Joe's ears began to pop as the helicopter descended upon the landing pad. The public had abandoned the facilities of Jurassic World; only a few authorized groups of official personal were now allowed access. Nature had already begun to take its course, with various dinosaurs marking the buildings as their own. Even now, from his vertical advantage, Joe could see some medium-sized amphibians resting in the food court off in the distance.
"Remember, be on the lookout!" one of Joe's co-workers, Frederick, shouted as he cocked his gun. "Not all these dinos are vegetarians,"
"You're one to talk," another co-worker shouted, referencing the burger Frederick had eaten prior to takeoff.
Frederick came back with a smart-mouth response as chopper landed, clunking to the ground with a huge thump. Joe clambered out, scanning the ground as his hands lingered near his pistol. It wasn't every day his co-workers were tasked with saving dinosaurs.
When word broke that the dinosaurs of Jurassic World had broken loose, there was an almost instantaneous international outcry for the creatures' well being. With the animals having access to large open spaces, most of these worries were settled immediately. There was, however, one large exception: the aquatic attraction, Mosasaurus.
Joe could see the magnificent creature from where they landed. She glided effortlessly back and forth, her belly full from the most recent meal. But the number of humans on Isla Nublar became fewer with every hour that passed, as fearful people hastily vacated the premises. With their departure the resources to keep feeding Mosasaurus decreased, which therein lay the problem. And thus was the reason Joe and his team had been called in, to take Mosasaurus out into the big blue ocean where she belonged.
Joe walked up to the tank for a closer look at the creature, which happened to be the same time Mosasaurus turned around. When two made eye contact the dinosaur stopped propelling forward, pausing leisurely in place. And so humanity and nature lingered, each watching one another expectantly.
"Don't worry gal," Joe said softly. "We're gonna get you out of here,"
Strapping the restraints around Mosasaurus proved to be difficult, even after she had been subdued by a low-grade tranquilizer. The creature had thrashed back and forth, splashing water all over the crew. But once she was snuggly in her restraints, they'd lifted her up via aircraft and gingerly placed her in the ocean. Still in a slight daze from the tranquilizer, she floated contentedly in the same location they placed her.
Once the drugs wore off, however, Mosasaurus began to realize the enormity of her situation. Joe felt a slight twinge on his heart, just as he did every time the crew set an animal in a bad situation free. "Go on," he wanted to say. "You're no longer constrained by an unfair situation. You're finally free," (Joe had uttered similar words once, from he'd received a roaring laugh from Frederick).
Spinning itself around in one graceful swoop, Mosasaurus looked up at the hovering crew. Joe felt chills as the creature rested her eyes on them. Thank you, she seemed to say, and then eagerly swam off, ready to explore the wide ocean laid out before her.