By the edge of the forest just behind the 'Coastal Creatures' exhibit – one of the only attractions that still houses its residents - the ACU works from a mobile command unit set up on the inside of an enormous land rover. Troops mobilize all around, loading weapons and heading off to their assigned position. Inside the land rover, Hoskins sits with a pair of head phones trying to coordinate everything.

"Go ahead, Sector 4," he says into his head set.

"Requesting escort to deal with a group of hostiles," a voice answers.

"Describe the hostiles," Hoskins says.

"Three individuals, about 6 meters each. Not responding to intimidation."

"Copy that," Hoskins says. He turns to one of the soldiers and says, "Sector 4 needs assistance, take 3 troops, use olfactory repellents." The soldier nods and grabs four bottles of what look like mace and heads out of the command unit.

Another solider passes by him and calls out to Hoskins. "Sir!" he calls out.

Hoskins turns in his chair to face him. "What is it, son?"

"We just got word from Sector 1, they've got a severe situation," he says, heading over to Hoskins and handing him a walk talkie.

"Hoskins, Over." he says.

"Sir, this is Lamari calling from Sector 1. There's been an attack sir. The new one, the-the big one. It destroyed one of the transport vans. Over."

Squeezing the walkie talkie, Hoskins curses to himself before answering. "Casualties? Over."

"11 sir. Including two young children and Mr. Masrani. Over."

"Dear God," Hoskins whispers. "Any sign of the hostile? Over."

"No sir. Over"

"Alright, hang tight, soldier. I'm sending an escort team, big guns this time. This won't happen again, I promise you, over."

Getting up from his chair, Hoskins shuffles out of the command unit and calls out. "Hamada!" When the ACU squad leader acknowledges him, Hoskins continues. "The I. rex just attacked one of the transport vehicles, they suffered heavy casualties. Take 15 men and set up an escort perimeter around sector 1. Take the biggest guns, I want armor piercing rounds and explosive units."

"Yes sir," Hamada says before going off to organize the squad.

At first, Hoskins turns to go back to his post, but he stops about mid way. His mind starts considering a number of gruesome possibilities. What if shows up somewhere else? What if these weapons still aren't enough? What if it attacks again before we get there? As he thinks, the only thing that's clear to him is that the Indominus has to go. Their weapons should be enough to take her down, the only trouble is finding her. She can camouflage herself perfectly from sight, alter her body temperature to evade thermal detection, and use high frequency sound waves to interfere with sonar.

Instead of going back to his post, Hoskins goes around the command unit, away from the other ACU troops. He stands by one of the Coastal Creatures pens, its lone occupant being a lizard-like creature with a ludicrously long neck, about 15 feet long in total. Making sure there's no one within earshot, Hoskins takes out his cellphone and dials Dr. Wu. When no one answers, Hoskins resists the temptation to throw his cell phone into the exhibit beside hm.

But just a few minutes later, Wu calls back. "Sorry, had to get away from the control staff."

"listen to me Wu," Hoskins says forcefully, "The I. rex just took out a transport van with two children and Mr. Masrani in it."

"I know," Wu says quietly. "We just got word."

"Then you know we have to do something about it. She could come back at anytime, anywhere on the island. You have to tell me how I can track this thing down, how I can find it."

"How would I know that?" Wu asks, almost dumbfounded.

"You made the goddamn thing!" Hoskins hisses, "You've got to have some idea of how to find it!"

"Do I look like a tracker to you?" Wu asks rhetorically. 'I don't know the first thing about finding an animal out in the wild."

"Well, I'm not going to sit around on my ass and wait for this thing to strike again!" Hoskins says. "So you're going to tell me – how the hell do I find this thing?"

"I believe it was your suggestion to give her such excellent camouflage abilities," Wu says. "Did you specifically ask me if it was possible to breed a creature that could hide from advanced military technology?"

"Don't you fucking dare!" Hoskins says, spitting into the mouth piece. "I'm out here risking my life, along the with the lives of everyone else on this island. Do you fucking dare give me lip, you son of a bitch!"

"Sorry," Wu says sullenly. "But it's a fact. We bred this thing to be good at hiding itself. So unless you've got a blood hound, I don't know what to tell you."

Hoskins is about to curse Wu out for giving him more sass, but his words trigger something inside his memory. Disparate pieces begin coming together in Hoskins head. When they finish, he simply hangs up the phone and heads over to the rest ACU.

He points to one of the men sitting at the computers inside. "Hey!" he calls out to the man.

The man turns around and replies, "Yes sir."

"One of the transports is being driven by a man named Barry Colbert. Find him and contact him, tell him to report to the raptor pen asap."