Indigo: Jake strode through the front doors of the Visitors Center and through the lobby as he made his way back to the theater. If there were any more dinosaurs left in the building, he didn't care, all he was focused on was determining whether or not the scientists had made a mistake when making the dinosaurs, a mistake that they couldn't have afforded to make. Jake silently walked up the steps with the now silent and apparently apprehensive Steviesaurus still tucked under his right arm. After a couple minutes of walking, he emerged into the blood soaked theater. Already the place had begun to smell, but it was so remote that flies and maggot had yet to make their way into the place.
"I'll be damned Stevie," said Jake aloud as he looked at all the corpses. "It's finally happened. I've become desensitized to violence. It's finally really happened."
Steviesaurus looked up at him and softly squeaked.
"Might as well drag one of them to the lab," said Jake. "He looked up and saw it through the shattered glass. "Well that shouldn't be too hard."
Jake pressed his fingers against the raptors neck to verify it was dead before he walked into the lab and attached Steviesaurus leash to a piece of pipe. Stepping back into the theater, he grabbed a hold of the raptors tail and somehow managed to drag the heavy beast into the lab and onto one of the tables in the room. Jake didn't even bother to prep for any dissection instead he just grabbed a nearby drill.
"Shall we?" asked Jake to Steviesaurus who just looked at him confused.
"Forget it," said Jake. He then turned on the drill and moved it closer and closer to the raptor.
Warehouse: Sam, Jeff, and Rebecca were hauling off several crates on dollies to a truck outside as Gerry and Karrie looked over a map they had found detailing where the supplies were.
"I don't believe this," said Gerry. "There are stacks and stacks of supplies but no ammunition or weapons anywhere. How is this possible?"
"Hammond never was much of a fan of brute force," said Karrie leaning against a crate. "Maybe he didn't have any here."
"Hammond was not an idiot and Robert would've made sure any island that might have dinosaurs would be equipped to deal with it," said Gerry.
"So where do you think they are?" asked Karrie.
"I don't know," said Gerry before noticing something on the map. "Hmmm, I wonder what Jake would have in a warehouse that's all to himself."
"What do you mean?" asked Karrie walking over to stand next to him. Gerry pointed to a warehouse simply titled: Whitacre.
"I don't know," said Karrie confused.
"Let's go find out," said Gerry taking the map and walking off with Karrie in tow.
Lab: Jake stood there covered in blood and guts as he finished dissecting the last raptor. Jake put aside the drill and his syringe after he had drilled deep into the raptors reproductive system to determine their sex. The results had just come through and Jake wandered around to each of the corpses with a pile of clipboards.
"Female," said Jake as he tossed the clipboard onto one of the corpses.
"Female," he said walking around to another corpse.
"Inconclusive," said Jake tossing the third clipboard onto the final raptor and then rubbing his eyes. "Fuck."
He looked around annoyed before seeing Steviesaurus standing on one of the counters with a confused look on its face.
"You're not turning into a guy on me are you?" Jake asked of the thing. "Because if you are that's just gross."
When Steviesaurus continued to look at him bewildered, Jake groaned and untied her from the pipe and picked her up and carried her off.
"Just one last test to perform and that's it," he said to her as they left the building.
Warehouse: Karrie and Gerrie pushed open the massive doors to reveal a warehouse filled with crates.
"What the hell could he possibly be storing in here?" asked Karrie confused.
"Parts for his Interceptor probably," said Gerry as they walked amongst the crates.
"Do you think he'd want us in here? This place might contain his private stuff," said Karrie.
"He would've said that before we arrived on the island," said Gerry. "Now let's open a crate."
"It's your call," said Karrie shrugging. Gerry continued looking at the crates trying to find a good one to open.
"Hey what's this?" Karrie asked confused. A crate lay on the ground apart from the rest that read: PROPERTY OF PACIFIC PHARMACEUTICALS DO NOT TOUCH.
"Okay, you've got my interest piqued," said Gerry. "Jake's talked about them a few times and now he's got a crate from them, this out to be good."
He brought down his crowbar and pried open the crate.
"Let's see if there's any medicine," said Karrie. "We are a little short back at Sorna."
