Gebel Al-Dist, Bahariya Oaisis, Egypt. The Bahariya Formation.

Sand spat upward from the western desert of Egypt as thick, black wheels scraped the flesh of the Earth on its journey under the harsh light of day.

The jeep wrangled its way through the desert with ease, careless of the sand dusted off the shelf the Earth as it reached a large conical formation and brought itself to a sudden halt. The passenger door opened after an abrupt stop.

She had waited for word back on the mission at Isla Sorna, the woman that watched the jeep approach from almost atop of the formation. She turned toward three others, all on their hands and knees before a protrusion in the rock, discolored against the bleak, golden shade of sand that surrounded them like an endless sea.

The figure of a person, melted in the heat to her eyes until he drew closer, made an ascent toward them. When he saw her, he tried not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but all the same, saw her, even without looking. She made the descent to meet him, this man she saw dressed in a white shirt and light green khaki shorts, face barely shaded under an off-white Sombriolet hat. A nervous smile curved around her face with recognition and heat. When she shaded her eyes with the faint protection of her hand, she was able to see him better, but now the small figure of the jeep looked lonely against the vast expanse of the desert.

When they met at the checkpoint between distances, he reached out and took her hand in greeting. After that, she shades her eyes and looked at him as though he should be two men, not one.

"Hello, Eddy!" She said with a thin smile. "What's this I hear from the airport? Ethan's not with you?"

"My apologies." Edward returned.

"Audey, look!" A voice from the team at the site called down to her.

"Come, I'll show you what we're working on. Ethan should be here, he'd like this. He must be getting a lot of research done on the island. Personally, I like to stick to the bones. They don't bite." She said and traced the rock and sand tracks back up to the dig site.

Edward took his hand in his hands, traced around the curve, nervous. She turned away from him and was on the move. He followed as quick as he could behind her.

"Well," his voice quickly dissipated into the desert air.

"Wow!" She remarked when she reached the site.

The team moved their bodies apart to reveal the find. A few protrusions in the rock had to be brushed and carved carefully to reveal what it could be, but once they had traced its length something emerged that was more than a mere abnormality in the stone.

It was a skull.

"We haven't uncovered the whole thing, so we're not sure how long, but if you look here, you can see where the eye was and down, here, brush that off," a young team member wiped away the sand to reveal a small row of sharp teeth that seemed embedded into the Earth, taking its last bite.

"What is it?" Edward asked.

Audey turned to him with a wide grin, and turned back toward the fossil find, her finger pointed out along the rock to show where they had slowly begun to unearth a series of bones, all which seemed scattered; dissonant, until they were able to trace it back to the head of the animal.

"Spinosaurus aegyptiacus." She answered.

"Something went wrong with the mission, Audey." His revelation ruined their moment.

It was hard to believe the desert was part of the Earth when the night fell and the reflection of the sun faded away from the skin of the planet, like the water that evaporates before it could be tasted. It was also cool, more so than they could believe when the sun brought such immense heat to the land. Civilization wasn't too far from them, but their tents made for good substitutes in the western desert. Beyond it, small solar lights illuminated a path toward the dig site, energized by the fury of the sign earlier in the day.

Despite the desire for the cool shade of night, the team were curved around a synthetic torch to light their faces, and give them enough sight to reach their tents without stepping on a scorpion, or themselves.

The team, huddled and murmuring were minus one and could hear the low audible discourse of Audey and Edward in one of the four tents.

Her eyes crossed the canvas that fell around them like thin walls until she found his eyes in the dim light of the lamp on the ground by her bedroll.

"Go over it again." She insisted.

"Mark and Perez reached the rendezvous point in near Dominicalito. Mark was visibly shaken, hardly able to really describe what had happened, but Perez mentioned that only Ethan and Mark had jumped out of the jungle like wild men, so he says. Mark made it to the boat, but he had to leave, and started for the coast when he saw a large creature, one of the animals break through the tree line. He said there is a reason they call them the islands of death and that we tempted fate and it came down on us, with the gnashing of teeth."

"Why didn't they go back?" She pondered.

"They were frightened. I don't know what happened to spark the attack, but John and Edward are still on that island. Dead, probably, but I'm not certain. The mission is over, Audey, they want to pull out before anything else happens." Edward's words may have sunk into her heart, but she tried not to let it break her hopes.

"I understand, but if Ethan's alive, then he's still there and there's a chance he's alive. I need to get him back, Eddy." Her eyes burned his with resolve. He could see the roadmap in her eyes that played out before her mind of what needed to be done.

"I advise we deal with this situation now." He pressed her for an immediate plan. One, she could tell in his eyes, that didn't include him joining her.

"I can't do this on my own." She realized.

"If we could get some experts that have dealt with these animals before, maybe you can build a team to investigate the incident on the island safely?" His words tried to make sense of themselves near the end, his emphasis on the last word fell on deaf ears for safe was not something heard of on Isla Sorna.

"Good idea, Eddy. I know just who can help us." She smiled when he asked for a name.

"Who do we ask first?"

"A digger." her eyes crossed to a necklace that dangled from one of the support poles that held the canvas tent up. It was an oval shaped piece of amber, and shown in the dim light, a tiny prehistoric scorpion suspended in the stone, its likeness and death preserved for eternity.