Anguirus111 Note: The storm in this chapter is not the same as Clarissa, that hurricane will appear at the end of the story.

Morning: A faint layer of fog hung over the interior of the island as Jake sat alone in his office going over some paperwork at the Operations Building as Steviesaurus lay asleep on his desk. As he was filing a couple things away he heard the distant rumble of engines and stopped what he was doing as he stared out his window towards the fog covered village beyond. Three vehicles slowly rumbled into the village through the main entrance and came to a halt as armed personnel left the vehicles and marched across the moat and towards the Operations Building. Jake sighed and nudged Steviesaurus who rumbled discontentment at being woken up.

"Sorry girl, but we're going to have to move soon anyway and I can't afford to have you being fussy when that happens," said Jake. He continued to look over power consumption charts and made tallies on another sheet as there was a knock on his door.

"Come in," said Jake as he began straightening the papers on his desk and throwing some of them into the inbox and some to the out box. He then leaned back in his chair as Dillon entered into the room with some of his vigilantes, all of whom were heavily armed with the standard issue rifles on the island.

"Hello Dillon, folks," said Jake acknowledging their presence as he drilled a staple through a stack of papers. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry Jake," said Dillon apologetically. "But I refuse to stand idly by any longer. I'm seizing control of this island."

"You know, there's not too much of an island left," Jake admitted. Dillon nodded.

"You're right, but I'm doing it anyway," he said. Jake clasped his hands behind his head and propped his feet up on the desk.

"Well, knock yourself out," he said. "Let me know how things turn out."

"I don't think you understand," said Dillon aiming his rifle at him. "I need hostages and I can't afford to have you stop me from taking over this island. Now c'mon, let's go."

Jake looked up at him annoyed. "You're right about one thing, I will stop you. Violence always begets violence, do not forget that."

"Sorry Jake, you're bravado isn't going to work this time," said Dillon. "It's time to go."

"It's not bravado it's the truth," said Jake getting up and picking up Steviesaurus.

"Uh-uh," said Dillon shaking his head. "She stays."

"SHE COMES WITH ME!" Jake shouted angrily. Dillon was slightly taken aback at Jake's ferocity regarding the small dinosaur.

"No, she stays," said Dillon slightly shaken.

"I made a promise to someone that I would keep this dinosaur safe at all costs. If you want me to leave it here then you shoot me otherwise she's coming with us," said Jake emotionless. Dillon quickly weighed his options before deciding on what to do.

"Fine she can come," he said. "Now let's go."

Jake nodded and was escorted out under armed guard with Steviesaurus under his right arm.

"So what's your next move?" Jake asked. "How do you plan to start on digging ourselves deeper into hell?"

"Cute," said Dillon. "But it'll end where it all began."

Auditorium: "Attention everyone," said Dillon over the island wide PA system. "Turn to Channel 4, there's going to be an important announcement in three minutes concerning all of us and our future on this island."

"Oh this oughta be good," Jake laughed even though he was bound to a chair next to the podium with Steviesaurus tied to his lap.

"It will be," Dillon assured him. "It will be."

"Yeah right," said Jake shaking his head.

"What?" demanded Dillon.

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand," said Jake. "Simply put, you can't run this island, it's impossible."

"I don't intend to run this island, I intend to get off of it," said Dillon. Jake rolled his eyes.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" he asked with a snort.

"Convince Ingen that the problems here are greater than they realize and that unless they intervene, this island will no longer be theirs to command with as they please," said Dillon.

"Ingen doesn't negotiate with terrorists," said Jake simply.

"We are not terrorists," said Dillon simply.

"Doesn't matter," said Jake shaking his head. "Ingen can classify you however the hell they want, but rest assured that whatever happens on this island will not leave this island. God, it's like Las Vegas here, shit!"

"We're live," said one of the members of the posse before Dillon could respond to Jake's comment. Dillon just shook his head before addressing the camera.

San Diego: Ludlow and the rest of the board, sans John Hammond, watched the television that was displaying the remote feed from Sorna. The camera focused on Dillon fuzzily before focusing correctly.

"What's going on?" asked Samantha confused. "Why is Jake tied to a chair?"

"We're about to find out," said Lucious Fox calmly as Peter Ludlow sat in silence.

"Hello everyone, hello Pete, I know you're watching this, so listen up," said Dillon leaning forward on the podium. "Effective immediately I have seized control of Isla Sorna."

Half of the board members' jaws dropped while Peter continued to watch emotionless.

