Prologue: Mystery In The Mist

Daylight bloomed on Isla Sorna. A boat carrying three men trundled along the riverside of the coast. One of them turned to the other two from behind the binoculars.

"Kenny, Mark, are these the creatures that we are looking for?"

Kenny, the man driving the boat, said "what? Oh, heavens no, Bryan."

Mark, the man sitting on the other side of Bryan said "the ones we are looking for are a few hours away downriver. They inhabitate on Isla Niebla."

"You mean Site C?" asked Bryan curiously.

"Of course," said Kenny, "sooner or later we'll have to take those dinosaurs back to Mr. Burns."

"A mission worth accomplishing," said Mark.

"I guess so," said Bryan.

The trio didn't even bother to look at the beautiful sight of the herbivores. All they wanted to find the creatures and get them back to the mainland as soon as possible for Norris Burns. They were obviously his spies who rented one of his boats. Kenny drove on past the coast downriver.

The hours passed and dusk was closing in.

"Are we there yet?" yawned Bryan, getting a little tired.

"Almost," said Kenny, "nightfall will be closing in soon. We better the boat lights on before the fog rolls in."

Sooner or later, nightfall did arrive. The lights were already on the boat. Mark and Bryan watched through the night. Kenny yawned as he drove the boat. He didn't look that closely to where he was going.

"Yo, Ken," called Mark, "where we at?"

Kenny wasn't listening. He was falling asleep.

"Ken," called Mark, "I said where we at?"

But Kenny was still falling asleep.

Bryan watched the nightlights leading down the river. He saw that it was leading to rocky ground. He was shocked, knowing that it would lead to trouble.

"KEN! LOOK OUT!" he shouted.

Kenny woke up but it was too late. The boat crashed onto land and the three men fell off the boat. The lights went out.

"Shit!" grunted Bryan.

"Goddamn it, Ken!" grunted Mark, "why the hell didn't you wake up in time?"

"Not my fault," he said, "I didn't intend for any of this to happen."

"Oh, yeah? You know what Mr. Burns finds out what you did to his boat, not only will he kill you but he'll kill all three of us."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, he'll hold all three of us responsible, stupid."

"Enough!" boomed Bryan, "you guys are both wasting time by arguing. Do we even have a plan?"

"Well, do we have any equipment?" asked Kenny.

"Of course. We have a radio, three flashlights and a bunch of trapping equipment. We'll be fine."

"What the hell are you saying?" said Mark, "no food? No water? No shelter whatsoever?"

"Shut up and stop complaining, Mark," said Kenny, "we can live just as well without any of it."

"No we can't, Ken. We're all gonna starve to death out here. Maybe even perish and die."

"Guys!" boomed Bryan, "try coming up with a plan already, would ya?"

"Fine then," said Kenny, "Bryan, here take the radio. Mark and I will keep in touch with you via satellite phone."

He handed him the radio, a flashlight and a net trap gun.

"Be careful out there, okay?" said Kenny.

"I will," said Bryan.

And he took off into the jungle.

"Now what the hell do we do?" said Mark.

"We walk around the island of course," said Kenny.

"Using our flashlights, right?"

"Well, duh. Now let's go before anything kills us."

"Oh, right away."

And the two of them walked through the fog with their flashlights.

Bryan walked his own way through the fog. It was very thick. At least the light kept him safe. Though mysterious shadows loomed around him. He was starting to wish his friends were still there.

"Bryan! Bryan!" called Kenny through the radio, "are you there?"

"Yes, Kenny. Do you copy?"

"Yes. What have you found so far?"

"Oh, nothing. Just mysterious shadows I guess."

"Of what?" said Mark.

"How would I know?" said Bryan, "all I said was that they were mysterious. I didn't say I knew what they were."

Mark sighed.

Bryan got closer and closer and pointed his flashlight to a mountain. He gasped in amazement.

"Have you found anything yet?" said Mark, getting impatient.

"Yes, I've found this interesting-looking mountain."

"What the hell does that have to do with this mission?"

"Shut up, Mark," said Kenny, "and let me talk to him."

Mark stayed completely silent afterwards.

"Bryan, how unique does this mountain look?" said Kenny.

"It's...it's huge..." stuttered Bryan.

"How huge?"

"Very."

Then he heard a stomping. He was startled. Kenny and Mark could hear it over the satellite phone.

"Bryan, what's that noise?" asked Kenny curiously.

Bryan didn't reply. He just stood still. Mark was getting impatient.

"Bryan! What the hell is that noise?"

Bryan stuttered in fear "it's a...it's a...it's a..."

But before he could report the mysterious shadow of the dinosaur, it noticed him and charged at him.

Kenny and Mark got worried.

"Bryan!" called Kenny, "BRYAN!"

But it was too late. The next thing they heard was a crunching sound and a buzzing over the satellite phone, implying Bryan's death.

"Shit!" grunted Mark, "I mean goddamn it! That bastard! Now what the hell do we do, Ken? What?"

"Mark, calm down," said Kenny.

"Calm down? Did you hear that thing? Bryan is dead!"

"Well, don't blame it out on me, alright? It's not my fault!"

"Not your fault? It was your idea for him to go out into the jungle by himself! Only god knows what could've ate him! Now what in god's name are we going to do?"

Kenny showed him the radio.

"We call for help of course. Maybe a call to Mr. Burns would be reasonable."

"Fine," sighed Mark, calming down a bit, "fine."

And Kenny dialed the number to Norris Burns.