Location-Montana Badlands

"You Alan!" came Billeys voice through the door as he jolted awake on the couch in the trailer.

"What now!" he said angrily as he adjusted his hat and staggered over to the door, "You know I was trying to slee…" he trailed off as he sa an eerily familiar form approaching across the dunes, "What the Hell!"

"Carnosaurus Batar!" gasped one of the dig workers as the big, lumbering beast broke into an all out run into the camp. It knocked over tents and shelters as well as five or six trailers before it collapsed, its chest heaving as it passed out.

As Grant glanced at it he realized that it was not a T-rex at all but another breed, the worker was right.

"Bloody good timing that I got here!" he heard a voice say as he saw an odd looking man carrying a gun of some kind, at first glace he thought that it was Robert Muldoon, but then he remembered that Muldoon was dead and that this couldn't be him!

"Who the hell are you?" he asked the stranger.

"Names Roland, Roland Tembo!"

The name flashed a memory about the man who had brought down a T-Rex on Ilsa Sorna that Malcom had spoken quite highly of, but Nick had almost hated!

"What are you here for?" he asked again, now quite interested in what the man had wanted.

"To hire you," Roland said with a big, feral grin that sent a chill up Grants spine.

Suddenly there was a flash of light and then the scent of cleanser as they felt a rush of energy and then steel, instead of sand, beneath their feet.