"Before you ignored us, but now you have no choice but to deal with our demands," said Dillon. "But before we announce them, let's let our former leader have a few words."

Dillon placed the microphone stand on top of Steviesaurus as Jake looked at the camera.

"I told you this would happen Pete," said Jake. "But you didn't believe me and now I have to deal with your shit. But don't worry, I'll fix it. I always do."

Pete briefly tilted his head towards the screen as he continued watching in silence.

"But know this, whoever's left on this island, if you think Dillon can get us out of this mess, he can't. This island is already gone, nothing can save it now. Ingen or no Ingen, nothing will be able to stop the inevitable at this point, the transfer of power between man and beast on this island is going to happen. In two and a half weeks, we are going to run out of lysine and every dinosaur on the island will go into a hyperactive state. In three weeks, we're going to finally run out of energy reserves and every fence on this island is going to fail. Within a month, the dinosaurs are going to escape their pens thanks to lysine madness and we are going to be running for our lives. Within two and a half months no one is going to be left alive on this island and everything that happened here is going to be a memory. It cannot be stopped, but I can at least do my best to try and ensure that we survive the coming war," said Jake simply. "But if you let Dillon take over, we are all going to be dead within the week and no I'm not joking."

"Don't lie," said Dillon taking the microphone from him. "I do admit things are bleak, but not quite that bleak. Anyway…"

"Get the number crunchers on that right away," said Ludlow finally speaking. Someone nodded and ran off as Dillon rattled off his list of demands. But just as he finished, the whole building began shaking and loud claps of the thunder were heard as the board watched the image dissolve into static.

"What's going on?" asked Lucious. A technician ran in with a weather map.

"There's a tropical storm in the South Pacific," he said laying down the map. "And it looks like it just hit Sorna."

"What do we do?" asked Samantha. "We can't leave them to die!"

"We can do nothing," said Ludlow. "We do not negotiate with terrorists under and circumstances.

"But-"

"If or when Jake reacquires control of the island, then we will decide what to do," said Ludlow.

"We can't sit still and do nothing!" shouted Samantha.

"On the contrary," said Ludlow. "That is exactly what we are going to do. In order to help them would be to strain our resources too far and we have more important matters at hand."

Ludlow turned around in his chair and opened a dossier revealing photos of Ian Malcolm as well as several pieces of paper dictating his actions to reveal the truth of what happened on Isla Nublar.

"Mr. Malcolm is about to meet with a tragic end," he said simply.

Sorna: The whole building shook as severe gusts of wind hammered the outside of the building as the skies turned fiercely gray.

"The hell is going on?" demanded Dillon.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jake asked still tied to the chair. "It's a tropical storm."

"What?" shouted someone. "Why didn't you say anything sooner? We have a warning system set up for this sort of thing!"

"You're right we do," said Jake nodding. "Unfortunately, I had to cut power to the island's atmospheric sensors in order to compensate for the power drain from increased use of the computers and televisions to alleviate the scientists' boredom due to the cancellation of The Dinosaur Revivification Program. So we have been without atmospheric sensors for two months and believe me when I say I think it's a miracle that we haven't been hit with anything worse than a mild rainstorm considering our geographic location."

"But you knew it was coming!" protested someone else.

"Yeah, but not before this morning, I got a fax from an old acquaintance, John Brown, who promised me that should anything bad happen, he'd let me know. Apparently this was one of those instances thank God," said Jake as rain began smashing hard against the windows outside. "Guess your plans for supremacy have to be put on hold for a little bit."

"What do we do?" someone asked helplessly.

"If we can't have this island, we're leaving it!" said Dillon angrily. "Let's go."

"What about me?" Jake protested.

"Someone should come here soon enough to untie you. Until then, it's been fun Jake," said Dillon leaving with the rest. Jake watched them go silently before turning to Steviesaurus still tied to his lap.

"Quit being lazy and cut me loose," he said.

"No," said Steviesaurus.

"Not again!" Jake shouted. Suddenly Gerry appeared laughing behind the curtain on the stage.

"Yes again," he said beginning to untie him.

"I'm gonna get you for this. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and you're gonna burn in hell," said Jake as Gerry finished cutting him loose.

"Let's just get out of here before they decide to come back for you," said Gerry.

"Did you do everything I asked?" Jake asked.

