If you would have asked me two years ago where I thought I'd be at the age of 23, I promise Jurassic World would not have been my answer. At some point in your life you had a moment that changed everything. The day he left was my moment. It's amazing how much one person can affect you, and if you're not careful it'll ripple your whole life. At 20 I was so in love, making plans to get married to the man of my dreams, I changed my life's goals and wanted to support his dreams. The day he left was the day I broke. My oldest brother sat down with me and told me to imagine a priceless one of a kind, beautiful vase, it sparkled perfectly in the light and just seeing it made the day perfect. Then it shatters and you're scrambling to pick up the pieces but they're so tiny and there are little shards everywhere and even if you managed to find every piece you wouldn't know how to even start putting it back together. He hugged me and told me that I was the vase and my whole family was trying to figure out how to put me back together. I cried.

The day I turned 21 I refused to be sad, I met tons of people who taught me how to utilize some very interesting Hacking skills. I kept my day job as a dog groomer and by night I worked with a small group of people making some money on the side. By 23 I had become a security specialist with a reputation. I had always been an overly curious person so when ViHo emailed me about a job with the strict instructions not to look at any of the information on Experiment 626R and Operation IBRIS of Jurassic World, but simply to retrieve the file and send it to them, I obviously had to know what it was. ViHo went so far as to send me $1000 up front and offered another $4000 when the job was done. I simply replied that I would look into it and the sum of money happened to find its way into my account. After a weeks' worth of digging I sent an update email informing ViHo that I had to take a field trip and would have results in a month. I booked the flight to Costa Rica and the fairy for 3 days later.

Walking off the little ship onto the crowded dock I adjusted my laptop bag on my shoulder before draping my messenger bag on top. Sighing I had a week to crack into their system and needed to get started if it was going to happen. I dodged in and out of people annoyed at the crowd and made my way to the large hotel. I quickly checked in and made my way up to my room. I quickly set up shop and got to work. It took 2 days of snooping but at 11 pm entering my third day the screen unlocked. Jurassic world has a tight security with changing codes everyday. After I realized that their entire system seemed to change daily in the main building, I assume to keep long term guests amused with altering activities every day; I simply had to track what day the cycle was on and boom. It explained why everyday it seemed like I was starting from scratch. A great security system honestly, especially because of the 10 day cycle as opposed to a 7 day generic cycle. My screen lit up and I knew I only had an hour to find and transfer the files over. Only having the numbers certainly did not help. I found Operation IBRIS fairly easily, almost like anyone with average level of clearance could see it. I quickly copied it to a hard disk. I could not find Experiment 626R to save my life and at midnight the system dropped, rebooted, and by 12:01 I was locked out again.

Groaning in frustration I flopped back on the plush couch in the sitting area. I closed my eyes and threw my arm over my face. With a sigh I sat up and looked around, I had gotten so lost in my work I hadn't really ever taken a second to look around. The hotel was oddly crisp and my bags seemed so dank and dirty compared to the room. I huffed myself out of my chair and rolled my shoulders, my stomach growling. I reach for my phone and see ten phone calls and thirty-five messages.

'When was the last time I ate?' I silently contemplated deciding that it had in fact been about 56 hours since I had last eaten. I walked into the kitchenette and found a little pack of nuts in the mini bar. I ripped the package open and poured some of the contents out and began munching on them slowly. Leaning against the counter I flipped through the calls knowing whoever it was would have texted as well. Only five people. My mom messaged about me having missed our weekly call, My best friend had sent the bulk of my messages ranging from asking if I had made it safe, reminding me to eat, asking if I made progress, and a few more. My brother and father had tried checking in, probably because of my missed call with my mom and one of my buddies trying to get me to help him with a job. I sent a quick generic message to all of my family members, a brief apology and letting them know I'm alive. I sent an annoyed negative response to my buddy and a long winded response for the only person who actually demanded it of me, my best friend, Anna. I polished off the nuts making a mental note to actually eat tomorrow and walked into the bedroom area. I striped my clothes off threw on a baggy shirt and tossed myself unceremoniously onto the bed almost instantly falling asleep.

