SECOND ITERATION
"New involvements of evil forces make chaotic drawings more in depth with
the understandings of danger to come."
IAN MALCOLM
5. THE LECTURE Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Monday, July 11, 1999 Helena, Montana
Alan Grant stood at the podium in front of a large audience in the college auditorium of The Montana State University. To the left of him was a table covered with fossils from Velociraptors with labels on them for display. They were skull fragments, feet claws, and other smaller bones like fragments of backbones and spinal columns. The lecture supervisor sat to the right of him, just staring. She was a tall, black lady wearing a business type coat and skirt. Her name was Naomi Blackburn.
Grant had worked and lectured at Montana State for many long years, mainly out on the field digging and researching on the newest finds of dinosaurs. About a year ago, Grant had gone to Paris to lecture on findings stating that Tyrannosaurs were scavengers in their time. However, Grant soon realized that his findings were correct...too correct. The people he worked with in Paris became very superstitious of him (for they were about everything anyway) so he returned to Montana shortly afterwards, going back to his famous dig site where he found a lot of herbivore nesting grounds and some small findings of Velociraptors. There wasn't many items found that dealt with raptors, except for the occasional bone or too. They hardly ever recovered a full raptor skeleton. They had however recently found another complete raptor skeleton. This was the first since 1989. That's right... it had been ten years since another raptor was found. A very saddening thing for Grant, and it also made him feel extremely terrible that Ellie was no longer working at the dig site to enjoy the find as well.
Now Grant was relaxed, standing at the podium, looking out at all of the people waiting for him to continue his lecture. He was holding a piece of skeleton in his hand as he began to conclude his lecture.
"-and so by studying these air sacks and hollows of the Velociraptor skull, scientists and paleontologists alike can conclude that raptors were capable of advanced vocalizations that could put in them in tribal groups with social status. This is why it is very likely that they were the smartest species to ever roam our planet," Grant concluded.
Everyone in the room was silent. Somewhere playing with their hair, others doodling in their notebooks, and still others picking on their fingernails. None of them were paying attention that was for sure. None of them cared about Grant, his lecture, the lovely Naomi, or his amazing new findings. To them, dinosaur's fossils were no more then a piece of rock found in the earth. Ten years ago they would have been fascinated and found it interesting. But now, all they were interested in was seeing the dinosaurs for real, up close and personal.
And that was why Grant's whole life was going down the drain. That was also why his dig sites had to move to different locations every three months. They were frequently running out of money, and after InGen stopped funding them, they were at a lose as to what to do. For a long time, another genetics company called Biosyn funded them. Grant knew that all they were really after was information about Jurassic Park, but Grant always resisted it and also took their funding at the same time. Grant was very conniving when need be. He would tell the represenitive of the company, Ed James, that as soon as they gave them the funding for the next few months that he'd tell them what they wanted to know. Biosyn would hold up their end of the bargain, but Grant would continue to hold it all off by saying that he had amnesia or something else. Eventually, Biosyn became tired of this pattern and stopped funding Grant's digs, leaving them with very little money to continue working with.
Jurassic Park was really the only reason that people came to his lectures. In a way he blamed Ian Malcolm for everything that happened. If Malcolm hadn't told that nosy little asshole, Richard Levine, about the islands- Grant's life would still be normal. People would come to his lectures for the bones. Malcolm had caused Levine to find out about the InGen dinosaurs, and then Levine went off and told every other person he saw about them. Grant despised Levine and he knew it. That's why Levine never went anywhere near him since he'd first meet him at that conference in Peking that Grant had wished he'd never went to. All it was, was a bunch of oriental people trying to understand dinosaurs better by getting the best Paleontologists around to teach it to them. Grant had always joked around saying that they must've been tired of Godzilla chasing them and destroying their cities.
Nobody had obviously realized that Grant had concluded. So he put his mouth to the microphone again. "Thank you," he nodded sourly. Everyone suddenly straightened in their seats and clapped, which was not wholeheartedly. Naomi Blackburn stood and approached the stand.
"Thank you, Dr. Grant, for coming," she acknowledged. Grant nodded. There was a long pause, not sure what to say next. "Now are there any questions," she asked finally. At that, everyone became excited and every single hand in the room bolted up into the air. Grant rolled his eyes and sighed. He took the microphone out of its stand and held it in his hands and paced back and forth.
