly released by a pair of unwanted trespassers to their territory. But those ideas were a thing of the past, now was the present and these dinos intended to make the most of it by viewing all they could and start introducing their species to this new area. The three pteranodons glided to a halt and landed on a pair of branches on a tall tree before cawing at the sights in front of them…before they promptly fell off their perches and tumbled to the ground unconscious and began flopping on the ground before coming to a rest as numerous darts stuck out of their hides. Helicopters soon swarmed the area casting shadows on the dinosaurs as armed individuals poured out from behind nearby trees and quickly began stringing up the pteranodons with cables before attaching the strung up dinosaurs to tow cables lowered by the helicopters. Two more individuals appeared and watched the spectacle.
"Damnit Grant, what the hell were you thinking going back there?" muttered Jake Whitacre under his breath as he began shaking his head lightly. Henry Wu meanwhile just made another mark on a clipboard he was carrying with him.
"I can't tell you how lucky we are having got them when we did," Henry said as the helicopters up above took off bringing an eerie silence to the jungle. "If they'd been allowed to roost who's to say what trouble their kind could've caused around the world with air traffic."
"Still if these three managed to escape from Sorna there's no reason the other pteranodons couldn't make a break for it as well," Jake responded. "And here we are still with our hands tied about what we can and cannot do in regards to Sorna."
Henry shuddered at that statement. "Don't bring up Sorna again so soon after we just left there."
"Sorry Henry," Jake lamented. "It just isn't fair is all."
Henry nodded as he made a tally mark under P-1,2,3 before heading off with Jake further into the jungle following the team members ahead of them.
Three weeks later, Cruise Ship Equestrian, 100 miles off the Coast of Costa Rica: A supernatural fog drifted across the sea as the massive cruise liner slowly made its way through it constantly blaring its foghorn. On the deck some of the passengers strolled about trying to see how far they could into the fog. Steven and Kelly, having just barely survived their stroll through Site B were conniving on the deck.
"Screw that nondisclosure pact that drug company made us sign, if we write a tell all story of what happened on that island we'll make more than enough to deal with any legal issues," said Steven. Kelly nodded.
"And if worse comes to worse then we can retire with our money to some island nobody's ever heard of!" she said excitedly. Steven nodded happily as the two advanced down the deck hand in hand. But before they could return to their cabin, the whole ship suddenly lurched.
"Damned captain not seeing where he's going, I have half a mind to sue him," Steven grumbled. Kelly was about to agree when a scream was heard from across the deck everyone whirled their heads to look at the front of the ship and as they strained their eyes, several pairs of glistening jewels appeared piercing brightly through the fog.
"Oh my God," said Steven as he turned to run. Several blurs shot out across the deck headed towards the people at the other side. On the bridge it quickly became clear that something had gone very wrong and the captain began peering out through the forward windows with his binoculars.
"What is going on down there?" asked the second in command as more screams erupted from below.
"I don't know," responded the captain grimly. "But we'd better issue a distress call and break out the weapons."
The officers nodded and unlocked a cabinet and began pulling out rifles and loading cartridges into them.
"Alright let's-," began the captain when suddenly a massive object slammed through the front windows sprinkling glass everywhere.
"Oh my God-," began the captain. "Fire!"
On the other end of the radio in San Jose the only sounds heard were gunfires, screams, and then one very loud roar. San Jose immediately dispatched rescue ships to the last known coordinates of The Equestrian but all they found were mangled bodies and blood everywhere. Out of a complement of 1000 individuals, 975 were found dead and those that weren't killed were in such a state of shock that they could not even speak, all they could do was just stare ahead their gaze fixed on some unknown object as blood covered their entire bodies.
Pacific Pharmaceuticals HQ, Seattle: 40 year old CEO of Pacific Pharmaceuticals, John Brown was sipping some coffee while reading the Seattle Times when his phone rang.
"Brown," he said into it.
"I've got the Costa Rican government on line one," said the secretary. John groaned.
"Fine put them through," he said. "Jake if you did something…"
The phone rang and he picked it up.
