Anguirus111 Note: I'm in all likelihood going to completely rewrite Chapter 6 of Jurassic Park: Demons of the Past in order to make Regis' report mesh better with this story. I wasn't exactly happy about that chapter to begin with and now it'll hopefully be better. Oh yeah, here's a tantalizing tidbit, if I ever get around to writing Jurassic Park: Demons Forever, the sequel to Demons of the Past it'd feature a massive battle between dinos and humans in their attempt to bring Sorna back under control.
Sorna, Morning: After spending the night sleeping in his car, Jake pulled the Interceptor rolled into the Operations Village as the semi-truck was finally being offloaded of all of its weaponry provided by Pacific Pharmaceuticals. As Jake pulled up next to the truck, he saw Ed Regis watching the weaponry being hauled into the Operations Building.
"My God," said Regis in shock as Jake approached. "What is going on here are you expecting some kind of war?"
"Yes," said Jake simply.
"Against who?" asked Regis.
"Them," explained Jake simply as he grabbed one of the final crates and walked into the building with it. He set it down amidst the others as Gerry and Sam sorted through them placing all the like weapons in a pile on a group of tables. Regis picked up an EMP rifle and looked at it shocked.
"I heard about this weapon on the news the other day," he said in shock. "It was developed by the military but was scrapped because it was deemed 'too dangerous' because it shot out pieces of metal at nearly the speed of light."
"Yeah, it's got a diffuser, its pro-grade dude," explained Stormy.
"How the hell did you get your hands on this?" demanded Regis. "You couldn't have picked this up at any gun shop!"
"I know some people, who know some people, who know people in the Black Market," Jake said, somewhat lying, John did know black marketers but the gun wasn't obtained that way.
"I don't believe this," said Regis with disgust as he dropped the gun on the table. Stormy meanwhile picked the gun up and aimed it out the open window and pulled the trigger, blowing a nearby tree into the air before it came crashing down. Jake whistled as he walked over to the window.
"Maybe we can try and take out the Spino with that," he said. "It is probably one of the most dangerous creatures on this island. Save for the Dimetrodon."
"I'm keeping this," said Stormy ending that line of thought as he cradled the weapon close to him and he took off before anyone could protest. Regis just shook his head incredulously as he took out his camera and began filming the crates and their contents.
"And you intend on using all this?" Regis asked.
"You got that right," said Gerry pulling out an M-16 and checking its barrel.
"To hunt dinosaurs," Regis reasoned.
"Not anymore," said Jake solemnly. "It's too late for that. Now our only option is to defend ourselves."
"From what?" asked Regis still not getting it.
"I already told you!" Jake shouted angrily. "Them!"
"The dinos?" asked Regis finally. Jake nodded his head.
"Yeah," he said coolly.
"I don't understand, I thought they're kept in their pens by the electrical fences," said Regis confused. Laughter erupted from the few workers in the room.
"What's so funny?" Regis demanded still not liking to be the brunt of all the jokes.
"You think those fences are going to stay powered forever?" asked Gerry incredulously. "If you did your research you'd realize that this island was never intended to hold dinosaurs for anything more than a few weeks. It's been a little over four months since Nublar collapsed and even then we'd had several dinosaurs here that had matured for weeks prior to that in the pens. But that power has been overtaxed too much with the continued loss of personnel and us being both unable to maintain most basic facilities while engaging in a desperate attempt to keep the fences powered up."
"But this place operates on geothermal power," Regis recalled. "It was never meant to need replenishing."
"Just because it doesn't need replenishing doesn't mean it can't be overtaxed," said Sam appearing as he dried his hands with a towel. "The power source will always be there but if we're consuming power faster than it can be produced then…"
"We're screwed," Jake completed as he leaned against one of the tables and crossed his arms. "Even more so when you consider what is on the other side of those fences."
"That is why we had to take steps to divert us much power as we could from fences that wouldn't need it anymore to fences that really do need it," Jake explained.
"And what gave you that right?" asked Regis.
"Project E.L.E.," Jake said simply. Regis dropped his camera.
"What is that?" he said. "I read about rumors circulating about an Ellie but it never said who or what that was."
"It's a last ditch effort to save ourselves when the lysine contingency is in danger of failing," said Gerry as he began sorting out the clips for the various weapons.