"Now do any of you have questions that don't concern Jurassic Park," Grant smirked. Several hands slowly went down. However about half the room still had their hands up. "Or any that aren't about Site B . . . which, if I might add, I haven't ever been too," he said irritated. Every single hand came down with the exception of only two hands that were left raised. "Please, how about you," Grant gestured to the young man. The lady with her hand up kept hers in the air.
The microphone handler walked down the isle and gave it to the young student. "Yes, Dr. Grant. Now what do we need to care about your findings, or studies, or to even speculate over them. After all, the scientists push the government for exception. They can just go to Isla Sorna and see for themselves what has happened to the dinosaurs and what they are capable of, right?" he implied.
Grant shook his head. "Let me make this very clear to all of you and I want you to listen," Grant said. "What John Hammond and InGen created are only theme park monsters, nothing more, and nothing less. The true dinosaurs and our discovery about them are in the earth. And that is how scientists truly study the leviathans of our past. And I will speak for myself when I say that no force on earth or in heaven will get me to that island," Grant gestured. "One doesn't go onto that island in hopes of finding only beautiful animals that everyone will enjoy to see. There are monsters of pure evil and terror on that island that you could only imagine. You must understand that what I went through on Isla Nublar was something that I don't want to ever hear happening to any of you."
The man shook his head and sat back down, clearly disappointed.
Grant turned to the lady with her hand still raised. "Yes?"
The microphone handler again moved, now going over to the lady. "Yes Doctor," the lady said standing up. "Whatever became of the Rembrandts of the living Procompsognathus specimen that Dr. Alice Levin sent to you? Did any proof ever come back stating that it really was a real Compy?"
Grant smiled. "Alice Levin... I haven't heard that name in a long time. Actually it ended up being just another of those monsters from InGen. It was all in the report from Donald Gennaro if you'd like to check it out."
The lady nodded, and everyone in the Auditorium hesitantly got up to leave.
Grant shook his head and stepped down from the podium. Naomi Blackburn smiled and shook Grant's hand. "That was a marvelous lecture, Dr. Grant."
"Thank you," Grant replied. "You have a lot to handle with these Paleontology majors."
"Oh believe me," Naomi said smiling. "Not everyone here is a Paleontology major."
"What do you mean by that," Grant asked.
Naomi sighed and came closer to Grant. "Well, an anonymous student somehow hacked into several popular websites on the Internet and passed everywhere that you'd be lecturing here today."
"So that's why the Auditorium was so packed," Grant said shaking his head.
"I'm afraid so," Naomi replied. "I'm so sorry about all this doctor. We'll do our best to make sure to find our hacker and stop that from happening again."
"That would be very good of you," Grant said smiling. "This Jurassic Park stuff is really getting on my nerves."
"I don't blame you." Naomi smiled, making Grant feel a little uncomfortable. "You know... Dr. Grant... I've admired you for quite a long time and-"
"Ms. Blackburn," Grant interrupted. "I'm very sorry to tell you this, but I'm not ready to start dating anyone just yet. There's a problem with it right now."
"Oh," Naomi said feeling embaraced. "I'm sorry doctor."
"That's quite alright," Grant replied smiling. "Perhaps if I get to feeling different about this, I'll give ya a call."
"That would be wonderful."
Grant then took his coat and fedora and stepped away from Naomi and started for the exit to the building. However, as he was walking toward the back door-he always took the back door to keep the students and press from asking him ridiculous questions- he saw someone come through the door wearing an extremely nice suit and tie. This man looked very familiar to Grant, but he couldn't put a name to the face. The man smiled and shook Grant's hand.
"Hello Dr. Grant," the man said. "I'm not sure if you remember me, but my name is Bob Morris of the EPA."
Now Grant could recall him. "Oh, yes. I thought you looked familiar, but I couldn't remember." Bob Morris had gone to Grant's dig in Snakewater just days before Grant and Ellie went to Isla Nublar. Morris had actually come to talk to him about InGen and the strange goings-on that they were into. However, Grant didn't heed what the two men discussed, and went along with one of John Hammond's proposals just minutes after Morris had left the dig site. That was what had gotten Grant in extreme trouble and he'd found himself running from dinosaurs along with Ellie and several other people.