"Brown," he repeated into it. "Hello Mr. Secretary. What? Are you sure? You're joking! You're not? But how is this going to affect-, yes I'll be on my way immediately."
John lowered the phone and looked at the far wall in shock at the sudden change in events.
"Shit and here I thought acquiring Ingen would be the end of my worries," he thought laughing nervously before picking up his phone again. "Tell the airfield to have the jet ready to go to Costa Rica immediately and call Jake and tell him to meet me at San Jose."
"Yes sir," came the response. John scowled once more before getting up, grabbing his briefcase, and nearly exiting before turning around and grabbing a stack of papers that read: 'Project SRP/DRP'.
Jungle: A hail of gunfire erupted sending birds tearing into the sky as a nearby stream turned a shade of red while a dead corpse floated to one of the banks.
"Ah nuts," said Jake as he squatted next to the dead crocodile. "She is a beaut though."
"And from a long line of crocodiles that stretches all the way back to the dinosaurs," said Henry as he put his hands into his labcoat pockets that put him in stark contrast to the armed members of their party.
"I think this means we should call it a day," said Jake as he yawned and stretched as the sun began sinking lower past the horizon. "We'll need a good defensive position in the event we encounter any unwanted guests."
"You said we'd be going to back to San Jose tonight!" Henry protested.
"If you want to go back be my guest I'm sure Danni will come pick you up in her chopper," responded Jake. Henry groaned as Jake mentioned the pilot that had inadvertently landed them on Sorna and got caught up in a situation considerably bigger than just a bad landing. Upon making it to Costa Rica she had become embroiled in the 'A-1 Project' and had joined whole heartedly to prevent others from experiencing what she had on Sorna with the death of her long time co-pilot and one of her passengers. Since joining Jake and Henry, she'd been helping to ferry dinosaurs to the island of Indigo that was housing the dinos that had been captured on Costa Rica. But as an added side-effect, she and Henry had become closer over the past few months following their brief time spent together on Sorna after Jake's apparent death trying to fend off some dimetrodons.
"Look if you're jealous," began Henry again. Jake just began laughing.
"Nah, I just like pushing your buttons is all," he responded with a big grin. Henry groaned again when suddenly the wind picked up as a rhythmic thumping was heard and a bright light washed over them.
"Oh hell," said Jake shaking his head as a helicopter lowered itself nearby into a clearing. The team emerged from the jungle and headed towards the helicopter as a figure appeared in front of the bright searchlight. The image Danni Steferson suddenly came into focus as she stopped right in front of them.
"We were going to come back," said Henry trying to defend Jake's decision.
"All the same we're so glad you care DS," said Jake dryly. Danni rolled her eyes at that statement even though Jake and Henry couldn't see that through her thick sunglasses.
"Big Boss Man has ordered you two to go immediately to San Jose," the pilot responded.
"Why?" asked Henry curious.
"Something's come up," said Danni ominously. Jake and Henry looked at each other before inwardly sighing and began walking towards the helicopter.
Morning, San Jose: Inside the President's Office, Jake, Henry, and John sat in front of the president's desk as the secretary of defense gave his report on the attack of The Equestrian. John was deep in thought as the pictures of the carnage were shown, Henry looked horrified, while Jake looked somewhere between bored and annoyed.
"And that was the last radio communication from the liner," said the secretary as he shut off the tape player. Everyone sat in silence for a few moments as each pondered the situation.
"So what is the official status of the ship then?" asked John finally.
"Officially she sank off the coast of Costa Rica late at night two days ago," said the President. "We recovered a handful of survivors who were so deeply traumatized by the events that they cannot even begin to tell about it. Much less speak at all."
"And unofficially?" asked Henry.
"We have the boat safely tucked away at a secure location pending a full investigation," said the secretary of transportation who was also in the room.
"By whom?" asked John.
"By your company of course," said the president steepling his hands in front of his face.
"Why? It's fairly obvious what did this," said Jake crossing his arms.
"Yes but this is hardly an isolated incident. And before you give me that look Mr. Whitacre, we've received numerous distress calls from smaller craft only to discover them with its occupants in the same condition as those found onboard the ocean liner," began the president. John instantly sat up at that.