I woke the next morning to my phone turning off. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I quickly found my sweats from the night before and pulled them on before walking into the living room area. I plopped down on the couch and shook my mouse making my screen come to life. I reached over and plugged my phone in before leaning forward and starting the scan to try and hack Jurassic World's database one more time. I dropped that into the background and noticed the sky looked like it was starting to lighten. Checking the time I sighed lightly. 4:48 am. I robbed my face before popping the disk from last night into my laptop. Leaning back I allowed it to load. I glanced around the room and noticed a mirror across from the couch I was sitting on. I titled my head to the right taking in my appearance, my reflection stared back at me. Standing I walked a little closer to look at the stranger in front of me. Sometimes I forget what I look like or how to function. Anna calls it 'going down the rabbit hole.' It's been like this for two and a half years, I just focus so hard on work I forget. My long dark hair fell around my shoulders in a mess, I remember when it was just brushing my shoulder blades. My piercing blue eyes look even sharper because of the dark circles from long nights and even earlier mornings. My face was so much thinner than it had been. I, for a while, had been a pretty thick girl. Turning my head slightly to look at the more defined jaw line I rolled my neck before turning and walking away from my reflection. I looked at my screen and saw a singular file staring back at me.

"Operation IBRIS" I mutter aloud testing my voice out after a few days of being down the rabbit hole. I click the file while continuing to talk to myself "I wonder what this could even be about." The first document that popped up was an information sheet similar to what you would give someone on the first day of the job. It had a few basic facts about Velociraptors. "Ok, ViHo, what do you want with Raptors?" Scanning down the page it ran through protocol, safety procedures, and scheduling. Shaking my head and exiting out of that I popped up the next document. I seemed to be a request form or an order from someone. I scanned it wondering what they meant by "Training" the raptors. They were bringing in a behaviorist. "Well, this is a theme park after all." I justified it to myself while reminding myself that I had read raptors were more closely related to birds and birds can defiantly be trained. Dropping that down I found a file full of reports. Making a mental note to skim those later I found another official looking document. I pulled that one to the front and began reading it. "Field test? What the hell kind of field test?" I glared at the screen and made a mental note to look into InGen. I also found the reply to the request document. The reply stated that not only are they very unpredictable creatures, but that they also didn't seem to be taking to the commands well and a year and a half old. I smirked lightly to myself before bringing the scanner back to the front of the screen and checking to make sure it was still working. Glancing it over, I nodded in satisfaction before walking to the bathroom to shower and get ready to face the public.

I glanced myself over in the mirror checking my appearance. I had brushed my hair and put it in a high ponytail. I was wearing a deep green shirt that allowed my tattoo on my right arm to show. Just below the inside of my left elbow was the simple saying "You fancy me mad." I also wore short jean shorts that showed off my right thigh tattoo. It was a yinyang water color tattoo. I pulled on my converse, grabbed my cell and wallet, and made my way out the door. My phone rang as I made my way into the elevator. I swiftly answered informing the person at the other end that I was in an elevator just in case my phone dropped.

"Meghan Rei Van Hugh!" the all too familiar voice of Anna shouted into the phone. I stole a glance at my phone and say that it was barely 7 am. I hummed in response to her. "Where the hell have you been?"

"I got here Sunday evening, got checked in and went to work. I'm sorry." I replied quickly

"and you haven't left your room since have you?"

"No…"

"Not even for food? Have you eaten?"

"I found a bag of nuts last night." I replied walking out of the hotel and into the street, I could feel her disappointment through the phone. "Hey, I'm on the main strip now looking for food, I promise." I heard her sigh and take a brief pause.

"I worry about you Meg." She utters "One of these days you're not going to come out."

"I know, I'm sorry, I love you but I found a little café to eat at. It's beautiful here, Anna. You'd love it."

"Go eat, take lots of pictures, I love you." She returned and we hung up. Walking into the Crustaceous Café I was led to a booth by a too bubbly hostess and soon greeted by a too bubbly waitress. I ordered a coffee and water with toast, eggs, bacon, and hash-browns. I propped my head on my hand and look out the window. I squinted slightly taking in a giant pool at the end of the strip.

'I really should go see the dinosaurs. Especially if I'm going to be selling their secrets…' The waitress cleared her throat before placing my food in front of me.

"Which one is your favorite?" I asked her glancing at her. Her blond hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and her uniform completely pressed.

"The Mosasorous! But I love going to the Aviary." She smiled and asked if I needed anything else. I shook my head ate quickly and dropped some cash on the table before leaving. I found a tourist sign and the Mosasorous had a show every hour on the hour from 9 am until 5 pm.

'8:30' my phone flashed on its screen. 'To the Aviary it is.' I turned and began making my way to the tram.