"It's good to see you again, Dr. Grant," Morris said. "How have you been?"
"I've been fine," Grant replied. "How about you?"
"Oh, about the same here really." Morris seemed, to Grant, a little disturbed or perhaps in a hurry to get somewhere.
"So what did you want to talk about," Grant asked getting to the point.
"I see that you already know what I want," Morris replied smiling. "That's fine. You see, after what we'd heard about what Biosyn did on Isla Sorna, we've been watching them very closely."
"Why should an environment agency care about Biosyn now? The law enforcement agencies are dealing with them."
"Well, since InGen's little disaster, we've been keeping tabs on everyone that has ever been involved with the incidents on either island. I could tell you anything that you'd like to know about anyone. Just to prove that to you Dr. Grant, I know of your failed relationship with Ellie and of your..."
"Ok! Ok! I get your point. Let's get back to the subject you came to talk to me about... So, was any evidence ever discovered penning Biosyn to what happened?"
Morris shook his head slowly. "Nope. It's very sad. Apparently the families of anyone that was killed on Sorna were bribed to be quite. All of the proof we have is that of Ian Malcolm and the other survivors of that expedition. We tried to send some operatives to the island to investigate, but of course the Costa Rican Government wouldn't allow us to do so, seeing as which it's private property and in their waters. But Biosyn may now be trying to do something new."
"What would they try to do now," Grant asked. "Isn't it about time that they closed down?"
"It won't be much longer, but their CEO made a very interesting buy just yesterday believe it or not. Apparently he bought a piece of land in San Diego that at one time belonged to InGen."
Grant shrugged his shoulders. "InGen had dozens of buildings and other properties in California. That doesn't really surprise me."
"That's true, and this isn't the first property that Biosyn has bought that once belonged to InGen. They've even bought some of the old amber mines that belonged to InGen. This property, however, was checked out by my partner just a few hours ago, while I was still trying to find you, and there is an old park there that was at one time going to be the actual location for Jurassic Park."
Grant laughed. "You must be kidding. If that were so, Hammond, or someone else, would've told us about it."
Morris shook his head in dismay. "This place was made long before the park on Isla Nublar was ever thought of. Hammond, however, decided in the end to make the park far away where there wouldn't be the EPA, FBI, CIA, ect., to find everything about his little project out. So, they left the facility unused, unfinished, and hidden. It took my partner quite a while to find the place apparently."
"What should this all matter to me or anyone else for that matter?"
"I'll make it simple for you doctor, Biosyn is expected to file for Chapter 11 in a matter of months. Why would they buy this property from the old Japanese Investors for InGen if they were going to have to be going out of business soon?"
"My God," Grant said in shock. "You don't think that they're planning on going to Isla Sorna, yet again, to take animals back to the mainland do you?"
"That was my first guess," Morris replied.
"Well then," Grant said, "you'll have to do something about it. Send some people to the island and stop them!"
"There's no way to get them there without angering the Costa Rican Government. With all of the problems that the U.S. has been having with other countries lately, I don't think it would be a good idea to make Costa Rica mad."
"That's true. What do you suggest be done?"
"There isn't much that can be done, but I have an idea for you to think about. I'd like for you to go to Isla Sorna secretly with some of my people disguised as researchers, and stop Biosyn from what evil deeds they have planned."
"Absolutely not," Grant said. "If you had been here for my lecture you would've known the answer to that question already. I'm leaving."
"Won't you at least consider the idea," Morris asked.
"No," Grant replied. "Why don't you try to get Ian Malcolm to go? He's been to Sorna before. You'll love being around him."
"Did you know that InGen and Biosyn were, at one time, one company," Morris asked.
Grant turned back around in mid-walk. "What?"
"Back in the early seventies the company was originally BioGen," Morris replied. "The company split just a little before the first park ideas were made up. Several people left Hammond to follow Jeff Rossiter and Lewis Dodgson. Doesn't that even at all interest you to look into this more?"
"No. I refuse to ever be involved with those dinosaurs again." Grant turned and walked out of the building, leaving Bob Morris staring in shock. The world would be doomed if he couldn't get Grant to reconsider somehow. However, he already had another way to get this done. Kirby Enterprises was going to Isla Sorna, and Morris was going to make sure that Grant was on that flight to Sorna with the Kirby's and Morris' partner, Ben Talon.
