Genetics Lab: The Cadillac roared to a halt in front of the building and Jake got out with a massive fern. He walked up the steps and into the building.

"Hi Jake," said the receptionist Stevie Sandelder. At just twenty-two years old, she was interning at Ingen for some extra cash and job experience.

"Hey Stevie, hard at work?" he asked with a grin. He walked over to the desk and leaned on the elevated counter. He looked down to see a crossword puzzle that was partially filled out. Jake sighed and shook his head.

"Don't you have homework you should be doing?" Jake asked.

"Oh, go away," said Stevie. Jake laughed and produced the fern.

"You asked me to pick this up…so I did," said Jake. "You know Stevie if you really want your greens I wouldn't recommend getting this way. Eat some vegetables, not ferns. Is this really part of your organic diet?"

"Quit teasing, you know it's not for me," Stevie shot back as she took the fern. Jake shrugged.

"I'm just saying," he said innocently. Stevie shot him an annoyed smile before placing the fern under her desk where a protoceratops that was resting their began chewing on it.

"Pets?" demanded Jake with mock horror. "Ingen has a strict 'no pet policy.'"

"Oh go get your candy from the machine and get out of here," Stevie retorted. Jake laughed and so did Stevie, they'd always had this conversation whenever he came into work and both of them eagerly anticipated their next argument.

"Ah but I already got candy from Rupert's so that stupid machine can't take my money," said Jake with an air of superiority.

"Don't you think with all the insanity as of late that the situation will be so screwed up that the machine will actually give you what you paid for?" Stevie asked. Jake thought about that one.

"Maybe it will," he admitted. "Maybe it will."

Jake walked over to the machine and put in his money and pressed the buttons for the particular piece of candy. The machine didn't do anything and when Jake pressed the change lever, no money came out and the counter read: 0.00.

"Dammit!" he shouted at the thing as Stevie laughed. "You should work you piece of junk!"

Jake kicked the thing and stopped hopping around from the pain as Stevie began laughing harder.

"Shut up!" he shouted at her.

"You shut up!" she shot back as Jake hobbled off.

"Hey Jake," she said seriously. Jake stopped and walked back.

"Yeah," he said.

"What's going to happen now that Jurassic Park's gone?" she asked worried.

"I don't know," Jake admitted. "I really don't know. All we can do now is hope for the best and if things are meant to work out they'll work out, if not it's for the best."

"I'm just worried is all," Stevie said. Jake waved that thought off.

"Don't worry about it we'll be fine. Worry is a waste of the imagination," said Jake before adding. "And you have the largest imagination I've ever seen. I'd even say you're a little exaggerated in your imagination."

"Hey!" said Stevie as Jake began chuckling. She took the stalk of the fern from her Steviesaurus and smacked Jake in the arm with it. Jake rubbed his arm and walked off grinning. Stevie sighed and went back to her crossword when the phone rang.

"Ingen, we make the future, this is Stephanie Sandelder speaking, how may I direct your call?" she said. "Alright, he just came in."

Stephanie pressed the hold button.

"Hey Jake!" she shouted back to him. "Telephone call!"

"I'll take it in my office!" Jake shouted back. Stephanie nodded and pressed the appropriate buttons on her phone as she continued with her crossword.

Jake meanwhile passed over the genetics bay below where the scientists were working on creating new dinosaur hatchlings, although not with the same fervor that they had had in the past. Jake sighed and shook it off as he pushed open the door and walked into his office. He threw off his jacket and pressed a button on his phone as he went to his water cooler and poured himself some water.

"Whitacre," he prompted as he took a sip.

"Hey Jake how's it going?" said the voice on the other line. Jake did a spit take as the voice laughed.

"Ha, ha," said the voice. Jake wiped his mouth clean before shaking his head.

"How the hell did you get this number?" he demanded.

"You know I have my sources," said the voice on the other end.

"Spies are more like it," said Jake.

"It's all in the details," said the voice. "But suffice to say I found out what happened."

"Called to gloat?" asked Jake.

"Not really," said the voice. "After all, Ingen never was a threat to Pacific Pharmaceuticals. They were interested in marketing the dinosaurs as sideshow attractions, not as medicinal substitutes. We were in completely different fields."

"Yeah I guess you're right," said Jake sitting down. "So how're things going John?"