"I think this is for you," he said to Jake as he tossed him a box of revolver bullets. Jake grinned lightly as he pulled out his Long Colt and snapped open the barrel and loaded six bullets into the cylinder before spinning it and snapping the gun closed before holstering it.
"The lysine contingency is in danger of failing?" asked Regis worried. "Why wasn't I told about this?"
"Because The Company doesn't want it to be known," said Jake bitterly. "It's because if this island doesn't exist, if its personnel and assets do not exist, then how can Ingen support any such island? They can't, that's the point."
"Unbelievable," said Regis shaking his head as he picked up his camera again. "Isn't that illegal for the company to be doing that?"
"Again," said Jake. "We don't exist."
Regis' eyes went wide-open at that declaration.
"Damn," he said simply.
"There you go," Jake said apologetically. "But it's all good, we're going to die here anyway so it's not like it matters."
"How can you say that?" Regis accused. "When I get back I'll make sure that something is done around here."
"Even if you could it won't make any difference," said Gerry.
"Again-," Regis began protesting.
"The fences are going to fail in a week," Jake said ending his protest. "So in the end we're all going to be dead before any help gets out here."
"A week!" shouted Regis. "You've got to get out of here now!"
"We can't!" Gerry shot back. "If we do then A1 was only the beginning!"
Regis shut up at that, even he knew about A1, everyone who had been working at Ingen at that time did.
"Wait, but the Lysine Contingency," because Regis trying to understand what he was missing.
"Has failed," Jake completed. "Because the dinos can breed."
Regis' eyes somehow bugged out even wider than before as his jaw dropped.
"B-b-b-," he began to protest incoherently before collapsing on a nearby chair in shock.
"Imagine my reaction," said Jake sympathetically. "Course I didn't have much time to dwell on it given the already desperate circumstances."
"Proof?" asked Regis weakly.
"It's in my office," said Jake helping the HR man up and helped him walk to his office as Gerry followed. They entered and Regis dropped down on the couch as Jake walked over to his portable refrigerator.
"Where's Steviesaurus?" asked Gerry looking around for the baby protoceratops.
"She's around somewhere," Jake said as he opened the fridge to pull out a cooler. He then pulled out his desk drawer and handed Regis and Gerry a protective mask to cover their nose and mouth.
"I hope this doesn't smell," said Jake as he put on his own. "We can't exactly cryogenically freeze something this big and we don't have enough amber or time to pull the ol' mosquito trick."
Jake popped open the cooler and gently took out the baby Pteranodon and showed it to Regis who shakily picked up his camera and taped it.
"I've been too afraid to run lysine tests on it," Jake admitted a little bit scared. "But it stands to reason that since the lysine contingency was something that we artificially introduced that it wouldn't stick around through subsequent generations. And there you pretty much have it. The dinosaurs are about to go lysine mad, they can now breed lysine producing offspring, and the fences are going to fail in a week. Three very big strikes against us and we're completely out of time."
"I'm sorry I overreacted to the killing of the dinosaurs," Regis admitted. "I was wrong you have every right to be doing this."
"If only that was the only thing we're doing," said Jake to heavens. "C'mon I have something to show you."
"What?" Regis asked getting up. Jake looked at him solemnly.
"Something terrible," was all that the scientist answered with. He looked at Gerry who shrugged and then they left the room. They marched down to the black metal door.
"Beyond this door you will see things that will confuse and sicken you," said Jake. "But know that if we didn't do this now, it'd only have hurt us in the long run."
Jake pressed the release on the door and it shot open revealing the contents inside.
"Oh my God," said Regis yet again as he saw the horrific scene within. Inside were various dinos in states of decay as well as various body parts lying everywhere as the floor was covered in blood.
"What the hell is all this?" the HR man ranted.
"The second phase of E.L.E., discovering the dinos weak points to hit and hit hard," said Jake calmly.
"You have to go to this extreme just to find all of that out?" Regis shouted.
"No," Jake admitted. "No we didn't. But we had to."
"What?" said Regis confused.
"We had to do this because we had to get revenge," said Gerry darkly.
"Revenge for what?" asked Regis as he continued filming the room as the five scientists in the room stopped what they were doing and watched the conversation.
"For what they did to us," said one of the blood drenched scientists. "For making our lives a living hell."
"Nublar falling to the dinos, them coming after us every chance they get, the knowledge that this island too will fall to them, it's just too much," said Gerry. "I have to give credit to Jake though. Out of all of us he has the most reason to hate them yet has done the least in the killings."