"Why wasn't I made aware of this information?" he demanded.
"Because pirating is a major concern in the waters where those ships were lost and to instantly jump the gun and say it was d…hostile bogies, would be a bit premature. Besides we investigated any nearby islands and found nothing. However given this latest attack we have been forced to reassess our earlier assumption. It may still be pirates or it could be bogies but we need you to give us a definitive answer by the end of the month," said the president.
"Or else what?" said Jake angrily.
"Or else we will fire bomb Sorna and order you to abandon Indigo so we can destroy that island as well in order to prevent future attacks," said the president darkly. All three members of Pacific Pharmaceuticals stood up at that.
"That's not fair!" Henry protested. "After all we've done for this country!"
"Which is why I'm giving you a month, the cabinet and congress wanted me to destroy the two islands now and only through my insistence of what you have done to stop the dinosaur invasion was I able to get them to relent. But this is still a bad situation and the country feels strongly that destroying Sorna will solve our problems. I on the other hand agree with your belief that it will only make things worse," said the president.
"What about our timetable for Project SRP?" Jake asked. "That was approved by the senate before this incident took place."
"The timetable is still in effect and I wish you well but the point remains that in a month this problem had better be fixed or we will intervene," said the president standing. "Now then, I will have all the data we've collected transferred to your company and will have The Equestrian brought to Indigo. I wish you gentlemen luck, I really do."
"And we thank you for your time," said John as protocol dictated before he, Jake, and Henry left the room.
"Goddamnit!" shouted Jake angrily as they exited the building. "This is bullshit! We've waited ten years for this moment and now it's just going to slip through our fingers! I won't let that happen."
"None of us will let that happen," John assured him. "But we do need to get the ball rolling immediately."
"Agreed," said Henry. "But who will do what?"
"I think I will helm the investigation, it's too important to risk delegating the task to someone else. Henry you should stay here and continue searching for any dinos that may have made the journey across the pond. Jake, you're the one who has invested the most time in the plans for reacquisition so I have to ask one last time, will you be able to handle it?" asked the CEO.
Jake sighed. "If I hadn't had that trip to Sorna I probably would've said yes but would've been lying. But since I went there and finally confronted what I'd kept buried for so long, yes I do think I'll be able to handle it…better. If not I'll bow out because this mission was designed to operate without me."
"Good. But I need you to come back with me to San Diego so you can acquire what records you can pertaining to all of Ingen's dinosaurs," said John.
"Why don't you do it?" asked Jake confused.
"Because I need to make a trip to Montana instead," said John cryptically. Jake shrugged before John continued.
"And you really need to see Hammond. He doesn't have much time left Jake, do you really want the last conversation you had with him to be the one he carries to the grave?" asked John. Jake sighed.
"I'll get you your information," was all he said. John nodded before turning to Henry.
"I hope the next time we meet it'll be at the Operations Building toasting our success," he said. Henry nodded as the two shook hands and Jake and he slapped hands together and then Jake and John turned and left leaving the scientist behind.
"Hey," said Danni as she appeared at the base of the steps. "What're you thinking?"
"I just got a funny feeling like I'm not going to see them again," said Henry a little sad at his morbid thoughts.
"I'm sure it'll pass. C'mon let's go get a drink," said Danni as she led him off away from the capital building.
San Diego: At the receptionist desk of the Ingen Office, 32 year old Stephanie Sandelder sat doing a crossword puzzle while nearby a couple of coworkers were standing near a water cooler.
"I swear, today I'm going to make my move and ask Stephanie out. I've been getting ready for this moment for the past few months and now it's all come together," said the first worker.
"I don't know," said the second one dubious. "Do you see the way she looks at that photo of that guy on her desk in that photo of her, him, and that dino? I think she's still hung up on him."
"Well she's about to trade up, here I go," said the first worker smoothing his hair. As he was about to head towards the desk, the bell rang as the door opened and someone walked in.