But as the top came off Karrie and Gerry looked at the crate in shock. Inside amongst a bunch of packing material were several machine guns and assault rifles along with a few pistols.
"What the hell?" demanded Gerry confused. "What would a drug company be doing transporting military grade weaponry?"
"And what use would Jake have for any of this?" asked Karrie confused.
"To answer your questions," said Jake emerging from the shadows causing them to jump. "Pacific Pharmaceuticals used to have defense contracts with the military. As a result they received weaponry in return for their services. Upon termination of that contract, John Brown was to dispose of all weaponry currently in possession of his company. However, if those weapons were no longer in his possession then he couldn't very well dispose of them could he? So he shipped them here for me to hold onto. And I've kept them here in anticipation of an event like what would happen at Jurassic Park."
"When did these get shipped here?" asked Gerry looking an automatic rifle over.
"Within 24 hours after Jeffrey's death," said Jake solemnly. "I'd been having premonitions before and that event cemented them. John Brown had practically begged me to get these weapons off of his hands and now I was only too happy to oblige."
Jake looked at the weapons and sighed as he pulled a machine gun out and looked at it as he sighed.
"What now?" asked Gerry.
"I need those two specimens inside of the raptor pit," said Jake solemnly. "I need to know for sure what sex they are. I need to know if they can breed or not. And unfortunately there's only one way to get it."
He released the safety and fumbled to load a clip into it with Steviesaurus still under his arm. After he got it in, Jake headed for the exit.
"Wait," said Gerry chasing after him. "I thought we were going to try and lay off the violence."
"It doesn't matter anymore," said Jake distantly. "They changed the rules of the game and this is a game we can't afford to loose."
"A game huh?" asked Karrie. "That's sounds strange coming from you."
"It's the only way I can wrap my mind around it," said Jake slowly shaking his head. "If I don't…I don't see how I'll be able to cope."
He continued walking in solemn silence towards the raptor pit.
"You're really torn up about this," said Karrie worried for the first time in a long time about their whole situation. Jake said nothing but kept walking in silence.
"Why shouldn't he be?" asked Gerry beginning to wrap his mind around the concept Jake was proposing. "If they can breed…"
"Then we're all at risk," said Jake cutting in. "And I'm not convinced that if they could breed, that the lysine effect would be effectively passed down through the generations."
"Oh my God," said Karrie with wide eyes as she clasped her mouth shut in horror at the thought. "That would mean…"
"That if the Park, Sorna, or Indigo had been on the mainland like was proposed with that amphitheatre back in San Diego, and the dinosaurs escaped, there would be no controlling them. The instant they bred, any advantage we'd have had over them would've effectively been gone. The planet would be theirs, they couldn't be stopped. They'd be like previous owners coming to reclaim what was theirs. Oh sure we might be able to hold them off for a little bit, but they can breed in greater numbers than we can and already have a killer instinct," said Jake. "But hey, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they can't breed. Maybe Grant and Ian Malcolm were premature in their assertions. But I don't believe any of us can afford to take that chance."
They walked around the raptor pen to face the gate.
"May the world never judge us by the actions we take today," said Jake solemnly as he pressed the button and the gate rose upwards. Jake sighed as roars erupted from the inside beyond the bushes and trees inside as the sounds of feet came closer and closer. Gunfire erupted and then silence.
Lab: "Female and female," said Jake tossing the final two clipboards onto the remaining corpses before leaning against a counter and clasping his hands together in front of his head.
"That's good right?" said Jeff. The rest were in the lab except for Rebecca who was holed up in the bathroom after being unable to handle the sight of all the blood and guts.
"Not necessarily," said Jake picking up one of the clipboards. "This one is inconclusive. Which means two things, either there wasn't enough material to get a good enough sample…or it was in the process of transitioning between the sexes."
The others nodded unsure as well.
"So what do we do?" asked Sam crossing his arms as he sat in one of the rolling chairs.
"Go back to Sorna and obtain more specimens," said Jake simply. "Do more dissections and more research, as well as keep our eye out for any unmarked specimens, stuff like that."
"Right," the others agreed.
