Night had fallen over across the island, distant, soft, calls of dinosaurs could be heard throughout the island. Frogs croaked out throughout the night, nothing but a blissful silence fell over the island called Isla Sorna. Nothing except the whacking of a knife against a desk from within a large camp inside a deep green and large tarp tent. Lights placed within the camp for visibility, workers within the camp frantically talking to each other as they looked towards the tent anxiously.
"What do you mean you lost it?" A voice with a thick southern accent shouted from within the tent, causing the workers outside to wince a bit in fear. They knew no one wanted to be on his bad side. The voice from inside the tent belonged to a man with shaggy blonde hair, and a large scar across his nose. This man was known as Colton, a cold hearted man who was put in charge as the leader of this project InGen assigned.
He held a black satellite phone in his calloused hands, an irritated expression on his face sweaty face. His feet propped up on the desk as he leaned back in his chair, the small, dingy, fan hit his face with a blast of air as it passed him. Next to the fan was a small knife with what appeared to be rust colored blood over the handle. He glared at his right hand man that was in the corner of the tent, tossing a mango into the air and catching it, a smirk drug across his face.
Colton sat up groaning into the device as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration at the news he was receiving. The plan had gone rotten, he knew it would've but he still had some doubt that it would work out somehow. The man in the corner of the tent, sitting on a barrel and peeling parts of mango with a large knife, silently chuckled at his bosses agitation. Colton was always known to blow his top at whatever put him in a bad mood, but he never feared him like the other workers only because he knew that his boss was afraid of him. "Whatever!" He violently pressed the red button on the phone to disconnect before throwing it across the desk.
This sent the man on the other side of the room in hysterics, causing Colton to glare at him with his arms crossed, face red with anger. "Somethin' funny to you, Miles?" He questioned the man as he continued to laugh at his misery. Miles was never one that he would challenge but it didn't mean he could assure him that he was still in charge, he was indeed the brains of the operation. Well, of what little brains they had. Miles took one last bite out of the juicy, mango before hopping down off of the barrel, stabbing his large knife into it. "Was that Hunter?" He asked, a devilish smirk appearing on his face as he sauntered towards his boss.
Colton rolled his eyes and huffed out a large, exasperated sigh as he tossed his head back in anger. He knew Miles was going to laugh and say "I told you so" at his misery. Miles and Colton knew Hunter was the one apt for the job but he was the only one Jurassic World wouldn't seem too unsuited. Colton sighed in frustration before looking over to Miles again. "Yes and he lost the raptors nest. I don't know how we're gonna get those raptors over here now." Colton glowered, biting the tip of his dirty thumbnail off.
Miles wanted to relish in the moment, his boss was wrong to send in Hunter instead of him and now he's getting the whiplash of it but, Miles wasn't going to straight up brag about how he was right. No, he was going to brag about it later. "I still don't understand why we need all of those animals when we have them all here." Miles complained, leaning up against the desk that Colton perched himself behind.
Colton scoffed silently at him, Miles was big and dumb, he'd explained why a dozen times over to him. It had become a repetitive and irritating affair. "Because we need that damned blue raptor and she's hanging out with them. She's smart and loyal, we need her to help show the others how to act." Colton hissed under his breath picking up his knife and stabbing it back down on the desk. He tried to shorten the explanation every time so he wouldn't get a headache with Miles.
"Why?" Colton asked, sending Colton's anger through the roof. Why was everything a damn question with him? Colton stabbed the desk even harder now to help release some of his irritation. "The damn overgrown blue lizard was part of Owen Grady's little side show act but it was smart enough to understand commands and its the only surviving member of the pack. We have to bring her here to make the others understand, she needs to demonstrate, to teach them-"
"And what makes you think a velociraptor can teach and not a handler?"
"Because Grady and Beaumont don't want these animals to be weaponized, InGen says otherwise. Now I'm going to listen to the people who pay us big bucks to retrieve these animals instead of the hippies over on that island. Unless you want to train the raptors."
"No, but I thought McNally was learning that."
"She says they're not making that much progress, maybe this batch isn't as smart as Grady's old one."
