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"The Rats of Isla Nublar"/strong/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Name: Isaias Robles/p
p class="MsoNormal"Date: February 7supth/sup, 1992/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I told Rhoda that the problem we had wasn't rats, but she insisted we continued setting mousetraps around the kitchen and dining area. So, as per her advice, I set traps all over the place. I used both spring loaded traps and adhesive traps, just to prove to Rhoda that there were no rats in this facility. I swear, I would have installed cameras in the kitchen, for I was so desperate for cooperation./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"For the first week, we caught a few roaches and a spider. It was a big hairy arachnid, but not a rat. I was about to collect all the traps to show Rhoda that I was right, when I caught the real culprit./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"In the past three months, there have been bites taken from our meats and I've been finding little turds under several counters. Little almost white turds. Tell me, when has a rat shit white? Rhoda claimed they were from rats that came over in a shipment. She said that they must have been from Costa Rica. Yet, no one has seen a single furball in all this time. And the last shipment from the mainland was FOUR months ago. Are rats so clever to wait a month before raiding our food supply? Impossible./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"This morning, I was on my way to the kitchen, across from the dining room, when I heard a faint squeak under one of the tables. For a moment, yes, I assumed a rat was caught in a trap. I almost felt embarrassed because I insisted there were none. But as I approached the table, I heard something which confirmed it was not a rat, yet I was at a loss by what it could be. The creatures of this island are usually pretty large. Did a baby wander in here and got caught?/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"When I reached the table, I hesitated to look because I feared what I may have found. I've been a cook on Isla Nublar for about a year, and one of the Wranglers gave me a brief tour of the park. I've seen what kind of creatures these are, and I knew some were vicious. Imagine if, say, a baby of that big brown one with the tiny arms got stuck in an adhesive trap, yelping for its mother. It's a hazard, right? That mother could bust out of the cage in a rage, I think, in defense of the baby./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I squatted and lifted the tablecloth and was shocked to find, not a baby, but a small green lizard stuck in the glue of an adhesive trap. It was an odd thing because it walked on two legs, unlike most lizards. So, naturally, I assumed it was possibly a new creation. I removed the tablecloth and approached the lizard slowly, with the intention of catching it to show Rhoda. It was a pain in the ass to catch, even though it was trapped. It kept trying to take bites out of my hands whenever I got too close. I wanted to remove the trap before showing Rhoda, because I thought it would be more humane. But I wasn't about to be bit in the process of doing that. So, I simply tossed the tablecloth on it and picked it up, trap and all. The lizard caused quite the commotion from within the cloth, squeaking, chirping, and growling as I carried it out of the dining room and to my Jeep./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"On my way to the Jeep, I crossed paths with Eduardo, the Wrangler which gave me the tour. Before he could greet me, the sounds from the moving cloth bundle caught his attention. He asked if I brought a pet to the island, which is against the rules. I said it's a lizard I found in the dining room. Eduardo wanted to take a look at it, since his time on the island had given him an interest in the local animals. I showed Eduardo the lizard. Immediately, Eduardo gasped and told me it was no lizard. I asked what it was, then./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"According to Eduardo, this thing was a dinosaur unlike any he has ever seen before. I asked how he knew. He said he just knew. I told him about the raids in the kitchen and that Rhoda believed the culprits to be rats. Eduardo laughed it off. He told me InGen was very strict in eliminating the rat population from the island before introducing the creatures and Rhoda was again trying to cover up a containment breach./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Last September, one of the larger animals, not the big brown one, dug under the fencing and escaped its pen. Rhoda oversaw the Wranglers at the time and Eduardo tried warning her of the risk the soft soil under the fence was. When he was ignored, Eduardo turned to Muldoon, head of the Tazers, and explained the reason for the escape. When confronted by Muldoon, Rhoda denied Eduardo had said anything to her regarding the breach. Muldoon could see through Rhoda, so the soil was paved over, and Rhoda was demoted to overseeing the Visitor's Center. Eduardo assumes the demotion and my friendship with him is the reason why Rhoda was so dismissive of my reports./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Eduardo called a Wrangler team to take the dino-lizard to its proper pen, and then things got mysterious. According to one of the Wranglers picking up the creature, Rafa, this animal was not native to the island. Rafa didn't know where it originated from but felt that it was a stowaway from a different shipment, not from the mainland. Eduardo and I were confused as we didn't know what that meant. Rafa explained./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"As far as Rafa knew, some dinos were not bred on Nublar, but shipped to the island from somewhere else. Where from? He didn't know, but the rumor was there is a second island of dinos. That was too much for me to process; the fact that there are two dinosaur islands. Rafa laughed when I told him that and said that there was also rumors of a third island full of rejected creations./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I'm just a cook, not a Jekyll, Wrangler, or Tazer. I don't know how these things are made or where they come from or even their proper names. All I know is that Rhoda screwed up… again. She should have investigated the matter as soon as I reported it and involved the Wranglers, not dismiss my findings by claiming rats were responsible. A couple of hours ago, I got wind that Rhoda was relieved of her duties by Hammond himself. Eduardo said that Hammond and Muldoon were furious at her. Rightfully so. I mean, what if it was a baby? Imagine the chaos it would cause./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Well, at least now I don't have to worry about food contamination. The creature, which Eduardo called a "Compy" after hearing it from Muldoon, is gone and tomorrow there will be a sterilization of the kitchen and dining area./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Sometimes I wonder if I should have taken a job on the mainland instead. This island is fucking weird./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center" /p
