Chapter 1

Tom always loved dinosaurs. The idea that huge creatures once ruled the earth just fascinated him. The works of people such as Grant and Bakker made him love them even more, and would eventually help determine his career path. He even wrote his own book, Jurassic Skies, detailing how each known flying dinosaur probably looked, acted, and even sounded like. But that was a long time ago. Now he mostly volunteers at the nearest dig site and lectures from time to time. And he thinks. Lots of thinking. In fact, he's doing just that when he hears the doorbell ring.

He gets up from his chair and opens the door. There he sees a slightly overweight man whose hair is speckled with tufts of white. The man speaks:

"Dr. Allainter, I presume."

"And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"Howard. Mason Howard," the man replies. May I come in?"

"Sure. Fix yourself a drink. I haven't had visitors in a while." When both men have gotten settled, Tom asks,

"So, Mr. Howard, what purpose do you have of visiting my humble abode?'

"Well, Dr. Allainter, I represent a company by the name of InGen, a company which has unfortunately the entirely wrong sort of reputation over the last decade. As you problably know, the Jurassic Park project was cancelled about twelve years ago due to an… incident that occurred on Isla Nublar. As such, all testing sites were also shut down."

"Testing sites?"
"Ah, yes. You wouldn't know. You see, InGen had many testing sites where we'd first create the dinosaurs, the most prominent of which being located on Isla Demonios. Once approved, all specimens and embryos would be moved to Isla Sorna for breeding and eventually to Nublar as part of the park. Anyway, when the park was shut down, all production stopped. After all, you can't go around making attractions for a theme park that doesn't exist, can you?" He chuckles to himself. A question that's been weighing heavily on Tom's mind comes out.

"What does any of this have to do with me?

"I was just about to get to that. When we left Isla Demonios, we left all the embryos on the island. If anyone finds those embryos, I'm afraid they'll make the same mistakes we did. InGen's prepared a mission to retrieve them so they can be properly and safely contained."

"Ohh no! I see where this is going! You want me on that mission! Well my answer is NO!"

"We tried getting Alan Grant, but he hung up on me as soon as I said InGen—"

"As he should have! You talk of preventing mistakes, yet you keep making the biggest one of all!"

"Calm down! I wasn't through yet! If you go through with this, we're willing to pay you $50,000 a year for the next 30 years. I don't think volunteering at dig sites and giving the occasional lecture is a very steady stream of revenue. Do you?" Tom glares at the man. Then he sighs.

"I'll do it. But only to keep anyone from making more of those goddamned monsters."