p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"!- [if supportFields]span style='mso-element:field-begin'/spanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes' /spanSEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1![endif]-!- [if supportFields]span style='mso-element:field-end'/span![endif]-emIn the wake of the June 13supth/sup, 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./em/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"em-Phoenix Rhodes/em/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"strong"That Idiot, Nedry!"/strong/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Name: Johnathan Medina/p
p class="MsoNormal"Date: June 11supth/sup, 1993/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"To: a href="mailto:PRhodes "PRhodes /a/p
p class="MsoNormal"Subject: THAT IDIOT, NEDRY!/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Pheonix, we seriously fucked up in trusting Nedry. The man is an idiot. Why did Lewis trust that sloth with something so critical?/p
p class="MsoNormal"Let me rewind./p
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p class="MsoNormal"This Thursday, I was at the control room doing some maintenance work. Ants got into some servers and I was to replace certain parts. As I was tracing the ants to their source, hoping a little caulk would stop them, I found that the trail split around the sliding doors. One trail led out into the island. That could be remedied with a little seal on the doors. It's the other trail's destination which led to me losing it./p
p class="MsoNormal"I reached the end of the line for the busy ants. They swarmed and little by little tore their prize apart; an unwrapped candy bar hiding under the medical cabinet./p
p class="MsoNormal"I was quick to speak out, questioning Arnold and Nedry regarding the candy bar. Arnold denied the candy being his, and I believed him. The man's vice is nicotine, not sugar. I turned to Nedry, who sat with one of those stress toys and a stupid grin. I asked if he knew of the candy bar. I wish he'd flat out lie. Instead, Nedry went on a rant on how I'm not cleared to be in the facility (which I was cleared for) and how a lowly tech guy shouldn't be taking up his time./p
p class="MsoNormal"The son of a bitch was only squeezing that damn toy and chewing gum! He wasn't busy. He was dismissing me./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Nedry aware of my purpose? Didn't Lewis brief him? Because the way Nedry looked at me, as if I was a total stranger, it made me feel like he was clueless. Lewis was supposed to brief him on his mission and the agents on the field he could turn to for support (i.e. me). But this lout just stared with beady eyes, chest rising with heavy breathing, as if he was my superior and demanded that I left the facility./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Pheonix, you know me and I'm usually not the one to complain, but this guy is impossible!/p
p class="MsoNormal"Today, I approached Nedry near the docks. He was heading to Costa Rica to meet Lewis tomorrow. The Hawaiian shirt aficionado carried a suitcase and ate a burrito, which poured sauce on his chest, as he walked my way. As he waited in line for the boat, I whispered the code; "death to the tyrant" into his ear. Do you know what was his reaction? To shove me aside and call me queer. The moron. I was going to give him a message for Lewis so to avoid using traceable communication such as emails./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"My briefing was to postpone the operation until Lewis could find a replacement for Nedry. I feel with his demonstrations of carelessness and ignorance, we can't bet on him not mucking things up. I mean, for Christ's sake, he is shutting down the island for a few hours according to Lewis. Who know how Nedry could screw it up?/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I don't feel safe on this island. Not because InGen can find me out, but because we are trusting nearly everything to a man who can't even man up to a candy bar./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Please, Pheonix, tell Lewis I'm leaving the island later tonight. I don't want to be here when Nedry ruins the operation./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"em-Phoenix Rhodes/em/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"strong"That Idiot, Nedry!"/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Name: Johnathan Medina/p
p class="MsoNormal"Date: June 11supth/sup, 1993/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"To: a href="mailto:PRhodes "PRhodes /a/p
p class="MsoNormal"Subject: THAT IDIOT, NEDRY!/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Pheonix, we seriously fucked up in trusting Nedry. The man is an idiot. Why did Lewis trust that sloth with something so critical?/p
p class="MsoNormal"Let me rewind./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"This Thursday, I was at the control room doing some maintenance work. Ants got into some servers and I was to replace certain parts. As I was tracing the ants to their source, hoping a little caulk would stop them, I found that the trail split around the sliding doors. One trail led out into the island. That could be remedied with a little seal on the doors. It's the other trail's destination which led to me losing it./p
p class="MsoNormal"I reached the end of the line for the busy ants. They swarmed and little by little tore their prize apart; an unwrapped candy bar hiding under the medical cabinet./p
p class="MsoNormal"I was quick to speak out, questioning Arnold and Nedry regarding the candy bar. Arnold denied the candy being his, and I believed him. The man's vice is nicotine, not sugar. I turned to Nedry, who sat with one of those stress toys and a stupid grin. I asked if he knew of the candy bar. I wish he'd flat out lie. Instead, Nedry went on a rant on how I'm not cleared to be in the facility (which I was cleared for) and how a lowly tech guy shouldn't be taking up his time./p
p class="MsoNormal"The son of a bitch was only squeezing that damn toy and chewing gum! He wasn't busy. He was dismissing me./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Nedry aware of my purpose? Didn't Lewis brief him? Because the way Nedry looked at me, as if I was a total stranger, it made me feel like he was clueless. Lewis was supposed to brief him on his mission and the agents on the field he could turn to for support (i.e. me). But this lout just stared with beady eyes, chest rising with heavy breathing, as if he was my superior and demanded that I left the facility./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Pheonix, you know me and I'm usually not the one to complain, but this guy is impossible!/p
p class="MsoNormal"Today, I approached Nedry near the docks. He was heading to Costa Rica to meet Lewis tomorrow. The Hawaiian shirt aficionado carried a suitcase and ate a burrito, which poured sauce on his chest, as he walked my way. As he waited in line for the boat, I whispered the code; "death to the tyrant" into his ear. Do you know what was his reaction? To shove me aside and call me queer. The moron. I was going to give him a message for Lewis so to avoid using traceable communication such as emails./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"My briefing was to postpone the operation until Lewis could find a replacement for Nedry. I feel with his demonstrations of carelessness and ignorance, we can't bet on him not mucking things up. I mean, for Christ's sake, he is shutting down the island for a few hours according to Lewis. Who know how Nedry could screw it up?/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I don't feel safe on this island. Not because InGen can find me out, but because we are trusting nearly everything to a man who can't even man up to a candy bar./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Please, Pheonix, tell Lewis I'm leaving the island later tonight. I don't want to be here when Nedry ruins the operation./p