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Victor "Vic" Hoskins was known throughout InGen Security as "The Vulture", because just like a vulture in the wild, he was always around for the spoils, but never there at the kill. While it remains a fact till this day that he has led InGen Security to great heights ever since the Clean Up after 2001, but secretly, everybody hates him. He's pushy, he's ruthless, he's vile. Even his favorites in the company and team questioned his actions and leadership behind his back.
It is no wonder why people were secretly happy that he didn't make through the Isla Nublar incident of '15.
But that didn't last long because they forgot, he had a son.
Vincent "Vince" Hoskins is every bit like his father, he even looked similar, but more young and toned. Once in a while he would show up at his father's workplace, and Vic would parade his top of the Dean's list son around the company. Vincent would merely say "hello" to his father's subordinates, but dial up the enthusiasm in the presence of superiors. He would smile and laugh at corporate jokes, throw a little flattery to the ladies and present himself as a perfect candidate for almost any position within Masrani Corporation.
Masrani himself thought Vince Hoskins was a good kid, but something in his eye just doesn't sit right. He thought probably he grew up in a broken family, and there's still hope for the kid while he's still young. He gave him a position within Masrani Energy, appointed a close friend of his as the kid's mentor, hoping the distance away from his father would set him in the right direction. For a while the plan seemed to work, or so Masrani thought.
The death of both his father and Masrani was a game changer. Vince Hoskins took the chance and applied for a transfer to InGen Security, citing grief and determination to fulfill his late father's vision and plans for InGen Security.
"I ask of you, my dear board of directors, to give me a chance, to give my father's vision a chance. To give the world, a new hope."
Vincent Hoskins stood at the head of the large conference table, and took a deep breath. The board of directors watch him intently. While they all have one focus, to keep the company's best interests at heart, all they saw now, is a young boy who had just lost his father.
"War has been an integral part of human history. From ancient tribes who fought for survival needs, throughout history, for territory and defense." Hoskins fought back a choke and recovered quickly. "We are now in the age of technology, of surveillance where we can look for where our troops are, find our way when we are lost, or easily find out what my cheating girlfriend is saying behind my back."
The board chuckled softly. He knew he got them.
"We have space programs, rockets that go far into the unknown. We have tanks, air force, navy, and satellites all over the world. Many countries have nuclear programs, originally started as a defense, a statement to others who have intentions to invade. But nobody has used theirs yet, and with more and more countries developing their own nuclear projects, it became obsolete. Everyone knew that nuclear weapons have a domino effect. One starts using it, everyone else follows, and there goes our world."
The director in the brown suit shifted uneasily.
"It is a good technology, don't get me wrong, and many have adapted it for energy sources, which is a dire crisis our world face today." Hoskins continued quickly. "But from a military and defense standpoint, it is a failure."
The room took a deep breath. Nuclear a failure? That's a bold statement.
"We have nuclear projects all over the world." Brown suit said disapprovingly.
"Yes we do." Hoskins turned to address the director. "At Masrani Energy, our nuclear projects are all tremendously successful, from an energy standpoint, and deterring enemies of our countries from attacking us. But what use is it to have a weapon nobody will use without catastrophic consequences worldwide, that put our lives, the very creators of this technology at stake? How soon will our enemies realize, that even with an eminent threat at our doorsteps, we cannot turn our nuclear projects into response weapons?"
He paced the room, and stopped at the head of the table. Dropping his voice low, he looked ahead.
"How soon will it be, when our enemies develop more sophistated weapons, and made advancement in technology to the point where we will struggle to keep up if we don't take action to innovate now?"
The directors shifted in their seats.
"What happens then, when they breach our security measures, or invade us or from within our own sanctuary?" Hoskins raised his voice a little, injecting his words with worry and anxiety, something he is exceptionally good at.
"What will become of the world, when our defense crumble at the feet of enemies, of terrorists, of men who have complete disregard for the beauty that is life?" He said with a hint of despair. "These, are the questions that plagued my father's mind every day."
"My father, in return for the recognition that you have given him all these years, took it upon himself to always be at the forefront of ideas and creation." Hoskins mellowed his voice, as if recalling a distant memory that brought joy and comfort. "I remember he would say to me, 'War is inevitable son, but the best weapon we have is not technology. No.'"
He looked at the board. He first piqued their interest.
"It's creativity."
Now he has their full attention.
"Whoever in the world today, can innovate, create things that nobody has thought possible, has the upper hand." He now smiled, his voice full of hope. "For he now possess, as the age saying goes, the element of surprise. And my dear directors, it is in this age old saying that we have the solution to our military limitations."
Hoskins is a good showman, a trait he learnt from watching his father. But in truth, he despised him. Vic Hoskins was a man of vision, but lacked the ambition to follow through. Vince was eager to prove that he is in every way better than his father. After all, he took after his mother, who hated Vic just as much. At a young age he was blessed with many mentors at school, who taught him both good and bad things. Some professors would encourage him to pursue his dreams, others taught him the unforgiving world of business and reality. He was a smart kid, and with all the influences that he was exposed to, he chose the simplest one.
To out-do his father. Not to get his approval, or his mother's, but simply because he was tired of being called "Vic Hoskins' son".
As he stared at the man who stood largely in the way of his father two years ago, on the Integrated Behavioral Raptor Intelligence, he is now convinced that while his father hired the right person, he just didn't have the right argument to persuade him.
The man caught his gaze. Vince merely smiled and walked away, out into the sun in the San Diego Zoo.
It would be a very interesting conversation, he thought.
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