"Decent," admitted Pacific Pharmaceuticals CEO John Brown. "We've got a few projects that are showing potential and should really reap in the rewards."

"So is this a courtesy call?" Jake asked reading through a portfolio on his desk.

"No," said John. "Ingen's going down the drains, jump clear and work for me. It'll be just like back in college where you and Henry followed my orders while doing those labs."

"We were underclassmen and you were an upperclassman, we had no choice. But as I told you before, no," said Jake. "Not yet at any rate. All in all this is a pretty good gig and it's all I really know at the moment. Should Ingen go down in flames, then I'll think about it."

"Alright," said John defeated. "Well at any rate you've always got a job here."

"What about Henry?" Jake prodded.

"Of course he has a job here as well," said John. "I could use both of you on my team."

"And Stevie?" Jake asked with a grin.

"God what is your obsession with that freshman?" demanded John.

"She's always been the nicest and most sincere person I've ever met since I had to tutor her in Econ all those years back," said Jake. "Hell I'm the one who got her the internship here."

"And why I don't know," admitted John. "But alright she can have a job here as well. Well I guess that's all I've got to say really. Anything you want to add?"

"Yeah, if things go sour for Ingen you'll let me know right?" said Jake.

"What're friends for?" John said. "Later JW."

"Bye JB," said Jake. The line went dead. Jake sighed and sat down on his desk as he contemplated his options.

"Damn," he said finally. Then his fax machine went off and something began printing from it. Jake tore it loose and looked at it.

"Well I'll be damned," he said. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Jake quickly shoved the document into his desk and leaned back in his chair.

"Come in," said Jake. Two scientists, Derrick, a red haired scientist from New York, and Abby, a young asian from San Francisco came in. They had come to work for Ingen three years back and had somehow found love despite the hectic nature of it all. They were to be married the next week and Jake was happy for both of them.

"Hey you two what's up?" Jake asked nonchalantly.

"Is it okay if we talk about what's going on with Ingen?" they asked. Jake shrugged.

"Sure," he said. "I don't know much but I'll answer as best I can."

"I guess that's fair," said Derrick before asking worriedly. "So what's the deal with our vacation? Has it been cancelled?"

"No," said Jake suddenly, before instantly calming down. "Of course not, you requested that time off months ago. You two are the model couple on this island and I'll be damned if anything is going to prevent you two from getting married and going on your honeymoon. The helicopter leaves tomorrow, be on it."

"Thanks," said Abby relieved. Jake sighed.

"I'm going to tell you something and it's strictly confidential, nothing I say will leave this room," he said. "Got that?"

Abby and Derrick nodded solemnly.

"This place is in all likelihood going to hell in a handbasket and I don't want to see you two get caught up in it. That's why I'm going to put in a transfer for you two to our research facilities in Kenya where you should be able to escape any potential fallout that'll likely occur," said Jake solemnly. "Go and have fun and enjoy the rest of your lives together because I don't want you to be here when the shit hits the fan."

"Thanks Jake, thanks a lot…for everything," said Abby. She leaned and gave him a kiss and both moved to leave.

"One thing," said Jake. "If anyone, Ingen or not, asks what day you were transferred and what day you left Sorna, it was yesterday. You left yesterday and under no circumstances are you to admit that you left today. A lot rides on this statement, can you promise me that."

"Yes," they both said. "But."

"I can't tell you why, no go on get packed, we'll meet each other again sometime," said Jake waving goodbye. Both of them nodded and left the room headed back to their rooms to quickly finish packing. Jake meanwhile opened up his drawer and looked at the typed note.

Effective Immediately, all Vacation Time for Sorna staff and personnel is cancelled immediately-Ingen Priority Order #12112134.

Jake growled and tore the page in half before lighting them on fire and burning them on his couch. He then put it out and sat down on the heavily damaged thing from his dorm room days. Suddenly his phone began ringing again. Jake sighed, got up, and picked it up.

"Whitacre…THEY'RE WHAT!" he shouted.

Indigo: "They're abandoning the damn island!" shouted Henry as helicopters roared by outside and various personnel ran out and boarded them as they took off for Costa Rica.

"Are they just leaving or what?" demanded Jake. Henry picked up a sheet of paper.