"Done and done, we just need to get to the dock before they do," said Gerry as they headed towards the main doors as water began pouring in from outside through the open door where a couple parkas were waiting for them. They quickly threw them on and ran out into the rain and were immediately pelted as extreme gusts of wind blew through the compound blowing smaller trees and shrubs everywhere. In the distance they could just make out the last vehicle in Dillon's convoy vanish around the corner from the compound. Jake growled before both continued towards the car garage. Both entered into it and advanced towards Jake's V-8 Interceptor. They both got in as Jake produced the key and twisted the ignition as the car roared to life.

"It's times like these I'm glad I decided to make this car 'Road Warrior' configuration," said Jake as he secured Steviesaurus in the back. "The lack of the bottom shell will make driving around in this weather that much easier."

"Quit the commentary," said Gerry. "Let's go!"

Jake nodded and slammed his foot down on the accelerator as the car surged forward into the weather torn scene. The car smashed through the front gates before Jake turned on the lights and the car moved down the road.

"You think this car can take the long way and still get there faster?" asked Gerry looking out at the trees being whipped back and forth out the window as the car nearly spun out before Jake gained control.

"Just keep your eyes on the fences, the instant those lights die, we're finding a bunker and staying there," said Jake as he pulled the button located on the shifter and the car accelerated even faster as the supercharger kicked in.

"You think the fences are going to fail," Gerry stated.

"I know they're going to fail," said Jake grimly. "It's just a question of when."

"Shouldn't the lightning rods help out in this situation?" Gerry asked.

"You know those are only a temporary solution," said Jake. "The power is still going to fail, nothing can change that now. Well nothing short of shutting the power off for six months, but it'd still be the same end result, the dinos are loose and we're all dead."

"Not to mention their potentially breeding capabilities," Gerry surmised.

"Things are going to change dearly after this," Jake grumbled as he twisted the wheel and the car zoomed off the road plunged down the side of a hill.

"Well if we somehow survive this I'll see that it does," said Gerry as the car began rattling from the moving over broken terrain before hitting the bottom of the hill and accelerating down a water soaked field.

"We both will," said Jake as the car smashed through a pair of shrubbery at the end of the field and back onto the road.

Docks: The Interceptor roared to a halt and Jake and Gerry got out and fought their way through the blinding rain towards the building beyond.

"Is everything set up?" asked Jake as they finally managed to get out of the rain and take off their parkas. They both advanced into the warehouse filled with dozens of crates and boat parts.

"Yes," Gerry confirmed. "But are you sure this is a good idea?"

"No," said Jake. "But this will at least force us to confront our problems. And if worse comes to worse there's always other ways to get off this island."

"Yeah," laughed Gerry. "Swim."

Jake said nothing but just walked up the steps to the control booth beyond.

Outside: The convoy rumbled to a halt amidst the rain as lightning bolts flashed by angrily overhead. The team got out amidst the rainstorm before they noticed the Interceptor parked outside.

"That Jake," said Dillon. "He's always leaving his toys lying around."

"How do we know he didn't escape and get here first?" someone asked as they tried to withstand the heavy wind and rain as Dillon opened the door and began rummaging through the car.

"He did," said Dillon hauling out Steviesaurus. "C'mon let's go find him."

The group cocked their weapons and proceeded into the nearest warehouse as more lightning bolts continued flying by directly overhead until one smashed into a tree and flames leapt up and began to chew up the nearby forest. The team entered into the warehouse and instantly fanned out amidst the crates.

"Jake I know you're here," shouted Dillon as he held Steviesaurus by her bony frill as she began bleating at him. "I've got your dinosaur."

Jake and Gerry were up in the control booth and watched the group below.

"Damn," Jake seethed. "I didn't bring her in because I figured she'd just get in our way. Now she isn't and yet she is."

"Put your feelings aside, we can't let them leave this island," said Gerry snapping up his assault rifle he had taken from the crate back on Sorna.

"Yeah, if one thinks they can break the rules they'll all think they can break the rules," Jake agreed. "Then we'll never get anything done around here, we have to know if those dinos can breed or not."

"So what do we do about them?" asked Gerry.

"Divide and conquer," said Jake pulling out his tranq gun and a headset keyed into the warehouse's speakers.

"Right," said Gerry nodding. They both went their separate ways.

Down below the group were fanning out amidst the crates.

"Jake, quit playing the silent game and come on out," said Dillon.

"Why?" asked Jake over the speakers. Dillon jumped but quickly calmed down.

"We just want to talk," said Dillon. "You know if you're pissed about the whole tying up thing I'm sorry."

"Let the dinosaur go and then we'll talk," said Jake. A dart flew out and smacked a worker in the neck and he dropped like a rock.

"No I think she'll stay with me," said Dillon continuing to walk through the crates. Another dart flew out and dropped another worker.

