While the guards deployed themselves along the Rio Iris, one of the technicians in the control room was having a look on the palace's CCTV footage when he saw the visitors getting suddenly agitated.

"What's going on?" He wondered aloud.

He saw a number of them go to the nearby employees to talk to them with a rather tense attitude and that many others were staring at their phones.

"Guys?" One of his colleagues said. "I think I know why. Look at the Twitter feed."

He displayed said feed on the big screen and a succession of tweets appeared, all featuring a hashtag related to the disaster but they were so many that the oldest tweets were pushed down at such a fast pace that one couldn't take the time to read them.

"What a mess!" Grady noted.

"It reminds me that countless messages must had been sent on my account," Dearing said. "I don't want to log in at all."

They soon noticed that many tweets shared that same video.

The technician who was connected to Twitter on his station stopped on one of those tweets and the video played automatically.

They first saw the canopy of the jungle from the sky and on which was casted the shadow of a hot air balloon, one of those that had skimmed the skies of the island until the evacuation of the Reserve.
The latter passed over several openings between the crowns and in the middle of one of them, one could see a more than familiar large white form moving fast enough.
Following its move, the camera ended up shooting clearly the Indominus when the latter passed under the balloon and judging by the camera's jerky movements, the one who had filmed had been very impressed by this sight.
They looked at the number of views and saw that the video had already been viewed several thousand times.

"Where does the leak come from?" Dearing asked.

"I'm on it. It seems that it is from the 18+ board of Videogames. com " One of the technicians told her.

"VGC? They leaked exam subjects a few years ago. I guess that they got to the next level," Cruthers said.

Once they were on said forum, the list of topics was displayed:

Topic...Author

[OFFICIAL] Eruption of Mount Sibo and fall of Jurassic World...TitanicRappingDog
[BLACK ALERT] An unknown giant carnivore is loose on Isla Nublar...Marauder Shields
[RED ALERT] The USA are going to bomb Isla Nublar!...Harambe did nothing wrong
[RED ALERT] The leader of the insurgents on Nublar is a former war criminal...Biglipped Alligator
[WW3 ALERT] Russia supports the Grey Guard insurgents on Nublar...Cat's prick
Compilation of politicians reactions to the disaster on Nublar...DougWhiteWalker
Other hermanos stuck on Isla Nublar?...Ricecake
Leia in SW8… *chuckle*...Argonian Housemaid
[RISITAS] My job at Jurassic World...Vermithrax
Ian Malcolm, what an AW!...BatCreditCard
The park director of Jurassic World, a 9/10...Mr Wednesday
I survived the pterosaurs' attack at Jurassic World. Questions?...AnanasQuenelle
The next God of War *drool*...Bobby B
My dad, that hick, humiliated me at Jurassic World...Fry's condom
The Wirral65 case, let's talk about it...Rastapopoulos
My unexpected loss of virginity in an hotel cellar at Jurassic World...HumidScum
My ananas quenelle recipe infuriates my relatives...Emilia Clarke's eyebrows

They thus saw the topic where the link to the video had been shared for the first time and they consulted out of curiosity the disaster's official topic.

After news of a serious incident in the park had reached the internet in the early afternoon, users had begun to write sentences like "First Fence", "First Dinosaur", "First Death" while others had posted a sticker that depicted some character panicking and screaming "It's going to blow up" against a red background, referring to the rumours about the Sibo's awakening.
They were immediately replied, not without irony, with another sticker, on which one could read " 'herewillbenothin' ", then, very shortly after the earthquake had devastated the park, a series of " 'hereissomethin' " stickers appeared, followed by others titled "Volcanic purification" and depicting an erupting volcano.

Dearing was flabbergasted to see further in the topic that some smart alecs had already had fun in making photomontages of which she was the subject.
In one of them, she was holding a discount beer in her hand and was wearing some hick cap on which the word Welfare was written, while in another, she wore a prisoner outfit and was behind bars.

Seeing this depiction of her and thinking back to the words of the board members, anxiety rose within her and she felt a headache, induced by stress and fatigue.

"Claire, have some rest," Cruthers advised her, seeing that she had a hand on her forehead. "You're going to drop on the spot at this rate."

"We can handle this," Krill assured her.

Dearing thought that their devotion was admirable.

The technicians had organized themselves so that while some work, the others rest and relieve their colleagues a few hours later, but even by proceeding in this manner and keeping themselves awake with a lot of energy drinks and sugar-rich food, she thought that many of them had to be exhausted and wondered how long they would still be able to hold on.