The Aviary was a giant dome with a winding glass tube of a hallway leading through it. The hallway branched off in several different directions making it the biggest maze I had ever seen. I walked up on a worker who had been giving a brief lesson on some of the dinosaurs fighting behind her. She had a large smile on her face as 4 'Microraptors' attacked a slightly smaller one. She stood there with her face practically splitting from the fake grin explaining how they have to assert dominance over each other to create a pack mentality and that it was perfectly normal. Watching them intently I watched the smaller one cry out over and over as it was attacked and ripped at. I glared the woman down before running back a hallway where I had remembered seeing a door. Looking at the locking mechanism it was a simple swipe to enter, or a manual override password. Squatting down a moment I found finger prints on three numbers. 193. The year the first park had its 'incident'… 1993. After punching the number in, the door beeped green and I ran in shutting the door behind me. I raced to where the 5 microraptors were. I ran up startling them, they turned growling and warning me to come closer. I growled back starring them down. They back up a few feet hissing. I quickly swooped down folding the injured animal delicately in my arms. It let out a week noise and I shushed it. I ran my way back to the door and slid inside barely escaping the Microraptors pursuing me. I turned and slammed my back into the other side of the hallway sliding down with the injured animal still in my arms. The guide that had seen me running through the Aviary had already called for backup. (2012)

An hour later I found myself sitting in a crisp white office with two security guards standing behind me. The office belonged to a just as crisp woman with an angled red bob perfectly straightened. The little sign on her desk said Ms. Dearing. She sighed and stood behind her desk before addressing me.

"Normally what you did would be grounds for arrest," She paused glaring at me "However, because of you one of our assets is alive and none of the others were harmed. That being said, my boss has simply asked for your removal and as thanks has decided to forget this incident has happened." She spoke clearly and concisely. She nodded to the guards and I was quickly escorted back to my hotel. I packed my two bags while the guards waited by my door. I smirked as I closed my laptop, consider Jurassic World hacked. I walked out with my head down and taken to the fairy. The guards made sure I was securely loaded before giving strict instructions to the crew not to let me back on the island. I walked over to a table inside the fairy, my back to the wall and loaded my laptop. I popped up the Jurassic World mainframe and downloaded everything. Their protocols, pass codes, research, everything. I didn't do it to send to ViHo, fuck them. I want to know why they had no intentions on helping save one of their 'assets.' Why bring a prehistoric animal back from the dead to treat it like it doesn't even matter? If you're going to play god, be as kind as him and treat them properly.

It's been two weeks. Two weeks since I hacked Jurassic World and even more importantly two weeks since I saved the little Microraptor. His sad, weak little face was etched into my mind's eye. I spent the last two weeks weighing my options hacking Jurassic world everyday looking for updates on my little beasty. It killed me to think of his hurt little wings, his battered little body, and that weak little face. I looked up everything about my little beasty. His favorite food was lizards, but he eats small mammals, they haven't been letting him hunt do to his condition. At least that's what the report said.

I shook my head looking down at the little Poodle I was grooming. It's black fur curled looking like little feathers and it's sad puppy eyes with it's long shaved snout looking more like a beak than it should. I closed my eyes before deciding I needed a break. After gently placing the toy poodle in her kennel I walked back into the main salon and turned to my bather, Jonathan.

"You ok? You've seemed out of it for a week." He asked taking in my distant look.

"Yeah, I just need a 15, you good?" I shrug off his concern as he nods telling me to go. I walked up to the cashier, a mousy girl with short brown hair and large brown eyes, and asked to bum a cigarette.

"You haven't smoked in a year. You ok?" She squeaked in surprise while tugging the cigarette and lighter out of her pocket.

"I'm good, just need to think a few minutes." I mumbled accepting it while nodding my thanks. I walked outside and rounded the corner to my usual spot. Leaning against the wall I squatted putting the cigarette in my mouth and lighting it. I took a long solid drag I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the wall. I groaned at the internal battle as I debated what I should do. If I blackmailed the company, I put myself at risk. I couldn't very well try to get a job there, hell what would I do anyways? I'm a dog groomer. I scoffed as I imagined myself trying to clip a t-rex's claws. Sucking the rest of my cigarette down I flicked the butt and walked inside. In the lobby of the salon stood a well dressed Indian man, he held a little yorkie close to his chest and smiled widely when he saw me.

"Hello sir, how can I help you today?" I ask making sure my smock is zipped to the top and smiling politely at him.

"I was hoping to get my little boy groomed. I've heard you are the best in town, Meghan." His accent confirmed my belief of his heritage.

"Well, sadly someone lied to you; however I do try my best and make sure all our little pups are happy, healthy, and well loved. They also get lots of treats." I laughed as he also chuckled. I held my hands out for the little guy. He immediately jumped into my arms and began giving me kisses. The man starred at me a moment before laughing.

"He must really like you."

"And what is your name little one?" I asked nuzzling the little puppy.

"He doesn't have a name yet, I just got him." The man smiled.

"Alright, let's set you up an account." I sat with the puppy relaxing into my lap "Name?"

"Simon Masrani"

"Mr. Masrani of Masrani Global?!" Jonathan shouted from behind me in excitement.

