In the wake of the June 13th, 1993 incident on Isla Nublar, InGen has ordered for a seizure of all documents deemed "sensitive". Apparently, journals and diaries were deemed such too. We really kicked the hornet's nest, Lewis. Pray they don't find out it was us. Included are several diary excerpts kept by Isla Nublar employees. If our Isla Sorna operation goes belly-up, maybe you can use these to persuade Mascom.

-Phoenix Rhodes

"Deadly Flowers"

Name: Joshua O'Keefe

Date: July 15th, 1992

There used to be three of us. The "Squeegee" team as we were known by the other employees. Three corpses in riot gear, complete with visors, looking like the kid from a Christmas Story, all puffy. It was supposed to keep us safe, but now I feel it made us more appetizing targets.

If you must know, we were called Squeegees because of our job on Isla Nublar. We called security, "Tasers"; the scientists, "Jekylls"; and so on. Our job as the Squeegees was simple in terms of labor. We were to routinely enter a pen and wipe the cameras and sensors, basically all the exposed equipment, wipe them of this black tar. Simple.

What made Squeegees different from "Cattle" (Velociraptor detail) and "Devils" (T-Rex detail) was our species for detail. That black tar we had to wipe up is toxic. As in, one touch and you'll feel sick in ten minutes. And the animal which produces such a poison is the beautiful Dilophosaurus. And I mean beautiful, like a flower in bloom about to end your life.

Dilos, for short, can spit up this sludge up to six feet. Get it on your skin and it'll burn like a motherfucker. Get it in your eyes, you'll go blind. Hence, the riot visors. Now, one Dilo isn't too bad because you can anticipate a spit. But Dilos are pack hunters, not unlike the Raptor, although slightly more stupid. Slightly. Imagine five of these bitches alternating hawking loogies.

Despite not being Raptor smart, Dilos do coordinate their attacks using hooting sounds. We learned to know which hoots meant an ambush pretty quickly. But, damn it, these animal's behavior can't be predicted. Sometimes they'd hoot and nothing would happen. We learned that they too learn.

This is why there used to be three of us. And why I speak of the Squeegees in the past tense.

I was checking off the equipment list as Maritza prepped Raul. Maritza Gonzalez, born in some town in Mexico. She'd never mention the name of the town. I always assumed it was near the border, since Maritza was fluent in English. She's a tall girl, with short brown hair and a tan which made my sun burned skin look inferior and sickly. What I always admired about Maritza was how militant she was when it came to the job. She knew these animals were not pets or even normal zoo animals. She knew what a fucking dinosaur was and what it meant to be near one.

The person Maritza was explaining procedures to was Raul Something. I say "Something" because I never formally met the guy. Even if I did meet him, there would be no way I'd understand him. InGen hired South and Central American workers all the time as a way to dodge minimum wage, benefits, and lawsuits. Usually, these workers spoke a bit of English. Enough to understand when to get the out of the way. But Raul Something? He didn't even try. Everything said in some dialect which made me wonder if it was even Spanish.

Maritza was clearly pissed about InGen hiring Raul. The guy had no idea what he was doing or getting into. According to Maritza, the only reason for Raul even being a Squeegee was due to a computer error. Raul was supposed to be a "Mario" (plumber). Maritza complained both formally and informally by yelling at our boss, Victor. Victor told Maritza that the hiring process is excruciatingly complex due to confidentiality and legal shit, and getting Raul off the team would take a couple of weeks. Maritza proposed we postpone Squeegee duties until then, on account that it was incredibly unsafe and stupid to send a Mario to do a Squeegee's job. Victor said InGen would simply terminate the Squeegee team and develop an automated replacement. So, of course, Maritza and I were extremely angry and worried by this. Were we obsolete? After yesterday's... incident, I suppose we were.

Maritza geared up Raul, making sure his armor was strapped on tight and visor was clean. She went as far as getting Raul a pair of swimming goggles, just in case. Thinking about it, I kind of wish it was standard equipment to have goggles. Raul looked twice his size with the padding and helmet, like a guard dog trainer. Only for dinosaurs. He wore an idiotic smile as he gave me a fat thumbs up, as if we were best friends. At that moment, I realized what Maritza knew all along; Raul had no fucking clue what we were getting into. It seemed that no one bothered to brief him about these animals.

Maritza and I locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, both of us telling each other the same terrible premonition. Both of us knew Raul was going to get us in trouble. We just didn't know how.

Exiting the small shed storing our equipment, surrounded by an electric fence with gate, the hot humidity of the equator summer added ten pounds to my gear. An untrained person would give in to the heat and head back into the shed with its fans. I assumed Raul felt that way. I wanted to look over and see him sweating buckets, but Maritza's cold stare into the jungle reminded me to stay sharp.

Maritza turned off the power to the gate and opened it. She turned to us, I standing behind Raul as to watch his back, and she said something I like to believe was inspirational for some reason. I couldn't hear her do to the shit-releasing sound of the Dilos readying to hunt. Odd. Were they not fed?

