This story is only a fanfiction and alternative universe of Jurassic World, therefore, I only own the US Marine Corps OCs and the additional villains. All rights go to Universal Pictures, Steven Spielberg, Kathleen Kennedy, the late Michael Crichton and Frank Marshall.

It has now been a month since that Ed Regis brought the patient named Manolo Dominguez to the hospital. Although his leg healed properly – the poor man died from the disease 20 days later. InGen even sent money and a pain letter to Manolo's family.

Roberta and the Navy personnel – including Doc Jackson Unger, and Lieutenant Timmy Murphy, and Ensign Jackie Nolan – were all thinking and waiting about what could happen on the island before Doc, Murphy, Nolan and their fellow sailors embark on the USS Bastogne for routine missions with the US 11th Fleet. All this while healing injured people.

They all trusted entirely Dr. Guitterez – as he helped them several times with diseases such as Malaria – Chikungunya – Ebola virus.

Then Carter's phone ringed. « I gotta call. » she said. « I replace you. » Unger said. She grabbed the object and answered to Guitterez. « Hello Marty ? », « Hi Bobby – how are you ? », « Fine – thanks. », « Is the guy Manolo here ? », « No. He's dead. Murphy's men put him in a body bag. », « Oh – that's bad. I call you for the results. Turn the loudspeaker on so our Navy friends will hear. ». Bobby did it as Murphy and Nolan ordered all their men to get over where they were – which they all did. « Hello Marty. » they all said. « Hello folks. Listen to this. The blood from the guy contained a mutated version of a normally benign bacteria named Echartalia Ecoli. », « What the fuck is that mutation ? », « A new disease guys. By the way – do you know what they feed their carnivores with, in Jurassic World ? », « No – but keep telling. », « Animal meals. », « That's currently making sense to all this shit. », « I'm going to tell the UNO to send in an inspector on this island. There's something really fishy about this. As well as warn the Pentagon. », « Thanks Marty. Bye. », « Bye folks. ».

Lighting their cigarettes up – the sailors and Roberta thought to themselves : 'We can strike Masrani and InGen where it hurts. One problem. ONE.'.