"Yeah but you forget that I authorized all of this," said Jake pointing to the room. "The rest of you can claim you were following orders, I can't. I've gotten no orders from Ingen over the past four months save for recall notices. So I was left with no choice but to go it alone and hope for the best. Every decision I've made has been towards the survival of the personnel on this island and not the…assets."
"And why not?" asked Regis filming him. "Why aren't you operating with the dinos interests in mind as well?"
"Because we made them, we patented them, we own them," said Jake harshly. "A creature that exists because we made it exist is ours to do with as we see fit. And when it comes down to it, if it's their lives against ours, we have the priority here."
"This," Regis stammered. "This is all wrong. Why are you doing this? This is genocide!"
"Look, you haven't been here as long as I have! You haven't listened to their roars 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the past several years. This kind of stuff wears down on you until the point that you can't hold out any longer and you snap and I've lived too long and seen too much. I've seen friends and colleagues slaughtered by these things, I've seen them take away my job and everyone I've ever known and I have been powerless to do anything about it," said Jake beginning to tear up. "I'm reminded of something Colonel Kurtz once said when he remarked 'I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment because it's judgment that defeats us."
"And just like Apocalypse Now you're repeating the mistakes that those characters made," Regis shot back. "Santyanna says that those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it yet you seem to have taken the route of when he said that a fanatic is someone who redoubles his efforts while loosing sight of his goal."
"I make no excuses for what we've done here," said Jake shaking his head. "I myself am on the verge of mentally breaking apart over this. I have recurring hallucinations of being admonished by my friend Jeffrey, who died at their hands. He says that what I've done is unforgivable and he's right. I'll never be able to repent for the sins that I have committed on this island and that's a cross I have no choice but to bear for the rest of my life. But if it means that what I've done today will spare at least one life then it was all worth it."
"If you left the alone they might very well have left you alone after the fences fail," Regis protested.
"No," said Gerry shaking his head. "No they wouldn't."
"And why not?" asked Regis.
"Because they're dinosaurs, it's their nature," said Jake as he realized they were still in the room and exited with Gerry and Regis before he shut the door. "We made them that way it'd almost be criminal if they didn't."
"That's why we've been busy prepping this island for the coming battle," said Gerry. "The whole Workers Village is rigged to explode should we still be here and the dinos are beginning to force their way in and we've got multiple fallback points in an attempt to keep the island's interior as secure as possible."
"What other deterrents have you set up?" asked Regis wanting to know just what they had done to this island to report back to his superiors.
"We've used what explosives we have left to mine most of the roads leading out of here, mines that we'll activate once the fences fail and we've run out of places to fall back to. We've set up multiple escape points from the various buildings in the Village, and an escape route from the Village itself when we set it to blow and have several places to hopefully hide out until help finally arrives, bunkers protected by mobile sentry guns designed to take out anything that moves. Provided help comes at all," said Gerry bitterly.
"How long can you hold out once the fences go?" asked Regis filming a map on a nearby table indicating all the defensive positions on the island.
"We don't know," said Jake honestly. "We hope at least a few weeks but what really happens after those fences fail is anyone's guess."
"How many casualties are you expecting as a result of this plan…HSWS?" asked Regis reading the sheet. Gerry chuckled at the acronym as Jake stood there solemnly.
"I'll be honest, 100 casualties are to be expected. Whether that happens I don't know, but I'll do my damndest to see that not even 1 goes," he said determined. "But look, regardless of what you think about us, the shit is going to hit the fan in four days and we could really use your help here if you want to."
"Unbelievable," said Regis not sure how to take any of this. He'd just gotten over the workers hunting the dinosaurs before he had received two more bombshells that he wasn't sure how to deal with. Clearly what was going on here would be wrong under ordinary circumstances, but these were hardly ordinary circumstances and as he thought about it, Regis wasn't positive that he wouldn't be acting in the same manner as Jake. The scientist was right, he hadn't been here and he hadn't seen things go from bad to worse here. He had seen how things had gone back home so here it's must've been much worse. So he just sighed again and lowered his camera.
"Four days huh?" asked Regis.
"That's right," Jake acknowledged as he leaned over the desk. Regis sighed again. He knew he had only option that he could take.
"So what can I do?" he asked finally, shutting off the videocamera.