"Hello." He chuckled, he and Jonathan looked at my questioning gaze.

"The owner of Jurassic World!" Jonathan elaborated "You were just there." I coughed slightly standing and handing his pup back. He looked at me with his face falling at the look on my face.

"I apologize, we just booked up." I stated firmly.

"Meg-" I cut Jonathan off with my hand.

"Have I done something wrong?" Mr. Masrani questions shocked at the change in my demeanor.

"If you are going to play god make sure you treat your animals like you love them. They didn't ask to be revived and they sure as hell didn't ask to become an attraction. All those 'Assets' know are those sad cages you like to call their homes and you cannot lie to the public claiming that them killing each other is normal. You want to be held to a higher standard? Don't take a page out of Sea World's book. You've seen Black Fish I assume? If not I highly recommend you look into it." Before he could reply the cashier slammed into the salon looking terrified.

"Meg! We need you out here right now!" I glared at Masrani as I chased after the girl. The dog trainer, an older woman, had been backed into a corner by a chow. I recognized this chow, I was the only one to work with her. She's an 8 year old highly aggressive chow and had attacked 2 other groomers. I clapped loudly as I walked up to the chow. I watched her ear twitch. I cursed myself for the mental lapse in memory.

"Hey!" I snapped in a stern voice. "Lexy!" It popped out of my mouth as soon as her name came to me. She growled at me her eyes never moving from her target. I snapped my fingers as I came up behind her. I stomped my foot causing her to turn on me.

"That a girl." I snapped my fingers drawing her attention to my hand before I brought my finger to my nose. "Eyes on me." Her ears were back and her lip curled as she growled.

"Don't you growl at me." I showed her my teeth, I held my hand out never breaking eye contact. "Leash." I kept my tone but spoke to the trainer who had slunk out from the corner. She tossed me a slip lead causing Lexy to look at her.

"Hey!" I clapped bringing her attention back to me, she studied the leash intently backing up. I snapped again bringing my finger to my nose. "Eyes on me." I stepped forward as I made the leash into a lasso, I maintained eye contact as I starred her down. "Sit down." I commanded in a hiss causing the immediate reaction I would normally get in the salon. I tossed the loop around her neck and tightened it slightly with a tug. I took a slow step toward her and she growled. "No. You know better." I pointed sternly at her. I took another step forward and allowed her to sniff my fist and forearm. She slowly bowed her head and I pet her. "Good girl. Let's go find mommy." I turned, her at my side ears back but at everyone else, she had immediately become my guard against all the scary people. I walked her to the front of the store and handed her to her mom.

"Mrs. Rainwood," I greeted as I handed her the lead. She apologized profusely and my manager took over. I nodded to her and took my leave.

"That was very impressive." Masrani praised holding an over excited puppy. I grabbed the spare lead from Jonathan, who had it around his neck, and wrapped it in a figure 8 creating a harness for the puppy. I placed him on the ground and handed the leash to Masrani before walking away without a word to him. "Please," He followed me "I would like your help." I paused rubbing my face.

"What could you possibly need from me?" I sighed turning to him

"The Microrapter you saved, he won't eat and is growing weak." He looked down at the puppy completely who was completely unaware at the tension between us. I froze.

'He's weak? But the report- it said he was fine. Healing.' My mouth went dry and my whole body stiffened at the news.

"The doctors think that because you saved him he attached himself to you. They think he may be depressed." He studied my still frame.

"What- what do you want from me?" I asked tearing up. "I have a job here. I can't just leave."

"I'll pay you." He replied easily "You'll be compensated for your time, however long we need you for."

"Then what? I come back? Do I just sit around and coddle him? What happens when I get attached and you ship me back here? I'll be compensated, ok. I'll have to find a new job, I don't even know how long you're asking me to be gone. What if he doesn't make it? You're just asking me to walk away from my job in hopes that maybe the doctors are right about their hunch." I panicked. I shook my head and tears fell from my eyes. "I was escorted off your precious island for saving an animal and now you're asking me to come back? I'm a security risk! I broke into your enclosure!" I shouted. He just let me go until I ran out of steam. I never noticed the small crowd I gathered.

"I want you to work for me. First to help me get our microraptor healed, then to help tighten our security. You broke into that enclosure too easily. I want a new mind on it. I hear you are very talented in the security business, Raven." He said lowly. He was blackmailing me. Raven was my hacking name. I held my breath a moment before turning to my boss.

"I'm sorry, but it seems today is my last day." I looked him dead in the eyes and he put both hands up not even going to argue. I looked back to Masrani "I need an hour to finish my work here." He simply nodded in response informed me he would be back in an hour. I never noticed he had called the microraptor ours.