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 document excerpts kept by Isla Nublar employees. If our Isla Sorna operation goes belly-up, maybe you can use these to persuade Mascom.
-Phoenix Rhodes
Name: Silvia Marcos
Date: January 1st, 1993
I spoke with Cassandra again. She's obsessed with the livelihood of these monsters. I guess, that's why she signed up with us. She wants to ensure no harm comes to them and that this little endeavor InGen has with them doesn't lead to abuse. It's nuts, but she's my cover and contact, so I don't question her.
Lewis said that Cassandra would cooperate, and she is doing just that. Dr. Wu and she believe that InGen have something precious, like fine amber, but that they will squander if things go South. She says that Dr. Wu is growing frustrated with John Hammond's focus on making Jurassic Park the world's greatest THEME PARK. Cassandra wants a zoo, not a park where people and profit are the priority. It's obvious to me that business is second thought to her.
When I arrived at Isla Nublar last year, she vouched for me and I got a job as the electrician on the Northern parts of the island. Checking fences and grids for InGen has opened the doors to some snooping on my part. I was able to gain access to a research station and, by God, the shit they are doing; it's like a sci-fi movie. Cloning, genetic modifications, and bringing the extinct to life, it can get a little overwhelming. I never thought I'd encounter such powers when I was hired by BioSyn.
On the mainland, before Lewis picked me up, I was teaching at a community college. Statistics were my discipline. I was offered a position in BioSyn after I met with a Dr. Ian Malcolm, a mathematician. Apparently, InGen wants to bring Dr. Malcolm to the island and give him a tour. Lewis wanted to know if he could be bought beforehand. I don't know why he couldn't approach Dr. Malcolm himself, but I assume, judging from the espionage Lewis has me doing, that Dr. Malcolm is a man of integrity and principle, so revealing BioSyn's intentions would be damning to the cause.
From what I gather, BioSyn is planning on replicating the research InGen has done, but their scientists have been unsuccessful. It's not easy cloning a whatever-million-year-old lizard from a bug in amber. I'm no geneticist, but I know that DNA has a shelf life and extraction is an extremely delicate operation. Dr. Wu has a proven process and his documents are heavily guarded, so agents like me must scrounge up whatever details we can find.
Lewis is keen on the idea of smuggling genetic samples off the island. He even seemed to have persuaded a high clearance employee of this park to fulfill his desires. I haven't met the rat, but I assume he's a kind of badass, seeing how he's going to pull off some super-spy shit. Lewis has instructed me to get off the island before the summer, as a safety concern. It's funny. Despite how shady and underhanded BioSyn is, they do have a way in ensuring their employee's safety. I'm guessing this island is going to get crazy this summer and things will get dangerous. I'm not worried though. I'll be off the island by March, as my mission has been passed on to the super-spy. At least, I still get paid.
I did find an interesting memo during my time here. Apparently, there's a second island. One not too far from here, where they breed all kinds of dinosaurs. The memo was directed to the shipping department, stating that a new shipment of "Raptors" had been compromised. It says that an outbreak on the ship led to a couple dead animals and that fear of spreading the disease requests that the surviving creatures be shipped back to the second island. What kind of disease affects a prehistoric animal in our modern age? I would inquire, but I don't want to blow my cover.
Although it seems I'm to be soon relieved of my duties, I find it critical to report my findings to Lewis. If there is a second island, maybe we won't have to risk failure by breaching security on this one. BioSyn could just hit the second island, which the memo references as their "honey pot" and get what we need from there. Hell, I think a live specimen is much more valuable than a couple vials of goo.
I'll let Lewis know in February, when I take my shore leave from this rock. On Nublar, I was instructed to keep radio silent and only contact BioSyn when they reach out to me. I'm not to call them, write them, or even acknowledge their existence. Some idiot named Johnathan Medina was scolded for sending emails to Lewis with InGen computers. Yet, he persists. I hope he gets fired because I'm not letting my time here go to waste due to stupidity.
Tomorrow I must address a faulty generator at the Rex paddock. I love going there. That dinosaur is amazing. I love watching it eat. It's a perk to encounter these phenomena that are the dinosaurs firsthand. I don't want to leave the island, but my dedication to BioSyn and their cause comes first. Too bad Jurassic Park will go belly-up after BioSyn is done. I would have used my paycheck on tickets when they opened Jurassic Park.