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

"They Remember"

Name: Erika Kaysen

Date: April 2nd, 1992

Muldoon described the animals as "unlike any modern beast". The way he first spoke of them, there was a slight fear in his voice, as if he was still processing the shock of watching one hunt for the first time. Though he's seen it multiple times. I've wrangled gators in Florida, captured stray bears in Washington, so I know how wild an animal can get. But the awe in Muldoon's eyes, they told me that the Velociraptor was more astonishing than some swamp gator.

It rained hard on April Fool's Day. Nublar sees heavy rains often, especially in the Spring, but that rain wasn't the same as before. Instead of warm drops from the gray, we got cold stinging needles, as if the sky had frozen. It was refreshing in contrast to the sticky tropical heat. At one point, I ended up staring into the sky as the cool washed my face.

Muldoon and I were in charge of several wranglers in the processing and containment of transfers from Site B. Most of the wranglers from Costa Rica and some even from Nicaragua, only three were from the states. InGen would have chosen all of them from Central America, but Muldoon felt he needed more of his own men on the job.

As InGen employees, we constantly heard how Hammond wanted the best of the best, yet InGen was doing anything they could to cheap out on employees. When leasing the islands in '85 from Costa Rica, InGen also signed a deal to employ as many Costa Ricans as possible. I guess they thought it'd grease the wheels of the acquisition. They are hard workers, most of them coming from labor backgrounds.

Basically, the labor jobs were designated for Costa Ricans. Wranglers, Squeegees, grunts: Costa Rican. Rangers and maintenance were usually American. Except for Muldoon. Guy's British or something with a dangerous accent. And the Suits and Jekylls? Hand-picked from InGen's best, usually American or Japanese. I'm a ranger, so bet that I'm American. From Arizona, actually.

Unlike the mainland, we don't celebrate April Fool's Day on Nublar. InGen is all about policy and rules followed to a "t" for safety reasons. After a construction mishap, well, no more pranks. Muldoon told our team that those workers ought to be grateful that steel was the danger, not teeth. Muldoon seems to have an ambivalence toward the dinosaurs. Like a love/hate thing. When he speaks of them, he uses dramatic phrases and admiring words, yet, when you look into his eyes as he stares at them, you can see how he wishes he could destroy them all. I think it makes his whole British badass rep even more dynamic. I like it.

On April Fool's Day, Muldoon informed us of a high priority transfer. A new breed of dinosaur or something just as scary. Muldoon told us that he's observed these girls in the wild before the transfer. How they are fast, precise, and can even plan and coordinate. "Perfect pack hunters," Muldoon said. And as always, Muldoon made sure we understood that however "cute" they may appear, these creatures are always deadly.

I've always wondered where these animals came from? There's rumor on Nublar about a facility on the mainland, a Site B. I don't think that's true. How would they hide the space to let them run free? The "wild", as Muldoon put it? Some of us think InGen owns another island. A bigger one. It makes sense as these new animals come in by boat usually.

The boat arrived around noon. I was really grateful for the rain. The truck carrying the animals arrived at their pen 30 minutes later. It's not that far, but paperwork, you know? I saw the green truck with InGen logos on the doors and hood, tugging a bed with a secured cage. In the gloomy sunlight, I could see the shadowed creatures within.

3, maybe 4 feet tall. About 8 feet long. Slender. They stood militant in the cage. I counted four of them. Muldoon told me there was supposed to be five, but one was killed in transport. The pack turned on her and tore her apart. Muldoon had no idea why, but assumed it was territorial. I've seen bigger dinosaurs in my time on this island, but, for some strange reason, these gave me chills. As the truck drove by us, the "Raptors", as Muldoon called them, turned in unison and simply stared Muldoon and I down. As if they knew we were the two in charge. Scary.

Fortunately, the transfer went without a hitch. The four Raptors were secured in their pen, but Muldoon told me that wouldn't hold them for long. From what he said, the Jekylls knew the animal was different when they were first created. More dangerous than, say, a hulking T-Rex. So, InGen tampered with the genetics. Created variations. Some were blue, some had feathers. Sounds pretty cool actually.

These Raptors, the ones in the medium sized pen, were supposed to be smaller and slower. Muldoon said the opposite happened. They'll grow a foot longer than they're supposed to. Doesn't sound too bad, but account the tropical weather and human presence, I'm sure they'd get annoyed being cramped together in a box. I mean, they did just slaughter their sibling. Muldoon already put the order on construction of a larger, more secure pen. He works fast.

On my way out of the pen area, I decided, for some compelling reason, to look back at the pen. I don't know what I expected. Maybe to see cute little dinos playing? Yeah, right. I wanted to validate that chill I had earlier. I wanted to know for myself if they were as terrible as Muldoon made them seem.

I looked back, only to make eye contact with one of the Raptors. Eye to yellow lizard eye. I felt as if she was analyzing me. Sizing me up. It wasn't like the Trike or Gallies, when they look into your eyes you basically see the eyes of cattle. These eyes, they were alive. They were imprinting, as if they would remember me for the one who put them in that cage.

Last night, I had a nightmare. The pen was left unlocked and that one Raptor, it found my room. Opened the door and walked to the foot of my bed, long claws scratching the wood floors. It was 10 feet tall, taller than anything Muldoon described. It had long serrated teeth and a slender snake-like forked tongue. The Raptor towered over me, breathing the foul stench of rotting meat with a hint of mint. And then its jaws fell open and out came, "I'm coming for you, Erika."

I need to report to work in an hour. I couldn't sleep after that nightmare. I'm glad today we're herding the Trikes to a grazing area. I like those girls. They don't freak me the hell out. I don't know when Muldoon plans to move those Raptors, but I hope I get promoted by then so I can lead my own team on taking the Trikes down to the lagoon. Much better.