"Suit yourself," said Jake. "But she can be a hassle."

"I can tell," said Dillon trying to keep the fidgeting dinosaur still. Another soldier dropped this time right in front of Dillon.

"Sorry Jake I had to do this but," began Dillon as he began firing in every direction he could with his rifle. Crates exploded everywhere as Jake and Gerry both hit the ground to avoid the bullets.

"You idiot you're going to kill us all!" shouted Jake.

"I'd rather die than spend another moment on this godforsaken island!" shouted Dillon as he loaded more shells into his rifle. Jake and Gerry had both landed near each other and looked over to see one of the gas tanks leaking gasoline from several bullet holes.

"Oh shit," they both said before they got up and ran in different directions. Dillon fired again and one flew into the gas tanks again and it exploded blasting a large hole in the side of the warehouse and instantly wind and rain began flooding into the building with the fire visible in the background.

"Guys let's move out!" shouted Dillon heading for the still scorching hole. The remaining seven members hurried after him nervously before two of them were picked off by Jake and Gerry. They dropped and the remaining workers fired a few shots back into the building before emerging into the even worse weather and headed for the docks with the three remaining boats.

"We'll take the farthest one," said Dillon. "This weather should cut out soon and then it'll be smooth sailing."

The others nodded nervously while Jake and Gerry emerged from the warehouse guns drawn.

"That's as far as you go Dillon," said Jake as the wind threatened to toss them off of their feet.

"No Jake, I'm leaving and you can't stop me or she gets it," said Dillon pressing the rifle against Steviesaurus' neck.

"And I can't afford to let you leave this island," said Jake. "Gerry."

Gerry nodded and pulled out a small cylindrical rod.

"Last chance, surrender," said Jake as a lightning flashed by overhead.

"No," said Dillon making a move to leave. Gerry pressed a button on the rod and the boats all exploded one after the next down the dock.

"What the hell did you do?" demanded Dillon.

"My job," shouted Jake over the howl of the storm. But at that moment, a lightning bolt snaked its way downward and it hit the ground causing an explosion that knocked everyone off of their feet. The group laid there dazed for a few moments before Dillon stumbled to his feet and limped his way back to his truck. Jake growled and pushed himself off of the ground and stumbled his way after him. Dillon meanwhile had managed to ease his injured body into the truck and set the unconscious Steviesaurus into the passenger's seat as he turned the car on and roared off down the road as Jake headed for his Interceptor.

"What're you doing?" Gerry demanded, getting to his feet.

"Take care of them," said Jake pointing to the unconscious members. "I'll deal with this."

"It's not worth it," said Gerry. "He can't do anything on his own now."

"I don't care about him!" shouted Jake. "Steviesaurus is the only thing keeping me sane on this island and if she's gone then I'll loose it."

With that he shut the door and gunned the engine and the car chewed up mud before it tore off after the escaping truck. Gerry opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and just grumbled and shook his head.

Dirt Road: Fire leapt up on both sides of the road as the forest was burning heavily when the two vehicles tore down the road one after the other.

"You're crazy Jake," Dillon grumbled as he continued pressing the accelerator down further and further as the Interceptor kept dogging on his tail. Dillon groaned and grabbed his rifle and swung it over his shoulder and fired, but the gun clicked empty.

"Damnit," said Dillon as the Interceptor slammed into the back of the truck nearly causing it to spin out.

"Not today Jake, not today," said Dillon as he twisted the wheel and the truck roared over the edge of the hill they were traveling over. The Interceptor followed suit and went airborne before both crashed down onto the ground running parallel to a heavily barred fence. A roar was soon heard over both the roar of the engine and the storm as the massive Spinosaurus appeared and ran parallel to the two vehicles as electricity arced from the fence to hit the thing. Jake shook his head and hit the supercharger pulley, but to his horror, the engine cut out on him and the car rolled to a halt.

"Damnit," said Jake trying to get the engine to turn back over to no avail as the truck stopped nearby and Dillon emerged with Steviesaurus and ran into a nearby building standing on the lip of a massive valley. Jake grabbed his rifle and chased after him as a massive lightning bolt slammed into the spinosaurus causing it to collapse unconscious. Jake promptly ran to the building and emerged inside to hear the clattering of steps down a stairwell in the center of the room. He was about to follow when he realized where he was thanks to the sign on the wall.

"Pteranodon Pit, enter at your own risk," said Jake. "Shit. Now what the hell does he want here?"