"I guess I'll wait until after him," said the first worker quickly returning to the cooler as the first one laughed. At her desk, Stephanie didn't look up, figuring it to be just another worker coming in, as she penciled in another word.
"Tell me Stevie," said a very familiar voice that she hadn't heard in years. "Do you ever do any real work or is it only when I'm not around that you do?"
Stephanie's eyes widened as her pencil dropped onto the puzzle book. Before she could look up she was startled as a muddy old phone fell onto her desk.
"I found that on a recent excursion, figured you might want it," said the person before picking up a photo that was on her desk as she continued to stare at her crossword in shock.
"So how's your baby?" continued the person looking at the protoceratops in the photo. "Last I heard she was a whopping forty pounds and could mow down an entire forest if you gave her the chance."
"She-she's fine," said Stephanie still not looking up.
"And how are you?" asked the person. "Did you get my letters and postcards?"
Stephanie looked up to see Jake Whitacre leaning on the raised platform around her desk.
"Yeah," she said as a grin slowly spread across her face. "Until Steviesaurus ate them."
"Well at least you both got some enjoyment out of them," said Jake with a smirk. Stephanie grinned lightly.
"So what brings you here?" asked Stephanie.
"Oh…everything," responded Jake. "But I mainly came here to say I'm sorry for the past ten years."
"Maybe it's my daughter who you should be apologizing to," said Stephanie. Jake nodded and produced a fern that he'd been holding onto since walking in.
"You think this'll do it?" he asked. Stephanie reached for the branch.
"It might," she said nodding her head.
"Oh I didn't mean that, I meant this," said Jake producing a candy bar and laying it on top of the fern. Stephanie growled in mock anger and smacked Jake in the arm with the fern.
"Ow," said Jake holding his arm. "Harassment, harassment!"
"Oh shut up," said Stephanie with a laugh as she got up and swung around the desk and embraced Jake. By the water cooler the first worker almost fainted while the second began shaking uncontrollably while desperately repressing a laugh.
"So…staying here long?" asked Stephanie hopefully. Jake shook his head regretfully.
"For now no, but soon yes," he said before turning bright again. "Can you show me around? I think I've been gone too long to remember this place."
"And when have you ever been here?" asked Stephanie doubtful as she let his earlier comment go for now.
"Good point," said Jake nodding.
"So where do you need to get to?" asked Stephanie.
"Well Stev-," began Jake before Stephanie interrupted him.
"Jake, some things have changed since you've been gone. I do adore you calling me Stevie but its Stephanie these days. Stevie had to grow up sometime," said Stephanie. Jake nodded suddenly feeling old.
"I understand. I do respect you, you know that right?" he asked a little bit hurt. Stephanie quickly nodded.
"One of the few," she said. "So where to Mr. Whitacre?"
"Computer records please, Ms. Sandelder," said Jake. "Or is it Mrs?"
"You wish," said Stephanie shaking her head. "I'm a single mother with a dinosaur for a daughter. That kind of makes relationships almost impossible."
"Do you regret me shipping her to you then?" asked Jake unsure.
"No," said Stephanie strongly. "She's the only one who can give me unrequited love and that is why I always look forward to seeing her when I get home."
Jake nodded and the two continued on in silence.
"So where does that leave us?" asked Jake.
"I don't know," responded Stephanie truthfully. "But I do love you, you know that right?"
"Yeah and you know that I feel the same," said Jake sadly. "I just wish we weren't who we are is all."
"I know but we'll just have to make the best of it," said Stephanie hopeful.
"But not right now," said Jake. "Now is a critical juncture for Pacific Pharmaceuticals, but once it's done I promise you things'll get better."
"And if they don't?" asked Stephanie. Jake looked at her.
"Then I wish for you the best," he said. "I always have and always will."
"I know you do," said Stephanie sadly as the two entered into the computer files room.
Montana: Alan Grant sighed as he sat in a tent trying to go over the budget numbers for his dig. While math was never his strong point, he reluctantly did calculations when he to and right now all of his math was coming up in the red.
