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

"The Young Queen"

Name: Dr. Frances Gibbons

Date: May 7th, 1989

For a juvenile, she's big. Like 7 feet tall! I've heard the other scientists talking among themselves, telling each other rumors about this animal, as if they were all experts on that specific species. Things like estimations of top running speed once an adult, assumptions about her vision, and things like that. Hell, most of them aren't even paleontologists or geneticists, just simple technicians. How would they know? Oh, because their co-worker has a friend on Sorna. Typical rumors.

We were told not to name them. There's even a clause in our employment contracts regarding it. Something about the "illusion of ownership", which is honestly just a way to red tape us. I've seen Henry and John, how they practically cry over an infant... Why can't I name one? Just one? I'm naming this one. Her name is Queen because, after all, that's what she is.

Unlike the rumors of the other scientists, I have concrete evidence on Queen's behavior. She is ruthless, killing two Raptors on Sorna. I guess that's why they only waited a year to transport her; the fear of retaliation. She is nothing less than an apex predator, and the others seem to forget that, treating her like an infant pet. Idiots. They don't see the same cold, dead stare in her eyes. They don't smell the rot in her breath. All they see are videos on their monitors and all they smell is each other's bullshit. I see Queen and I know her potential, how she will eventually rule this island.

Although it's incomplete, they still put her in the paddock. Stupid of them, underestimating her potential. The paddock is fenced off and I believe the generators are online, but the moat is half finished, so when she grows, which is happening pretty quickly, a power outage will definitely lead to chaos. I was thinking of bringing up my concerns with Robert, but he's not a fan of us "Jekyll" types. Thinks we are committing sins. I hear the only reason he works for Hammond is because they're friends and he doesn't want us all getting killed on the job. Isn't that sweet?

Personally, I don't feel like I'm in danger. I spend most of my days in these facilities, usually in the labs analyzing amber and fossils. These places, especially the labs, are super secure. Not only are they designed for dinosaur containment breaches, but also against unauthorized access. No one gets in or out without HQ knowing. How do I know this? Because InGen came down on me for not clocking in one day. Thought I was trespassing. There was a lovely show of guards with batons escorting me to the holding cells. That's right, InGen put holding cells in Jurassic Park, not for the future guests, but for employees.

When I was put in the cell, my coworkers freaked out. They thought I was a spy, a thief, something other than a non clock puncher. When I explained what happened, they relaxed a bit on me and tensed up on InGen. They felt threatened, untrusted. I know we're not trusted. The security checks we undergo every time we enter the island should be a telltale sign.

My lunch break is almost up. I'm trying to make a habit of watching Queen's video feed before my break is over. She's fascinating. Like a big dog with an urge to kill. I still haven't seen her feed. I bet it's beautiful, like a cascade of meat and bone and blood. I'm not twisted, mind you, just... I think it would be cool to watch her feed. I've seen the Brachis feed. It was neat at first, but that was just the novelty. I bet watching a Rex feed would be something amazing.