"New involvements of evil forces make chaotic drawings more in depth with
the understandings of danger to come."
IAN MALCOLM
5. THE LECTURE Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Monday, July 11, 1999 Helena, Montana
Alan Grant stood at the podium in front of a large audience in the college auditorium of The Montana State University. To the left of him was a table covered with fossils from Velociraptors with labels on them for display. They were skull fragments, feet claws, and other smaller bones like fragments of backbones and spinal columns. The lecture supervisor sat to the right of him, just staring. She was a tall, black lady wearing a business type coat and skirt. Her name was Naomi Blackburn.
Grant had worked and lectured at Montana State for many long years, mainly out on the field digging and researching on the newest finds of dinosaurs. About a year ago, Grant had gone to Paris to lecture on findings stating that Tyrannosaurs were scavengers in their time. However, Grant soon realized that his findings were correct...too correct. The people he worked with in Paris became very superstitious of him (for they were about everything anyway) so he returned to Montana shortly afterwards, going back to his famous dig site where he found a lot of herbivore nesting grounds and some small findings of Velociraptors. There wasn't many items found that dealt with raptors, except for the occasional bone or too. They hardly ever recovered a full raptor skeleton. They had however recently found another complete raptor skeleton. This was the first since 1989. That's right... it had been ten years since another raptor was found. A very saddening thing for Grant, and it also made him feel extremely terrible that Ellie was no longer working at the dig site to enjoy the find as well.
Now Grant was relaxed, standing at the podium, looking out at all of the people waiting for him to continue his lecture. He was holding a piece of skeleton in his hand as he began to conclude his lecture.
"-and so by studying these air sacks and hollows of the Velociraptor skull, scientists and paleontologists alike can conclude that raptors were capable of advanced vocalizations that could put in them in tribal groups with social status. This is why it is very likely that they were the smartest species to ever roam our planet," Grant concluded.
Everyone in the room was silent. Somewhere playing with their hair, others doodling in their notebooks, and still others picking on their fingernails. None of them were paying attention that was for sure. None of them cared about Grant, his lecture, the lovely Naomi, or his amazing new findings. To them, dinosaur's fossils were no more then a piece of rock found in the earth. Ten years ago they would have been fascinated and found it interesting. But now, all they were interested in was seeing the dinosaurs for real, up close and personal.
And that was why Grant's whole life was going down the drain. That was also why his dig sites had to move to different locations every three months. They were frequently running out of money, and after InGen stopped funding them, they were at a lose as to what to do. For a long time, another genetics company called Biosyn funded them. Grant knew that all they were really after was information about Jurassic Park, but Grant always resisted it and also took their funding at the same time. Grant was very conniving when need be. He would tell the represenitive of the company, Ed James, that as soon as they gave them the funding for the next few months that he'd tell them what they wanted to know. Biosyn would hold up their end of the bargain, but Grant would continue to hold it all off by saying that he had amnesia or something else. Eventually, Biosyn became tired of this pattern and stopped funding Grant's digs, leaving them with very little money to continue working with.
Jurassic Park was really the only reason that people came to his lectures. In a way he blamed Ian Malcolm for everything that happened. If Malcolm hadn't told that nosy little asshole, Richard Levine, about the islands- Grant's life would still be normal. People would come to his lectures for the bones. Malcolm had caused Levine to find out about the InGen dinosaurs, and then Levine went off and told every other person he saw about them. Grant despised Levine and he knew it. That's why Levine never went anywhere near him since he'd first meet him at that conference in Peking that Grant had wished he'd never went to. All it was, was a bunch of oriental people trying to understand dinosaurs better by getting the best Paleontologists around to teach it to them. Grant had always joked around saying that they must've been tired of Godzilla chasing them and destroying their cities.
Nobody had obviously realized that Grant had concluded. So he put his mouth to the microphone again. "Thank you," he nodded sourly. Everyone suddenly straightened in their seats and clapped, which was not wholeheartedly. Naomi Blackburn stood and approached the stand.
"Thank you, Dr. Grant, for coming," she acknowledged. Grant nodded. There was a long pause, not sure what to say next. "Now are there any questions," she asked finally. At that, everyone became excited and every single hand in the room bolted up into the air. Grant rolled his eyes and sighed. He took the microphone out of its stand and held it in his hands and paced back and forth.