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"The Rats of Isla Nublar"/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Name: Isaias Robles/p
p class="MsoNormal"Date: February 7supth/sup, 1992/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I told Rhoda that the problem we had wasn't rats, but she insisted we continued setting mousetraps around the kitchen and dining area. So, as per her advice, I set traps all over the place. I used both spring loaded traps and adhesive traps, just to prove to Rhoda that there were no rats in this facility. I swear, I would have installed cameras in the kitchen, for I was so desperate for cooperation./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"For the first week, we caught a few roaches and a spider. It was a big hairy arachnid, but not a rat. I was about to collect all the traps to show Rhoda that I was right, when I caught the real culprit./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"In the past three months, there have been bites taken from our meats and I've been finding little turds under several counters. Little almost white turds. Tell me, when has a rat shit white? Rhoda claimed they were from rats that came over in a shipment. She said that they must have been from Costa Rica. Yet, no one has seen a single furball in all this time. And the last shipment from the mainland was FOUR months ago. Are rats so clever to wait a month before raiding our food supply? Impossible./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"This morning, I was on my way to the kitchen, across from the dining room, when I heard a faint squeak under one of the tables. For a moment, yes, I assumed a rat was caught in a trap. I almost felt embarrassed because I insisted there were none. But as I approached the table, I heard something which confirmed it was not a rat, yet I was at a loss by what it could be. The creatures of this island are usually pretty large. Did a baby wander in here and got caught?/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"When I reached the table, I hesitated to look because I feared what I may have found. I've been a cook on Isla Nublar for about a year, and one of the Wranglers gave me a brief tour of the park. I've seen what kind of creatures these are, and I knew some were vicious. Imagine if, say, a baby of that big brown one with the tiny arms got stuck in an adhesive trap, yelping for its mother. It's a hazard, right? That mother could bust out of the cage in a rage, I think, in defense of the baby./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I squatted and lifted the tablecloth and was shocked to find, not a baby, but a small green lizard stuck in the glue of an adhesive trap. It was an odd thing because it walked on two legs, unlike most lizards. So, naturally, I assumed it was possibly a new creation. I removed the tablecloth and approached the lizard slowly, with the intention of catching it to show Rhoda. It was a pain in the ass to catch, even though it was trapped. It kept trying to take bites out of my hands whenever I got too close. I wanted to remove the trap before showing Rhoda, because I thought it would be more humane. But I wasn't about to be bit in the process of doing that. So, I simply tossed the tablecloth on it and picked it up, trap and all. The lizard caused quite the commotion from within the cloth, squeaking, chirping, and growling as I carried it out of the dining room and to my Jeep./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"On my way to the Jeep, I crossed paths with Eduardo, the Wrangler which gave me the tour. Before he could greet me, the sounds from the moving cloth bundle caught his attention. He asked if I brought a pet to the island, which is against the rules. I said it's a lizard I found in the dining room. Eduardo wanted to take a look at it, since his time on the island had given him an interest in the local animals. I showed Eduardo the lizard. Immediately, Eduardo gasped and told me it was no lizard. I asked what it was, then./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"According to Eduardo, this thing was a dinosaur unlike any he has ever seen before. I asked how he knew. He said he just knew. I told him about the raids in the kitchen and that Rhoda believed the culprits to be rats. Eduardo laughed it off. He told me InGen was very strict in eliminating the rat population from the island before introducing the creatures and Rhoda was again trying to cover up a containment breach./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Last September, one of the larger animals, not the big brown one, dug under the fencing and escaped its pen. Rhoda oversaw the Wranglers at the time and Eduardo tried warning her of the risk the soft soil under the fence was. When he was ignored, Eduardo turned to Muldoon, head of the Tazers, and explained the reason for the escape. When confronted by Muldoon, Rhoda denied Eduardo had said anything to her regarding the breach. Muldoon could see through Rhoda, so the soil was paved over, and Rhoda was demoted to overseeing the Visitor's Center. Eduardo assumes the demotion and my friendship with him is the reason why Rhoda was so dismissive of my reports./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Eduardo called a Wrangler team to take the dino-lizard to its proper pen, and then things got mysterious. According to one of the Wranglers picking up the creature, Rafa, this animal was not native to the island. Rafa didn't know where it originated from but felt that it was a stowaway from a different shipment, not from the mainland. Eduardo and I were confused as we didn't know what that meant. Rafa explained./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"As far as Rafa knew, some dinos were not bred on Nublar, but shipped to the island from somewhere else. Where from? He didn't know, but the rumor was there is a second island of dinos. That was too much for me to process; the fact that there are two dinosaur islands. Rafa laughed when I told him that and said that there was also rumors of a third island full of rejected creations./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"I'm just a cook, not a Jekyll, Wrangler, or Tazer. I don't know how these things are made or where they come from or even their proper names. All I know is that Rhoda screwed up… again. She should have investigated the matter as soon as I reported it and involved the Wranglers, not dismiss my findings by claiming rats were responsible. A couple of hours ago, I got wind that Rhoda was relieved of her duties by Hammond himself. Eduardo said that Hammond and Muldoon were furious at her. Rightfully so. I mean, what if it was a baby? Imagine the chaos it would cause./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Well, at least now I don't have to worry about food contamination. The creature, which Eduardo called a "Compy" after hearing it from Muldoon, is gone and tomorrow there will be a sterilization of the kitchen and dining area./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Sometimes I wonder if I should have taken a job on the mainland instead. This island is fucking weird./p