"Damn," said Grant to himself as he looked down at the dig that was bustling with activity from his hilltop view. After his return from Sorna, Grant had been hounded by reporters and TV personalities alike to detail his experiences on Sorna and while they had been offering wads of money, Grant was extremely reluctant to sell his soul like he had done to get him on Sorna in the first place so he had refused every one of them except for a small interview with a television company in New Zealand just so he could contribute something to his former homeland. But now with his star pupil Billy Brennan still in the hospital and the dig worse off than ever thanks to their brief absence he began to wonder if he should just pack it in and go back to the university and start teaching again. Grant groaned at that prospect before picking up a bottle of aspirin and taking a couple of them as a low rhythmic thumping sound was heard. In an odd sense of déjà vu, a helicopter came soaring in from out of nowhere and landed kicking dirt and dust everywhere all over the dig. Grant just shook his head before calmly getting up and walking down to the helicopter as the students covered up the exposed dinosaur bones. Grant walked down in front of the helicopter unfazed as dust whipped around him before looking at the pilot who merely pointed in the direction of the trailer that served as the team's base of operations as Grant turned and headed towards it.
"Hammond I swear if this is you I don't know what I'm going to do or say," thought Grant to himself as he opened the door and stepped into the trailer. But to his disappointment and confusion instead of a grey haired old man, a middle aged man with brown hair and casual business attire leaned against the island in the center of the trailer's kitchen.
"Ah Doctor Grant I was hoping you'd be the first one through that door," said the man a little cheerful as he offered his hand. Grant looked at it before looking up at the man un-amused.
"Who are you and what the hell do you think you're doing in here?" he demanded. The man dropped his hand and crossed his arms.
"Fair enough," the man conceded getting down to business. "My name is John Brown and I'm the CEO of the drug conglomerate Pacific Pharmaceuticals."
"And I should know that name because?" asked Grant annoyed.
"Because I currently run the company that manufactures that bottle of aspirin in your left hand," responded John bluntly. Grant cursed inwardly at himself as he looked at the bottle before placing it on the counter next to him.
"And this concerns me how?" said Grant.
"Honestly Doctor Grant? It doesn't," said John lightly shaking his head. "But recently I came into possession of a company that you've had some unpleasant encounters with in the past and it is because of that company that I am here today."
Grant tensed at that statement.
"We have nothing left to discuss," he said as he turned around and walked off.
"Doctor Grant I will pay you 30000 dollars right now if you just hear me out," said John as Grant was nearly out the door. Grant turned and glared at him angrily.
"Look I'm sorry to have to put you in this position but I am in a very bad spot right now and you are the only person who can help me," said John clearly aggravated. Grant didn't respond, he just looked out at the dig that had resumed after the chopper's blades had died down.
"How do I know you are legit?" Grant choked out finally.
"As opposed to the Kirby family who duped you into going to Sorna?" asked John as Grant nodded. "Well two ways. One being that I've already contacted your university and they know I am who I say I am and you are more than free to contact them for verification, and second I'm not asking you to make an immediate decision on what I'm about to ask of you. I'll give you a week which'll be enough time for you to make sure that check clears and then the offer will be rescinded. But I guarantee you that if you do join me it'll quickly become apparent that I do run Pacific Pharmaceuticals."
"Just promise me one thing," began Grant looking at him still not moving. "That I will not touch nor go anywhere near Sorna."
"Done," said John nodding as he took out a DVD case. "What I request of you has nothing to do with it and besides, I have my own plans for that island…"
Hammond's Loft: Former CEO and creator of Ingen Bioengineering, John Hammond was sitting on his bed faced with his own growing mortality as he listened to his 26 year old granddaughter Lex describe her previous week.
"So to make a long story short that's the last time I'll ever do finger painting again," said Lex as Hammond chuckled as she took off her hat to reveal streaks of red, green, and blue through her blond hair.
"But I pray this hasn't swayed you away from the art scene," the eccentric billionaire asked.
"Of course not grandpa I love it more than ever," said Lex as she produced a large manilla enveloped and pulled a portrait from it.
"What do you think?" she asked revealing the portrait to be of John Hammond.