Jake ran to the side of the building and looked out through the binocular stand that was there. Craning down he noticed a boat still tethered to the dock outside of the birdcage. Jake groaned and raced down the stairs despite the inherent danger. The Pteranodons would not attack unless they hadn't been recently fed, but unfortunately Jake did not know when that had last been due to the lack of personnel. Down below, Dillon was hurrying as quickly as he could to avoid the pteranodons that frequented the area and hoped he could reach the bottom and level and escape out the door before they caught up with him. In the background he heard silent clattering of feet against metal, but he quickly put it off as Jake in order to avoid panic. Steviesaurus meanwhile had gone completely silent and looked nervous, which didn't help Dillon's confidence at all. As he raced down another catwalk, a large thud was heard and the walkway shook. Dillon looked around nervously and held up Steviesaurus in an attempt at bait. Realizing he couldn't afford to stay still, he tore off another corridor as a dart wizzed by his ear and ricocheted off of a nearby rock. Dillon risked a quick glance behind him to see Jake hobbling after him after having apparently leapt onto the walkway from above. Dillon scowled but continued running as Jake took off after him. They both tore down steps and walkways, each listening intently for the sound of rustling wings through the mist. At this point, Jake was angry that he'd decided to cut power to the fans that left this place moisture free, but if hadn't then some other dinosaur might've escaped their pen and wreaked havoc.

"You can't win," said Dillon back to him.

"If you don't stop, we're both going to loose," said Jake checking his remaining three darts.

"That's fine for me," said Dillon. "You're going to run out of darts eventually and I know you won't use deadly force against me."

"In order to preserve order on this island I will do what's necessary," Jake said back.

"I'll believe it when I see it," said Dillon. Suddenly a massive wake slammed into them knocking them to the deck as a rustling was heard directly over their heads. Jake fired a couple shots from his rifle but nothing came of it.

"You dead?" asked Dillon.

"No," said Jake. "You?"

A clattering of metal was heard and Jake leapt to his feet and chased after him again as more rustling was heard all around them. Both of them continued their speed until both emerged from the mist that permeated the upper levels. As they both ran down a long catwalk, a loud screech was heard and both looked up to see a pair of pteranodons diving straight towards them. Jake opened fire as Dillon ran for it. The bullets slammed into the two pterandons and they dropped to the catwalk dead as more appeared from all around them. Jake continued chasing after Dillon as a pair of the flying dinosaurs landed on the catwalk below them and began slowly walking towards them. Seeing his options, Dillon dropped Steviesaurus onto the walkway and leapt off the catwalk and into the river below. One of the pteranodons took to the sky while the other stalked the small protoceratops who ran away from the dinosaur. Jake continued his pace as the pteranodon began walking faster along the catwalk. He aimed his rifle at the beast and fired, but the chamber came up empty so Jake chucked the rifle at the dinosaur that took it to the head and fell over backwards in a daze. Jake leapt over the railing and slammed down onto the lower catwalk as Steviesaurus bounded into him happily.

"Hey girl, you miss me?" Jake asked the dinosaur. Pulling himself to his feet he looked up to see the top of the birdcage in the distance as well as a pair of pteranodons soaring high overhead before looking down at the river below him.

"I hope you can swim girl," said Jake as he leapt over the side of the rail and splashed into the water below. Jake promptly tore off down the river after Dillon who was having his own issues fighting off the pteranodons who were buzzing him. Jake just shook his head and made his way as best he could to the only exit on the ground level. Jake chased after him as more pteranodons soared by left and right. Jake emptied his dart gun and dropped the gun in the water as he dove to the ground while a couple pteranodons soared by way overhead of him.

"The Hell?" wondered Jake before he realized that he wasn't the target of this attack.

"Dillon drop!" shouted Jake as the two dinosaurs came straight at the ex-scientist.

"Fuck you!" shoutedDillon as he finally reached the exit door. "I'm outta…AAH!"

One of the two pteranodons grabbed him and pulled a quick twist and soared off into the sky narrowly avoiding the fence that wasn't electrified anyway. Jake watched helplessly as he was carried off but knew there wasn't anything that could be done. Jake ran to the exit at breakneck speed as another pteranodon came in for the kill. Jake shoved open the door and leapt through it as the pteranodon slammed into the small passageway and dropped to the ground. Jake kicked the door shut and it locked as he lay there panting on the ground with Steviesaurus cradled under his arms.

"You're not worth it," said Jake to the dino who just licked his face happily. Jake laughed and set his head down on the ground asleep as the storm overhead finally broke and a rainbow appeared over their heads.