Thinking that Dearing's jeep was following them, Hoskins and the surviving mercenaries were driving straight west, intending to flee the achillobators' paddock.
Just before Dearing went in the holding building, Hoskins had been contacted by radio by Torres, then in the Merlin and returning to the mainland, and learned about the Guard's insurgency. If they were fleeing, it wasn't because of the dinosaurs but of the insurgents, fearing that they would come to the camp. They were driving fast towards the Reserve in the hope of not crossing any of them on one of the roads that led to sector one and Burroughs.
Hoskins noticed that Dearing's jeep was not behind them and that the former park director and intern were still at the paddock.
At the time, he didn't cared about their fate and even considered this situation as beneficial since no one would have known in which direction the InGen Security hummer went.
He grabbed his phone, dialled a number, and once his interlocutor was the other end of the line, he exposed the situation:
"Susan. The situation is spinning out of control here! The achillobators attacked us by surprise, the neoraptors and the proceratosaurs joined the I. rex, and there is a Grey Guard insurgency! Torres and Wu have almost been captured!"
"A Grey Guard insurgency? What the hell are you saying?" Lynton said, surprised.
"Don't act like if you were surprised, Susan, you're accountable for this!" Hoskins accused her. "It was you who, without informing me and my consent, ordered the Slayers to go to Nublar and send the Indominus on the guards. And while you're sitting comfortably and safe at the headquarters, my men and I are in danger of death! I warned you earlier that you made a mistake that could jeopardize our whole operation."
"And you did nothing to prevent the guards from talking to Dearing's nephews!" She retorted violently. "I thought that you agreed that, in the event that the I. rex would escape and sow chaos, we take the opportunity to collect data about it in order to make a file for potential buyers, to limit the damage. It would have attacked the guards sooner or later. We just..."
"Gave it a little encouragement? Stabbing allies in the back is never a good solution!"
"Allies?" The Vice President of InGen repeated with disdain. "The Grey Guard has been nothing but a thorn in our foot. Everything but allies! A nuisance at best... All because Masrani signed these damn San José agreements! The guards want war? They shall have it! InGen is in great danger, Vic. As vice-president, my duty is to act to save the company and that leads me to make pragmatic decisions, like sacrificing the lives of a few foreign soldiers..."
"There were also American citizens among those the I. rex had killed and the Slayers murdered! Their blood is on your hands!"
"One cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs," Lynton retorted. "You are really an ungrateful bastard, Vic. Is this how you thank me for supporting you in your steps and promoting your little project to some of my friends in the military-industrial complex and the government? And since when you are worrying about the fact that the I. rex made victims? It's its fucking purpose! We both asked Wu to design it like this... If you have a sudden fit of conscience, it's too late my dear. You knew the ins and outs of the project since the beginning!"
The hummer arrived at the gate of the Reserve. The mercenary seated next to the driver got out to open and let the vehicle pass before closing behind them by doing nothing else than sliding the gate.
When he seated again, they left.
"Its great intelligence and the fact that it can command other species after learning their way of communicating might seem frightening but I see an opportunity in this," she said. "Grady stated that its aggressiveness was due to its isolation. Let's fix this. Imagine that we bred another but that instead of growing up alone in a cage and seeing humans only during feedings, we subject it to prolonged contact, day and night, like it has been done with young apes and their keepers and even between Grady and the achillobators. If we can instil to this another Indominus that we are good for it, that we don't want to harm it and that in return it doesn't harm us, or if we could even teach it sign language... It could act as an intermediary between us and the lesser predatory dinosaurs it would have submitted. Who controls it, controls them as well... A natural predatory instinct, a rapid growth, no social claims, no wages, no family to yearn for, no human feelings holding them back... Ideal troops. We shall sell them to anyone who would pay the asking price."
"Anyone? Even terrorists or enemies of our country? Governments that wants to crush peaceful protests?" Hoskins asked in an insistent tone.
"We are a private company, Vic. History has shown many times that when it's about money, people tend to doesn't care about patriotism or humanism."
"This is going too far... I will surrender to the guards and explain everything to them, even if they risk to lynch me!" Hoskins challenged her. "And I would inform or have someone inform the United Nations' Security Council as well as Masrani."
"The Security Council?" Lynton sneered. "You won't do anything, Vic!" She ordered. "If you're stupid enough to let yourself being lynched, that's your own problem but you know too much! If you reveal anything, I would send someone pay a courtesy call to your beloved daughter, preferably one of the Slayers if they manage to return to the mainland. There are some outstanding specimens among them, real human animals..."
Hoskins paled at this threat.
"Do not touch her..."
"Then shut your mouth and nothing will happen to her! But at the slightest fart from yours, I shall have you thrown to the dinosaurs hands and feet tied together or in the Pacific from a chopper. With all these loose animals, one could blame bad luck and it will be up to your daughter to pay for your screw-ups... It would be such a shame to get rid of you, after all these years of good and loyal services. You are warned!"
Lynton hung up and Hoskins put his cell phone back in his pocket. The driver briefly looked at him, as if to ask the direction to take:
"Go west, to the Safari Village."
The driver nodded and turned right at the next junction.