"It's marvelous my dear," said Hammond in awe as it showed a painting of him in a business suit striking a dramatic pose while staring directly at the viewer.
"I just wanted you to see it before…before," began Lex before she broke down into tears and began crying into her hands as the doorbell to the apartment rang and the butler went to answer it.
"Calm down my dear I'm not dead yet," said Hammond trying to lighten the situation. "Besides, it is things that like this that only strengthen my resolve to go on living. I want to be there when you are recognized as the most prestigious artist of all time and the envy of the world over."
"Oh grandpa," said Lex laughing. Hammond smiled gently at her before a darkened figure appeared in the doorway to his study. Hammond's eyes widened briefly before he returned his direction to Lex.
"Lex darling I hate to have to do this to you, but I already had a prior engagement scheduled who has just arrived," said Hammond. Lex turned to see the darkened figure in the doorway as she brushed aside her tears.
"Okay then I'll see you tomorrow?" asked Lex. Hammond nodded.
"I promise," he said. Lex gave him a brief smirk before picking up her things and heading for the doorway.
"Bye grandpa," she said turning back to him before facing the new arrival who was looking at her passively though a pair of darkened sunglasses.
"Do I know you?" Lex asked.
"Maybe in another lifetime," responded the individual cryptically as the man shrugged. Lex eyed him more closely as the individual shifted uncomfortably.
"Have you ever heard of a Doctor Ian Malcolm?" the woman asked. The individual nodded.
"Yes, a man who totally dedicated his life to the theory of chaos as I recall. If you ask me I think the theory became his life," the man mused as a grin threatened to break out on his face.
"Well you look a lot like him Mr…." began Lex.
"Whitacre," said the man. "Jake Whitacre."
"Okay Mr. Whitacre, I'd say you look a little like Dr. Malcolm," said Lex as she eyed the lines of his face.
"I'd certainly hope so, he's my cousin," responded the scientist bluntly. Lex's eyes bugged out at that statement as Jake laughed.
"And what brings you to my see my grandfather today?" Lex demanded.
"Lex darling, please," began Hammond from the study.
"I was hoping to have one more conversation with him. I'm afraid I haven't spoken to him in a good thirteen years," said Jake. It didn't take long for Lex to realize what that implied.
"If you say anything to upset him and I find out about it, I will come after you," threatened Lex. Jake said nothing but tipped his head at her as she took off.
"I must admit to being surprised at seeing you here," said Hammond as he looked at Jake passively.
"As am I," responded Jake coolly. "I vowed never to step foot in here ever again."
"So why have you come back?" asked Hammond.
"Things change I guess," said Jake as he walked into the room and sat down on the seat Lex had vacated.
"You look good Jake," said Hammond as he set eyes on someone whose exploits were the only thing he'd heard of him for the past thirteen years.
"You too," said Jake nodding. "You too."
Hammond barked a laugh at that. "You're too kind."
Jake shrugged but remained silent.
"So what brings you my way?" asked Hammond.
"I was…asked to come," said Jake uncomfortable.
"By whom?" asked Hammond curious.
"My employer," said Jake.
"Ah. Well for what it's worth, John Brown is a good man," said Hammond. "He'd better be to be running my company."
"It's not much of a company these days John," responded Jake refusing to take offense at Hammond's statement.
"Yes I suppose you're right," said Hammond not wanting to turn this into another shouting match like the last conversation he'd had with Jake.
"He will make Ingen powerful once again," Jake assured him.
"And what will he do with my former assets?" asked Hammond.
"Use them to help mankind," said Jake.
"How noble," said Hammond slightly disgusted. Jake sat there deep in thought.
"I once told someone that when they told me their dream about 'creating a place where children of all ages could go to see and touch the most astounding animal attractions the world had ever seen', that that was noble," said Jake. Hammond looked at him sadly.
"Yes…I believe you did," said Hammond recalling a conversation from what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Was I wrong?" asked Jake. Hammond stared straight ahead as his vision began to grow a little misty.
