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Article 7

If an incident occurs where a specimen becomes more than it is designed to be, and it is a danger to the public, the specimen is to be terminated. If a specimen develops anything not natural to its species, it is to be terminated. If a specimen shows behavior not consistent with the norm, it is to be terminated. Failure to do so may cause drastic changes in the park's environment and be viewed as a threat to humanity.

There are no exceptions to this rule.

The wall… Bright eyes watched the little beacons at the top of the fence, shining yellow in the moonlight. For some reason, after many months, the lights had suddenly gone out. Why? Light never go out…maybe it is dead? A sleek shape moved from the bushes in the enclosure, resolving into that of a large reptile, one that stood on its hind legs and was nearly as tall as a man. It had a rusty coloring that allowed it to blend fairly well in the undergrowth, and sharp senses that allowed it to survive in the wild.

But even this animal knew it wasn't wild, but a captive.

This velociraptor looked up at the lights, then at the cables that made up the fence, the metal gleaming in the light of a full moon. Maybe…escape? No…it doesn't work, tried before…but maybe this time? A million thoughts went through the raptor's head, and it puzzled over what it should do about this new finding. Ever since it could remember it had been in this pen, and the lights had been on. For many months the fence had defended itself against it with a painful strike to its entire body.

But with this new development, it had to think about what may have changed. The scale-less ones had been gone for a long time, yet the lights remained on, and now with them off…was it free? The raptor approached the fence cautiously, looking it over. With delicate slowness it reached out its unnaturally long foreleg and touched the cable.

Nothing happened.

If it could, the raptor would have smiled. Free at last…free at last…the world is out there, and I am in here, so where must I go? The raptor growled and began to claw its way up the fence, the cable allowing it to reach the top easily. What had once hindered it, now aided its escape. Somehow even it understood the irony. The velociraptor jumped down to the ground, setting foot outside of its pen for the first time. It ran towards the jungle, screeching loudly in its newfound freedom.

Look out world, here I come! The male raptor thought to himself, vanishing into the still night without a trace…

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"Private Thompson reporting, please respond!" The radio only buzzed with static as the man tried each channel. "This is Private First Class Mikah Thompson, would someone please respond?!" Nothing answered him, and he threw the radio down in defeat. Despite all the precautions against it, he had somehow been left behind.

He had to think…protocol demanded that he make for the beach and wait for rescues, but he also understood that it would be the perfect place to be picked off by some predator. There was only one real option, and that was the radio station on the other side of the island.

"I'm going to die…"

Mikah heard a hiss and bolted upright, holding his assault rifle in the direction of the sound. He saw clearly the shape of a velociraptor looking at him from the bushes, and he pulled the trigger. With a terrible shock he realized the safety was on, and when he looked back up from turning it off, the raptor was gone. "What…where?" He looked around, keeping the rifle at his shoulder. There was no sign of the raptor, and he saw no tracks in the sand. It had gone back into the woods.

"One human, one raptor, it could have tried to kill me at the least, and it runs off." Mikah didn't know much about animal behavior, much less dino behavior, but he was pretty sure it didn't work that way. His military training kicked in, and he considered other possibilities. Was it spying for the rest of the pack? Was it just curious? Did it recognize my weapon and flee? Was it even a raptor? Mikah kept his rifle at the ready, not taking any chances this time. The night was still and silent, and there was still no sign of the raptor.

If he stayed on the beach, he'd be killed. If he moved into the jungle, he'd be killed. That left one option…a tree. He didn't like heights that much, but it was his only hope to sleep at all. If there's one thing the Army people knew, it was the value of sleep. You had to do without it enough to know that one…

Moving to the tallest tree he could get to, he slung the rifle over his shoulder and gripped the rough bark, making slow movements up the side of the tree-trunk. The bark was wrinkled and cracked and surprisingly easy to climb, and he reached a branch that hung nearly fifteen feet off the ground. He set himself on it, surveying his surroundings for any possible threat, then settled against the trunk of the tree, watching the jungle below him.

The moon sank on the horizon as Mikah Thompson slept.

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"Dr. Grant? Dr. Alan Grant?" A voice called, and Alan looked up from the scrap of paper he was reading.

"Yes?" He saw a man with a suit coming up to him from across the lobby of the hotel, and also noticed the logo on the man's briefcase. It was from his main source of funding.

"Dr. Grant…" The man shook his hand, smiling slightly. "I'm Dr. Marion, and I must say it is an honor to meet you."

"Glad to know I still have some fans."

"Unfortunately…" Here it comes… "I'm here on business. I'm not one for small talk, so I'm going to get right to the point…the firm is pulling your funding."

"I knew this was coming." Alan said in a monotone. He had expected this for over a month now, and even after his incident with the…island…he was still expecting it. "So that's it, no farewells?"

"No, sir…they just pulled the floor out from under you. I'm really sorry, Doctor, but it isn't my job to decide, just my job to inform." Marion sighed, putting his hand on Alan's shoulder. "That's about all I can say…I'm sorry, but I guess they got impatient."

"Thank you." As the man walked off Alan heard a familiar voice behind him.

"So I see they did it anyway?" Alan turned to see the last face he ever wanted to see, the one who had started this whole mess.

"John Hammond…and you're here…why?"

"To see you, of course." The white-haired old man motioned for Alan to sit by him, and he did. "You see, I have a proposition for-"

"Not interested." Alan said harshly.

"No, Dr. Grant. It doesn't involve Jurassic Park. Not directly in any case."

"I'm not going to any island, to see anything you cooked up. I've had more than enough dinosaurs for my lifetime, and I really prefer them when they are dead. Very…very…dead." John laughed.

"I understand completely. But you also know more about the dinosaurs than even I, and that is why we need you. You see, there is another island-"

"NO!"

'"Please, hear me out!" John insisted. "This island doesn't have dinosaurs, at least not any live ones. This is a place that we found something you might find very interesting…as a paleontologist."

"And that is…"

"The remains of a new species of dinosaur. And not just any kind…we think that this could break apart the theories of evolution from the ground up!"

"How so?"

"It…the DNA we recovered is more than eighty percent that of a human's."

"So this could be…the real ancestor of man-kind? This could break down the theory that men come from apes?"

"Precisely!" Hammond exclaimed.

"I can't wait to hear this out. If this comes out to be true, I'm going to retire permanently."

"Then come with me…"

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