"Now do any of you have questions that don't concern Jurassic Park," Grant smirked. Several hands slowly went down. However about half the room still had their hands up. "Or any that aren't about Site B . . . which, if I might add, I haven't ever been too," he said irritated. Every single hand came down with the exception of only two hands that were left raised. "Please, how about you," Grant gestured to the young man. The lady with her hand up kept hers in the air.
The microphone handler walked down the isle and gave it to the young student. "Yes, Dr. Grant. Now what do we need to care about your findings, or studies, or to even speculate over them. After all, the scientists push the government for exception. They can just go to Isla Sorna and see for themselves what has happened to the dinosaurs and what they are capable of, right?" he implied.
Grant shook his head. "Let me make this very clear to all of you and I want you to listen," Grant said. "What John Hammond and InGen created are only theme park monsters, nothing more, and nothing less. The true dinosaurs and our discovery about them are in the earth. And that is how scientists truly study the leviathans of our past. And I will speak for myself when I say that no force on earth or in heaven will get me to that island," Grant gestured. "One doesn't go onto that island in hopes of finding only beautiful animals that everyone will enjoy to see. There are monsters of pure evil and terror on that island that you could only imagine. You must understand that what I went through on Isla Nublar was something that I don't want to ever hear happening to any of you."
The man shook his head and sat back down, clearly disappointed.
Grant turned to the lady with her hand still raised. "Yes?"
The microphone handler again moved, now going over to the lady. "Yes Doctor," the lady said standing up. "Whatever became of the Rembrandts of the living Procompsognathus specimen that Dr. Alice Levin sent to you? Did any proof ever come back stating that it really was a real Compy?"
Grant smiled. "Alice Levin... I haven't heard that name in a long time. Actually it ended up being just another of those monsters from InGen. It was all in the report from Donald Gennaro if you'd like to check it out."
The lady nodded, and everyone in the Auditorium hesitantly got up to leave.
Grant shook his head and stepped down from the podium. Naomi Blackburn smiled and shook Grant's hand. "That was a marvelous lecture, Dr. Grant."
"Thank you," Grant replied. "You have a lot to handle with these Paleontology majors."
"Oh believe me," Naomi said smiling. "Not everyone here is a Paleontology major."
"What do you mean by that," Grant asked.
Naomi sighed and came closer to Grant. "Well, an anonymous student somehow hacked into several popular websites on the Internet and passed everywhere that you'd be lecturing here today."
"So that's why the Auditorium was so packed," Grant said shaking his head.
"I'm afraid so," Naomi replied. "I'm so sorry about all this doctor. We'll do our best to make sure to find our hacker and stop that from happening again."
"That would be very good of you," Grant said smiling. "This Jurassic Park stuff is really getting on my nerves."
"I don't blame you." Naomi smiled, making Grant feel a little uncomfortable. "You know... Dr. Grant... I've admired you for quite a long time and-"
"Ms. Blackburn," Grant interrupted. "I'm very sorry to tell you this, but I'm not ready to start dating anyone just yet. There's a problem with it right now."
"Oh," Naomi said feeling embaraced. "I'm sorry doctor."
"That's quite alright," Grant replied smiling. "Perhaps if I get to feeling different about this, I'll give ya a call."
"That would be wonderful."
Grant then took his coat and fedora and stepped away from Naomi and started for the exit to the building. However, as he was walking toward the back door-he always took the back door to keep the students and press from asking him ridiculous questions- he saw someone come through the door wearing an extremely nice suit and tie. This man looked very familiar to Grant, but he couldn't put a name to the face. The man smiled and shook Grant's hand.
"Hello Dr. Grant," the man said. "I'm not sure if you remember me, but my name is Bob Morris of the EPA."
Now Grant could recall him. "Oh, yes. I thought you looked familiar, but I couldn't remember." Bob Morris had gone to Grant's dig in Snakewater just days before Grant and Ellie went to Isla Nublar. Morris had actually come to talk to him about InGen and the strange goings-on that they were into. However, Grant didn't heed what the two men discussed, and went along with one of John Hammond's proposals just minutes after Morris had left the dig site. That was what had gotten Grant in extreme trouble and he'd found himself running from dinosaurs along with Ellie and several other people.