"You weren't wrong the question is was the person you told that to wrong," responded Hammond. "But perhaps that question's best left for another day. I have something that I've been keeping in the hope that you would one day return. It's in my top left drawer of desk if you want it."
Jake eyed Hammond curiously before getting up and approaching the desk which he opened to reveal a plastic card inside along with a lanyard attached to it; it was Jake's old Ingen ID Card that allowed access to locked locations on Nublar, Sorna, and Indigo. The last Jake had seen of it was when he'd ripped it off and thrown it in Hammond's wastebasket all those years ago.
"Thanks," said Jake holding the card at arms length.
"Well go ahead, put it on," said Hammond. Jake looked at him hesitantly before putting the lanyard over his neck as the card hung down in front of his shirt over an old locket that was inside his shirt.
"Like old times," said Jake as he eyed the mud encrusted dirt on it that was likely there from his times on Sorna.
"Like old times," Hammond agreed. "So what are your plans now?"
Jake paused at that statement before continuing. "John when I left here the last time I swore to do one thing and one thing only. Do you remember what that was?"
"Yes I remember," said Hammond shifting uneasily in his seat. "Why?"
"I said it'd take ten years, it really took thirteen, but finally the time has come to take back what's ours," said Jake as an evil grin slid across his face. Hammond really sat up at that statement.
"You can't do that!" he shouted. "Costa Rica…"
"Is tired of the constant intrusions on their soil by hostile bogeys," Jake shot back. "Are you aware of how many people have died following the A-1 Project?"
"I haven't forgotten," Hammond balked.
"Well let's just say that the pteranodons were the last straw. The Costa Rican government returned Sorna to Ingen under the assumption that these attacks would cease," said Jake. "So that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"How dare you, those animals deserve more than this!" said Hammond. "You and I both know none of this is their fault."
"You're right it isn't their fault," Jake admittedly. "But if we don't do something now then it'll be a full out war between humans and dinosaurs and I'd rather not see that happen. And somehow I don't think you'd want to either."
Hammond sat there in silence as a wave of emotions flooded through him before he slowly nodded his head.
"I'd by lying if I said I'm not happy about this," he said.
"Look John, don't worry about it. Soon this will all be over and everything will be back to normal. I'll see you again I promise," said Jake getting up.
"Jake, whatever you do and whatever my feelings are on this subject know one thing, life will find a way, do not forget that," Hammond warned. Jake nodded at him solemnly.
"I will John, I promise," he said and with that he was gone leaving Hammond alone with his thoughts.
"Goodbye old friend," he said softly to the open doorway.
Montana: "So there you have it," said John Brown as he turned off the TV that had just given an overview of the Equestrian disaster as well as a brief overview of dinosaur intrusions of the Costa Rican coastline. Alan Grant had a mixture of shock and confusion on his face as John Brown produced a lighter and lit the DVD on fire before tossing it into a wastebasket and dousing the flames with some bottled water.
"I'm sure the media would've loved to have gotten their hands on that," John commented wryly as he sat in a nearby chair.
"How are you able to keep all of this a secret from the outside world?" asked Grant.
"It's not that hard after all dinosaur attacks can be covered up as other native animal attacks of the Costa Rican jungles. The Equestrian however was a much harder problem to cover up which is why the Costa Rican government is demanding I fix this problem now," said John.
"And the catch is?" asked Grant waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"They said they'll raze Sorna if I don't come up with answers by the end of the month," said John crossing his arms.
"I see," said Grant wondering how he should take that news given his encounters with dinosaur specimens over the years.
"Look if you don't want to help me to save Sorna that's fine. But please help me so the loss of innocent lives will cease," said John.
"I still don't see why you need me," admitted Grant.
"We need you because you're the only paleontologist alive with significant knowledge of Ingen's operations," John responded. "Plus we need your help because as the tape said, the evidence we've found suggests that whatever did this neither matches any of Ingen's specimen records nor the records of any known dinosaur."
"Assuming it is a dinosaur that's been doing this," Grant felt the need to point out.
"Yes," John Brown reluctantly admitted. "The thought has crossed our minds that this might be the work of humans though I would hope that no human would resort to what happened on the Equestrian, but I could very well be wrong."