Miles grumbled something under his breath about how he should've gone as he picked up the knife Colton had been playing with, throwing it directly at the barrel he had been sitting on. It lodged itself deep within the wooden confines of the barrel. This threatening demeanor made Colton on edge, he didn't want Miles to go on a rampage over failed progress. It wasn't even his headache to begin with.
"Maybe it has to do with Grady's age or behavior." Miles suggesting, sounding satisfied, shrugging his shoulders. Colton stopped rolling his eyes midway, leaning up a bit at this, taking his feet off the desk. That was new, Miles actually said something intellectual and useful but, then again Miles was also part of the elite staff at InGen security so he had to have some smarts.
Colton was eager to hear this, he perked up an eyebrow in interest. "What do you mean?" He wondered, leaning forward and rubbing his palms together in interest. "I mean animals can pick up on certain behaviors of people. Maybe something is distracting him." Miles lips turned up in a coy smile as he crossed the room towards his barrel and retrieved the two knives. "Something distracting him? Like what?" Colton was now leaning into the anticipation that Miles had suspended him in more. Miles darkly chuckled as he stepped towards a metal filing cabinet, pulling out several drawers looking for his explanation.
Colton watched in question as Miles skimmed his fingers in the messy filing cabinet, they had always tossed stuff in there instead of neatly putting them in like the intended use for it. Miles opened up an envelope from the bottom of the drawer, opening it up hastily. "Aha." Miles whispered out as he tossed the envelope away, clasping onto a sheet in his hands.
He studied it for a bit then whistled once in admiration before sauntering back over to Colton's desk in a matter of factly fashion. Colton seemed a bit estranged by Miles motions, he didn't know whether to be worried or open to his idea, one way or the other he was very questionable about this. Miles slammed down the piece of paper in front of Colton, smiling maliciously while doing so. Colton took the picture in his hands, laughing coldly.
"And who exactly am I looking at?" Colton stared at the blonde haired girl smiling warmly in the picture with her park uniform on with a bored yet quizzical expression on his face. "Dr. Emma Grant. Grady's pregnant girlfriend. She's also Dr. Alan Grant's daughter and an esteemed rookie paleontologist." Miles recited the information to his boss as he watched Colton take in the picture. Esteemed, that was a big word for Miles.
"She's not too bad, good for Grady." Colton remarked before Miles snatched the picture out of his hands leaving Colton feeling insulted somehow. Colton furrowed his brow at his right hand man as he watched him coyly walk away with the picture clasped in his hands. "I wonder what he would do for her." Miles taunted, setting the picture up around the metal edge of the barrel before looking back to his quizzical boss with a smug smirk on his face.
Colton's face twisted when he heard Miles say that. The woman was having a child, Colton may have been cold hearted but not as cold as to do something to a woman and child. "Are you implying that we kidnap a pregnant woman?" Colton sounded disgusted, even that was a low for him. What a stupid idea. Miles wiped his face of sweat before sticking his hands out to his sides in suggestion. "We have to get Grady somehow, if that raptor can't teach the others." Miles said walking back to the desk and leaning on it, glaring at the picture on the barrel and sizing it up.
Colton raised his eyebrows at the realization, even though Miles was stupid and obviously nuts now he had a good point. He would rather have Grady teach the raptors over another raptor train the others. "That's crazy...but, it'd work." Colton whispered to himself before grabbing the radio that was placed on the right hand side of the desk near the fan. "Someone call Hunter or Vivian. Tell them we need Emma Grant to come to Isla Sorna." Colton said in a cold tone into the walkie talkie before setting it down with a small smile threatening to appear on his face as Miles threw the knife at the picture.
"Don't bother." Miles warned him from across the way. "Family day is tomorrow. I'll be headed over there. Vivian and Hunter have already messed up enough. I'm going in. Besides no one will expect it's me." Miles informed Colton who blatantly shrugged his shoulders. "Cancel that." He quickly spoke into the radio before smiling to himself. Finally they were making some progress. Miles chuckled darkly at his boss before returning his gaze at the picture, winding up a hand with a knife in it, and launching at it. A direct bullseye in the forehead.