"But there's one more thing," said Jake. "Nobody besides us finds out about this. If the workers on the island catch whiff of this, panic and hysteria are going to ensue. We can't afford that, not with dinosaurs around. We have to keep a cool head about this and we'll be fine. In the event that the dinosaurs can breed and are doing so, we are left with only one option available to us."
The others nodded. "Restart the project."
Jake nodded as he drank some water.
"We have had contingency plans for this ever since Jurassic Park was first coming online," the scientist said. "It starts off with lysine deprivation, followed by starvation, and then mopping up the remaining survivors a month later."
"Do you think it'll come to that?" asked Karrie. Jake shrugged.
"I don't know," he said. "If the dinosaurs have bred than we really have no choice. If they have not than we can forget it."
"Why don't we just eliminate the entire stock right now?" asked Karrie. The others laughed at her.
"What?" she said confused.
"We can't just eliminate the dinosaurs without just cause," said Gerry. "They're Ingen's assets, not ours."
"But we're hunting them!" said Karrie.
"Because Ingen has a clause stating that we can eliminate stock in order to ensure that Sorna doesn't become overpopulated," said Jake. "But we needed a reason to justify it, that's why I asked that day. And why I haven't interfered with you guys doing it even though I am beginning to have my own reservations about it."
"You mean we've been following Ingen's orders this whole time?" shouted Karrie. The others nodded.
"Why do you think they haven't responded to what we're doing here?" asked Gerry. "Because what we're doing is perfectly legal and because they're burying it at the same time."
"If we were doing something that violated Ingen policy Peter Ludlow would be banging down the door right now, not letting us do what whatever the hell we want with these islands," said Jake incredulously.
"Do the guys back on the island know this?" asked Karrie. The group shook their heads.
"No and they never will," said Jake. "Between this and the dinos breeding they'd all completely loose it and become the creatures they're currently hunting to desperately prove that they aren't."
"You're not giving them enough credit," said Karrie. "They can handle this, humans are stronger than this!"
"No," said Jake. "They're not. None of us are. None of us ever will be. No matter what we do, we're all going to end up dying by our own hands."
"How can you say that?" asked Karrie beginning to tear up.
Because all it takes is one bad day to drive the sanest man alive to lunacy, just one bad day," said Jake forcefully. "We tried to control nature and it is fighting back. Nublar falling, the dinosaurs breeding, it's all like a giant rubber band snapping back after being stretched too far. All we can do is sit back and wait for the inevitable conclusion."
"Well then here's a thought. Why don't we just leave?" demanded Karrie. "Leave all of this behind us and just move on!"
"We can't!" Jake shot back. "Because if we leave and they gain control of Sorna, where do you think they're going to go after that? They'll head right for the mainland and WE CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN!"
"How do we know that?" asked Karrie. "They might be content to stay on Sorna!"
"No," said Jeff suddenly saddened. "They won't."
"Yeah you're right," said Jake to Jeff. "And that's why we can't just leave. We all saw what happened to those mestizos with our own eyes. We can't let that happen again."
The others looked at each other in a strange knowing way as they each nodded.
"Now what're you hiding from me?" Karrie demanded. "I thought there weren't any more secrets between us!"
"I suppose she does deserve to know," said Gerry finally. "She's in as deep as we are now."
Jake nodded and shoved off of the counter before heading for the control room followed by the others.
"Where're you going?" Karrie said following them out of the room and the dead raptors.
"To the truth," said Sam.
The group filed into the room and Jake sat down at one of the consoles and powered it up. He flipped from folder to folder before coming across one buried in Quarantined Computer Viruses. Jake clicked on a file in the folder labeled Y2K and it popped open revealing a screen reading: CLASSIFIED PROJECTS: NO UNAUTHORIZED ACCESSS ALLOWED. ACCESSING THIS FILE HAS ALREADY SENT A MESSAGE TO THE ADMINISTRATOR. Jake looked over to the empty administrators chair with a grin before mock saluting.
"Here's to you Ray," he said. Rather than entering in a username and password, Jake simply clicked continue and instantly a powerpoint presentation powered up and Jake flipped it to the big screen before walking up to it with a remote and a laser pointer.