We entered the dense trees, armed with a medium sized riot shield, rags and Windex, and cattle prods. It's InGen policy that only wardens can carry live ammo. You know, even with all this stuff on me and armed to the teeth, walking out of the cage into the jungle always made me feel naked.

We must have walked no more than a hundred feet into the jungle when Maritza stopped us with a raised cattle prod. I knew what that meant. I also knew that Raul didn't as he nearly bumped into Maritza, his attention somewhere in the trees. Maritza listened carefully to the chirps and squeals of all the jungle creatures, like some kind of tracker. I always loved it when she did that. Her face would go stone cold and her eyes far away as she listened.

Maritza squatted behind a fallen tree, indicating for us to take cover with her. I rushed past Raul, turning briefly to make sure he followed. It took him a second, but he did. The three of squatting in gear looked as if we had a plan. We did. It was to clean that shit they spit and make it out alive. Like always.

We squatted for a couple minutes. Raul complained like a child. I could tell he was complaining by his tone, until Maritza shut him up with a slap against the visor. Raul immediately silenced himself. At that very moment, when Maritza's hand hit the metal, I saw them. Not five like usual, but three Dilos were running through the trees, back and forth, weaving leather through the wood. Hoots and chirps followed them. It was the most beautiful and deadliest thing a person could ever witness.

Maritza held up three fingers, letting me know that I didn't miscount. Knowing Maritza's thinking, I was well aware that two of them were stalking us. I also knew that this wasn't normal behavior for the Dilos. Usually, Maritza and I would finish a run in twenty minutes, with no incidents. It must have been the heat or something to have gotten the Dilos riled up yesterday. And it was Raul's brilliant idea to stand for a better look that got the ball rolling. They were waiting for a response.

I pulled Raul down by his arm, but the fool just pulled away. I understood then that Raul wasn't just new to being a Squeegee, he was new to this entire island and the animals here. When Raul imitated the chirps the Dilos made, Maritza drew the line. She kicked Raul's knee in to cause him to kneel, only that also caused him to scream at Maritza.

Without wasting a second, the flowers beside us bloomed in displays of orange and red. Flowers which reeked of rotting meat and the bitterness of their venomous tar. I'll admit, I screamed like a child meeting the Devil. Maritza didn't. She was a statue. Raul seemed to finally comprehend these creatures as he was closest to the flora, meeting a Dilo face to jagged toothed snout. Raul continued his genius streak by punching the fucking thing right on the snout! I mean, armed with a cattle prod, his first choice was to punch it? Of course, this pissed the Dilo off and it pounced on Raul.

As the Dilo ripped fluff out of Raul's suit, Maritza did the logical thing and jammed some voltage into its rib cage. With a squeak like rusted metal, the Dilo hopped off Raul. It didn't run though. It stood there, staring at Maritza with one eye toward her.

In a caw like a deranged raven, the Dilo kicked her head back and launched a good wad of tar toward Maritza, striking her visor. Several curse words left Maritza in Spanish as she tried to wipe the tar off. It didn't come off, and she knew better than to remove the visor. I rushed to her aid, when I noticed that Raul was gone, his shield lying where he stood. I couldn't distract myself with Raul's hijinks, as Maritza needed me. Yet, I knew there was nothing I could do for we were in the center of a circle of Dilos. I lowered my head and closed my eyes.

For the longest seconds of my life, I felt punches of tar striking me with force from every direction. It wasn't that they couldn't kill us without spitting, it was just in their nature. I felt the heat of the body fluid through my suit, every spit weighing me down as I hovered over Maritza. And they pounced.

One by one, or two by two, I couldn't tell, the Dilos kicked and maimed, layers of our suit were torn off. I held on to my visor with all my strength, in fear of even getting a drop of venom on me. I wish Maritza did the same. I heard the most nightmarish scream come from her in the craze of claws. I opened an eye to get a glimpse of Maritza, seeing that her visor had cracked and the tar had seeped through. Maritza threw her body in painful fits as the venom burned her eyes.

I couldn't take the carnage. I don't recall what happened afterward, but I did survive.

I'm writing from my hospital bed in Costa Rica. I have a broken clavicle and bruised ribs, nothing serious, but InGen wanted me off the island immediately. This morning several lawyers came into my room and had me sign several documents under threat of legal action and having to pay my medical bills (which InGen made sure were steep). The forms were the standard suit bullshit like NDAs and papers that will surely wash their hands of this.

I don't know if Maritza survived. I'm sure she's blind now. I know Raul is fine and dandy because there's a "get well soon" card with his dumbass signature. And the card features a dinosaur! I wonder if Maritza got one? If she still lived, I have to remind myself.

InGen offered me the opportunity to stay with the company. I assume it's to keep an eye on me due to the fact that I'm the only American in the team. Or was. The Squeegees have been terminated. No more cannon fodder to clean up Dilo phlegm. Funny how things really get done when tragedy strikes.

I decided to take the offer. I can't afford to move back to the states yet. What am I going to do? Work janitor at a zoo or security guard at a mall? I'm a high school dropout. This job pays and it pays well, despite the risk of agonizing blindness and possible death.