She nodded in gratitude and headed for her office.

Grady and Sembène did the same and also went in one of the break room, the one where Dearing's nephews had stayed before the insurgency.
The television was still on, but the sound had been lowered to not disturb those who were sleeping at the other end of the room, and those who wanted to watch the news had moved closer to the screen that was broadcasting footage of a sailing cruiser and soldiers gathering in a military base.
The two keepers paid no attention to the latter, wishing above all to sleep a little, missing like most people on the island the information of high importance given by the anchorman about Brunet:

"Gilbert Brunet, also known as Jean Schütz by the CIA and the DGSE, France's external intelligence agency, for his... in Congo and Rwanda as well as those he did when he was in the service of... dafi regime in Libya. He is a ve.. dang... ind..."

More and more halting, the signal ended up being interrupted and at the same time in the control room, as the technicians wanted to go back to Twitter in order to be informed of decisions made outside the island by the authorities, they saw the page display an error message and that the modem at the back of the room blinked red: They were no longer receiving internet data.
The latter were sent to the island by satellite and with the eruption rejecting such large quantities of particles in the atmosphere that they prevented the signal reception by the satellite dish, the technicians began to worry about the other means of communication with the mainland that were the telephone and the radio waves and they hastened to check their condition.

"The phone no longer work either. It's the satellite signal. It is disturbed by the ash cloud."

"And the radio? Is one of you trying to contact someone outside the island?"

Harriman had tackled that task but despite his efforts, the radio made only statics that covered the voices.

"I'm getting nothing but Klingon now," he said. "I fear that we are cut off from the rest of the world."

"Can we still communicate with the palace or the terminal?"

He hastened to change the frequency and when one of the J-SEC officers at the ferry terminal answered his call, they were relieved.

While Harriman informed the officer about the situation with the communications, someone exclaimed:

"After plague, cholera, typhus and leprosy, we have an AIDS epidemic now! The palace is on the break of rioting!"

Among the evacuees, a certain number were getting agitated and some were even confronting the J-SEC officers.

"Where is the park director? She must answer for that!"

"Let's give her to the beast!" Another shouted.

"Shouldn't we warn Claire? I think that they are ready to chain her and offer her as a sacrifice, Princess Andromeda style. If it's not that, she's going to end up like Marie Antoinette."

"Yeah, let's get ready, just in case," Cruthers said. "If an angry crowd goes up the road that lead to here, we must put her in a vehicle and drive to the deepest parts of the High Marsh or the caves near the site of the old Tun-Si village."

Desiring to swell their ranks, the agitators tried to rally more people to their cause, visitors and employees alike, to force the J-SEC and police cordon.

"Calm down! You're scaring everyone!" A woman begged them.

Suddenly, there was another earthquake. At first, the technicians thought that it was another aftershock but the tremor was so strong that the walls and furniture vibrated before panels started to fall from the ceiling, forcing them to take cover under the working stations.

Although it was less strong than the one that had just preceded the eruption, being of a magnitude slightly superior to six, and much shorter, only nine seconds long, it nevertheless caused damage throughout the city, more notably in the Discovery Center and the Ferry Terminal.

At the palace, people panicked and many of them took advantage of the fact that the security forces were confused and overwhelmed to rush to the exits.

Once it was over, the same technician that had told Dearing about the power lines quickly got up to look at his screen and saw his fear come true.
The majority of the power lines were red and the orange ones turned red one after the other.

"Uh oh. It's going to be dark!" He warned his colleagues.

"Shut up," Harriman told him, "don't tell me that..."

The power suddenly stopped, turning off the screens, the computers and not only the room's lights but also those of the nearby rooms and hallways.
The whole administration and the entirety of Burroughs were plunged into total darkness.

"Well, we're screwed!" Harriman declared.

In the immediate vicinity of the palace, those who had gone outside ended up being surrounded by darkness and rushing to the palace to help the J-SEC and the police stop the unrest, members of the Unidad Especial de Intervencion (*) stumbled on them and brought them back inside the hotel, where employees had made sure to lit as many candles and candelabrums as possible as soon as the rumours about the condition of the power lines had reached the officers there.

Gradually deprived of their technologies' benefits, the men on Nublar felt vulnerable more than ever and then prayed for this long night to end soon.


(*) A Costa Rican elite commando force. Part of the Intelligence and Security Directorate (DIS), it is organized along military lines, although officially a civilian police unit, as Costa Rica has no army since the end of the 1948 civil war. Abbreviation: UEI.