"It's good to see you again, Dr. Grant," Morris said. "How have you been?"
"I've been fine," Grant replied. "How about you?"
"Oh, about the same here really." Morris seemed, to Grant, a little disturbed or perhaps in a hurry to get somewhere.
"So what did you want to talk about," Grant asked getting to the point.
"I see that you already know what I want," Morris replied smiling. "That's fine. You see, after what we'd heard about what Biosyn did on Isla Sorna, we've been watching them very closely."
"Why should an environment agency care about Biosyn now? The law enforcement agencies are dealing with them."
"Well, since InGen's little disaster, we've been keeping tabs on everyone that has ever been involved with the incidents on either island. I could tell you anything that you'd like to know about anyone. Just to prove that to you Dr. Grant, I know of your failed relationship with Ellie and of your..."
"Ok! Ok! I get your point. Let's get back to the subject you came to talk to me about... So, was any evidence ever discovered penning Biosyn to what happened?"
Morris shook his head slowly. "Nope. It's very sad. Apparently the families of anyone that was killed on Sorna were bribed to be quite. All of the proof we have is that of Ian Malcolm and the other survivors of that expedition. We tried to send some operatives to the island to investigate, but of course the Costa Rican Government wouldn't allow us to do so, seeing as which it's private property and in their waters. But Biosyn may now be trying to do something new."
"What would they try to do now," Grant asked. "Isn't it about time that they closed down?"
"It won't be much longer, but their CEO made a very interesting buy just yesterday believe it or not. Apparently he bought a piece of land in San Diego that at one time belonged to InGen."
Grant shrugged his shoulders. "InGen had dozens of buildings and other properties in California. That doesn't really surprise me."
"That's true, and this isn't the first property that Biosyn has bought that once belonged to InGen. They've even bought some of the old amber mines that belonged to InGen. This property, however, was checked out by my partner just a few hours ago, while I was still trying to find you, and there is an old park there that was at one time going to be the actual location for Jurassic Park."
Grant laughed. "You must be kidding. If that were so, Hammond, or someone else, would've told us about it."
Morris shook his head in dismay. "This place was made long before the park on Isla Nublar was ever thought of. Hammond, however, decided in the end to make the park far away where there wouldn't be the EPA, FBI, CIA, ect., to find everything about his little project out. So, they left the facility unused, unfinished, and hidden. It took my partner quite a while to find the place apparently."
"What should this all matter to me or anyone else for that matter?"
"I'll make it simple for you doctor, Biosyn is expected to file for Chapter 11 in a matter of months. Why would they buy this property from the old Japanese Investors for InGen if they were going to have to be going out of business soon?"
"My God," Grant said in shock. "You don't think that they're planning on going to Isla Sorna, yet again, to take animals back to the mainland do you?"
"That was my first guess," Morris replied.
"Well then," Grant said, "you'll have to do something about it. Send some people to the island and stop them!"
"There's no way to get them there without angering the Costa Rican Government. With all of the problems that the U.S. has been having with other countries lately, I don't think it would be a good idea to make Costa Rica mad."
"That's true. What do you suggest be done?"
"There isn't much that can be done, but I have an idea for you to think about. I'd like for you to go to Isla Sorna secretly with some of my people disguised as researchers, and stop Biosyn from what evil deeds they have planned."
"Absolutely not," Grant said. "If you had been here for my lecture you would've known the answer to that question already. I'm leaving."
"Won't you at least consider the idea," Morris asked.
"No," Grant replied. "Why don't you try to get Ian Malcolm to go? He's been to Sorna before. You'll love being around him."
"Did you know that InGen and Biosyn were, at one time, one company," Morris asked.
Grant turned back around in mid-walk. "What?"
"Back in the early seventies the company was originally BioGen," Morris replied. "The company split just a little before the first park ideas were made up. Several people left Hammond to follow Jeff Rossiter and Lewis Dodgson. Doesn't that even at all interest you to look into this more?"
"No. I refuse to ever be involved with those dinosaurs again." Grant turned and walked out of the building, leaving Bob Morris staring in shock. The world would be doomed if he couldn't get Grant to reconsider somehow. However, he already had another way to get this done. Kirby Enterprises was going to Isla Sorna, and Morris was going to make sure that Grant was on that flight to Sorna with the Kirby's and Morris' partner, Ben Talon.