"Admittedly you probably aren't on the Need to Know List," said Jake. "But considering how screwed up the command chain is right now, you probably fit in. At any rate it hardly matters so get ready for a horror story unlike any other, but remember that this is real."
Jake pressed a button and a screen came up simply reading: Incident: A-1.
"When we first started moving dinosaurs onto Island Nublar, we had breakdowns like you wouldn't believe. Fences would fail, the power would suddenly blackout, motion sensors would suddenly quit; you already know all of this," said Jake as he flipped through some slides.
"What you don't know, what very few people know, is that initially we shipped three deinonychosaurs to the island. Call it a trial run for future carnivores to be imported to the island," said Jake as he pressed the remote and an image popped up of the three deadly dinos being airlifted into a pen.
"They lived there in peace for three weeks in their pen along the coast," said Jake as another snapshot popped up clearly taken from the beach looking inward at the fence where the three deinonychosaurs stood looking out at the ocean with solemn glances.
"Admittedly at the time that looked bizarre, but we shrugged it off that they knew where they were born and were looking to it," said Jake. He pressed the remote and an image sprung up of the Visitors Center completely in the dark near the middle of the night.
"At the end of that third week, power failed again on Isla Nublar," said Jake. "When it came back on three hours later, there was a hasty search to make sure that all the dinosaurs were still accounted for."
Jake pressed a button and an image popped up showing dots all over the island inside the various pens with the words: Motion Tracker in the lower right hand corner.
"Everything was accounted for, except for the three deinonychosaurs. The motion sensors indicated that their pen was completely empty," said Jake. "After rebooting the sensors, the same results came, three dinosaurs were unaccounted for. It's not as though they weren't in their cage, they weren't even on the damn island!"
An image popped up revealing a list of dinosaur names and numbers and next to deinonychosaur it read zero, while down at the bottom the numbers read: 12 dinosaurs accounted for, 15 on hand.
"Naturally the island went into a panic so John Hammond ordered the immediate search of the deinonychosaur pen. Six hours later and there wasn't a single sign of any of them and no break in the fence either. It was then that someone recalled the dinosaurs constantly looking out at the ocean and realization set in. Running to the coast, and thank God they got there in time, because the scientists discovered dinosaur footprints leading to the ocean, but they were slowly vanishing thanks to high tide," said Jake. A photo popped up of the footprints.
"So what did you do?" asked Karrie.
"Naturally we used what helicopters and boats we had to do a sweeping search of the nearby area. We found nothing," said Jake. Some shots appeared of helicopters and boats sweeping the area.
"So eventually we gave up and figured that they all drowned," said Jake.
"So that's what you're afraid of," said Karrie incredulously. "You're afraid that they'll swim off only to drown off the coast?"
"Yes," said Jake nodding. "If the story had ended then and there, but it didn't."
Karrie just looked at him nonplussed. Jake pressed a button showing the front page of a Costa Rican newspaper.
"Three weeks later we got wind off a vacationing couple that got torn in half and eaten somewhere in the jungle. On the whole this really wasn't that strange, it's been known to happen before. However, when the results came in from the autopsies they couldn't link the deaths to any known animals," said Jake. "At that point we began speculating that it might have had something to do with Ingen's operations."
Jake pressed a button on the remote and an image popped up of a research site in Costa Rica with tents set up in the middle of the jungle.
"A couple days later a research team from the United States conducting research on the various species in the area, heard a strange roar emanating from the jungle. They attempted to investigate but could not determine its source," said Jake. "John Hammond learned about this and agreed to fund the rest of their research if they turned over any and all information about this creature that they had gathered. This is that roar."
Jake pressed a button and a roar emanated over the speakers in the room.
"My God," said Karrie suddenly. "That's a deinonychosaur!"
"Yes," said Jake nodding. "Somehow they had survived what we would later term: The Crossing. There were now dinosaurs on the mainland that had survived swimming across part of the Pacific Ocean. They had already killed two people and we couldn't afford to let them kill anymore."
"So what did you do?" asked Karrie beginning to feel her legs get weak.
"Gerry, Sam, Jeff, Henry, and I went to go track that thing down," said Jake. "And put it out of commission."