"And what are you promising me in return?" asked Grant wondering if he should really be going down this line of questioning.
"I'll pay for your dig for the next ten years and I'll return the photo equipment and photos that my people seized from you upon your return from Sorna with your word that you will not publish them nor use them in any presentation of any time prior to the end of next year," said John getting out his pen and checkbook.
"And why's that?" Grant pressed.
"As I said I have plans for Sorna that could become compromised with renewed interest in that island. Your little incident over there caused enough damage as it is," said John. Grant bristled at that statement but let it go.
"At Helena there is a jet waiting. It will wait there for one standard week and if you are not on that jet by that time it will leave," said John. "I leave the decision in your capable hands Doctor Grant."
And with that he was gone leaving Alan Grant alone with a check in his hands and a lot on his mind.
Next day, Island of Indigo: Several Blackhawk military helicopters hovered by overhead as three pterandons were placed inside of a newly constructed cage. As soon as the locks were secured, the helicopters moved off to land nearby as on the beaches of Indigo, numerous attack craft were being prepped as various soldiers on the beach engaged in combat practice. Jake Whitacre, newly arrived from San Diego, watched them practice as a jeep pulled up behind him. Jake turned around before he burst out into a big grin as the two people walked up to him.
"Sam, Gerry, it's been a long time," said Jake grasping the hands of both of them.
"That it has," said Sam Stone nodding his head. "That it has."
"I told you guys this day would come someday, I told you," said Jake returning his attention to the troops.
"Yeah and I'm grateful it's finally come," admitted Sam. "It's been tormenting me for awhile now."
"Especially after finally hearing about the numerous A-1s that've popped up," said Gerry Harding. He and Sam had both left Ingen and gone their separate ways shortly after Sorna fell until they were contacted by John Brown if there were interested in Project SRP and both had immediately joined up.
"It's been a nightmare trying to contain them," Jake agreed. "But c'mon let's go inside I'll explain everything that's happened over the past thirteen years and what's about to happen."
Montana: Alan Grant hefted his backpack uncertainly as he walked across the runway towards the Leer Jet in the distance. As he approached, the door to the jet opened and a ladder extended to the ground.
"Greetings Doctor Grant I'm glad you decided to join us," said John Brown peering out.
"Understand that I am not happy about this," said Grant as he boarded the plane and the door was shut behind him.
"I understand and neither am I about this whole situation. Hopefully that both gives us an incentive to get this done as soon as possible because like I told you, I need to know what happened on that ship by the end of the month," said John.
"And what happens to me if you don't?" he asked wondering if he should get off the plane before it took off.
"Then you'll still get paid and I'll be in a lot of trouble," said John as he leaned back in his chair onboard the plane. "You ready to go?"
"I do have one request before we take off," said Grant. John looked at him confused.
"Go ahead," he offered.
"I have an assistant named Billy Brennan who was injured during our time on Sorna. He's supposed to be discharged in a few days and he told me he'd be willing to return to work. I'll need his assistance on this project," said Grant.
"Done," said John immediately as he took out his Pacific Pharmaceuticals hat and laid it on his face. "And let me know if you want anyone else brought in because between you, him, me, and my disaster investigation team, that's it."
"Wonderful," said Grant annoyed as the plane taxied onto the runway and took off for Costa Rica.
Indigo: "So there you have it," said Jake shutting off the slide projector. "Quite a ride huh?"
"Still it's about what I expected," commented Gerry.
"Yeah me too," agreed Sam. "As you said in the control room over there if we let the dinos take over, A1 would only be the beginning."
"Speaking of which, what about Jeff and Karrie are they coming?" asked Sam.
"No," said Jake shaking his head. "They've both made their own lives free of Ingen and to be honest it's for the best. They weren't in it as deep as we were."
The other two nodded their heads and got up.
"Get some rest, tomorrow…tomorrow we take back what's rightfully ours," said Jake. Gerry held out his hand as Sam held out his as well and Jake extended his out also before each said:
"Tomorrow we reclaim Sorna,"