"Ingen Executive Order #997781-2, Indigo is to be immediately abandoned. Do not remove any technology whatsoever, just pack up your belongings and leave. Helicopters are coming to take you away back to the mainland where you will be sent back to San Diego and be transferred elsewhere," said Henry.

"Then how the hell are we supposed to receive our supplies?" demanded Jake.

"According to this, they're going to be sent directly to Sorna. They're effectively circumventing this damn island," said Henry.

"What about you, can you get back here?" asked Jake.

"I just got a call on my cellphone, I've been ordered to return back to San Diego," said Henry defeated. "Sorry Jake."

"No, it was going to happen anyway. Get going Henry, I'm sure this situation will sort itself out somehow. Goddamnit!"

"I'll see you around Jake," said Henry as the line went dead. Jake slammed the phone shut and rubbed his eyes trying to get rid of his massively building headache. Less than twenty-four hours later and already Ingen was falling apart from the inside. Then to Jake's shock, the fax machine went to work again and began printing. Jake ripped off the first page and looked it at. It was just informing him about the recall of all personnel Indigo and that the island was to be abandoned and all records of its existence were to be deemed highly classified.

"They're writing the damn thing off," said Jake shaking his head. "But what about the sanitary issues, we can't provide those kinds of facilities here, disease'll run rampant!"

He grabbed the other sheet and scrolled through it. All in all there were about two hundred names on it or so. Jake shrugged not understand what it meant until he got to the final line of the twelve page document.

"Recall immediately per the request of Peter Ludlow?" said Jake confused, reading the last line before it finally hit him. "Oh My God."

Jake suddenly leapt up out of his chair before he felt dizzy and sat back down. He then leapt back up, grabbed his coat and tore out of the room.

"Where're you going?" demanded Stevie as he ran past her.

"There's no time!" shouted Jake. Stevie watched him go bewildered before shrugging and returning to her work. Jake hopped in the Cadillac and took off back to the workers village.

Fifteen minutes later: The car roared to a halt in front of the main building and Jake hopped out and ran to the main building. He ran through the hallways as various people watched him confused before Jake entered into the communications room and locked the door. He then ran over to the radio and grabbed a hold of it.

"Ingen control, this is Site B over, please come in," said Jake.

"Ingen control go ahead," said the voice.

"I need to speak to Peter Ludlow," said Jake immediately.

"Yes sir, he's been expecting your call," said the voice. A few moments later a clicking noise was heard.

"Ludlow," said the voice. "How is it going Mr. Whitacre?"

"What the hell are you doing recalling 2/3s of all the personnel on this island?" Jake yelled back. "How're we supposed to be productive at all here? Better yet, how are we supposed to survive?"

"We are recalling these personnel so you and the rest can survive," said Ludlow. "So Ingen can survive."

"You're firing them all aren't you?" said Jake. "How is that going to solve anything? We need all the personnel here to produce dinosaurs in order to continue to market them!"

"They are not all going to be fired, some are going to be moved to different projects like Dr. Henry Wu. Meanwhile, Ingen has temporarily removed itself from the dinosaur revivification project," said Ludlow simply. Jake's jaw dropped.

"Then what the hell are we supposed to do here?" demanded Jake.

"Do what you want, we will decide how to properly take advantage of the island at a later date. Until then, goodbye Mr. Whitacre," said Ludlow. "Please make sure that all the affected personnel on the island are ready to leave. We'll be recalling them at various intervals throughout the next few months so until then keep the list a secret and file it in your safe."

"Pete, you can't do this!" shouted Jake as the line went dead. "Pete!"

Jake dialed the radio again.

"Mr. Ludlow does not wish to be reached at this time," was the only response he got. Jake slammed the radio against the wall and sat there with a raging headache.

"I didn't ask for any of this!" he said angrily as he left the room as he walked amongst the rows of eggs and incubators. As he approached the doors, an egg near him burst open spilling forth a compy. Jake looked at it and the thing looked up at him wide-eyed. Jake growled and snapped out his hand and hoisted the thing up by its neck. He stared at the thing and it stared right back. The nearby scientists just looked at him in shock as Jake began shaking as he held the thing. He then began to apply pressure on the creature's neck and it slowly began chocking. Jake kept applying pressure and pressure until he finally came to his senses and stopped his actions. The compy breathed in deeply as Jake set the thing back down.

"No," he said bitterly. "I am not a monster."

Jake left.