Nighttime, Isla Sorna: It was storming like it always did outside as Jake Whitacre sat in his office eating some ramen noodles and laughing his head off as Henry explained his conversation with Ian Malcolm earlier that day on Nublar.
"The gall of that man," Henry complained. "I think with my Ph.D. in genetics and bioengineering that I would know more about dinosaurs breeding than he would."
"Ah, that theory is his meal ticket, he has to bring it up at every opportunity," said Jake. "Besides, it's not as if he had any particular proof of 'life finding a way'."
"True," Henry conceded as he looked at the television on the far wall that was showing a new episode of the X-Files but was constantly fuzzing with every lightning bolt. "Focus!"
He hit the TV once and was about to hit it again when Sam appeared in the doorway, a little concerned.
"Hey, Sam, what's up?" asked Jake. "I trust none of the fences have been wrecked by this storm?"
"No, although the dimetrodons are testing the fences again," the man complained. The dimetrodons were similar to the raptors and deinonychosaurs in their desire to escape their enclosure, the difference being the raptors and deinonychosaurs knew when to give up and they didn't. "But anyway, you know how we set up that communication stuff earlier today? Well we figured we'd try and synch up with the computers on Jurassic Park tonight, but it's the darndest thing, we can't seem to get a hold of Nublar."
Jake's expression narrowed at that. "Is nobody picking up?"
Sam shook his head. "No, we can't get through at all. Whenever we try and call them, the line is just…dead."
"Well is it a problem on our end; have you tried contacting Danielle on Indigo?" asked Henry curious. Danielle St. Ives was the one in charge of Isla Indigo, which was basically InGen's equivalent of customs for anything coming and leaving Sorna and Nublar. Once the park opened, it was intended to also be the equivalent of the front gates of a theme park as visitors would be thoroughly briefed on Jurassic Park before being sent over.
"Yeah and we can reach her no problem, but she can't reach Nublar either," Sam responded. "I was thinking about calling San Diego, but wanted to hear your advice first."
Sam Stone was technically in charge of the island, but informally he just managed the support personnel while Jake managed the scientists unless Henry was around and then he was in charge of the scientists.
"It's probably nothing," Jake figured. "They still are having automation problems over there, which is why Ray is there helping out and not here where he's assigned. Something probably broke down and they'll have it fixed once the storm passes."
"Yeah, when I was over there I think they were having issues of all types, like the lights on the tour vehicles being on," Henry said, amused. "Besides, SOP states that if contact is lost with any of the islands that we give them a grace period of 36 hours before raising the alarm."
"Well because of the tour, how about we give them until tomorrow afternoon and then we'll send a chopper or a boat if we haven't heard from them," Jake suggested. "Besides, we can't send anybody right now in this storm, the boat almost didn't make it here as I recall before heading for Indigo and then Costa Rica."
Sam nodded, a little more relieved. "Yeah, that's what we'll do. It is probably nothing. I guess I'm just jumping at ghosts."
Jake and Henry shot him a smile and then the operations manager left the room.
"It is nothing, right?" asked Henry a little concerned. Jake shrugged as he tried to figure out what he'd missed of the episode on the TV.
"Maybe, maybe not, but there's no point worrying about it until we know for sure," Jake figured. "Henry, we'll be fine. Trust me."
Henry nodded his head and took a bite of his sandwich as the two continued watching their show.
On Nublar, a Tyrannosaurus Rex escaped its enclosure and descended on two unfortunate tour vehicles parked nearby.
Morning: Henry and Jake were sitting in the lobby of the administration building as Henry read through the reports on the DX virus that had gone rampant and finally been contained.
"Prions from eating the ground up sheep chuck, no wonder we couldn't figure out what was wrong," Henry mused aloud. Jake took a sip from his coffee and yawned loudly.
"Hey, we're many things but we're not veterinarians. I'm just glad Gerry still has connections at the San Diego Zoo who helped us out with this one," he confessed before a thought occurred to him. "Hey, where is Gerry, I thought he was coming back on the boat?"
Henry hadn't realized that fact until now. "Maybe he stayed behind or went on his way to Costa Rica with his daughter and will be back soon."
Jake nodded and then saw Sam walking past.
"Anything?" he asked of Nublar. Sam shook his head and Jake and Henry were both a little troubled by the continued silence from the island.
"Maybe we should-," began Henry when Jake shook his head.
"You know Hammond would get on our cases for being alarmists just like with the Do Not Ship List," Jake reminded him, trying to play it off. Henry sighed and agreed to let it go for now.
"Kevin's preparing the helicopter just in case," Sam informed them and then headed off.
"And I think I'll try and get some work done," said Jake, anxious to get his mind off of the things his imagination were telling him were happening on Nublar.
"I will too," said Henry closing the dossier and heading off with him to the small lab they had in the administration building.
On Nublar, the main power was cut. The Velociraptors subsequently escaped into the jungle.
Sorna: Jake and Henry were in Sam's Office enjoying their lunches as Kevin, their chief pilot, was on the roof finishing the final checklist on the helicopter to take off for Nublar.
"Damned peculiar," said Sam looking at his one phone that was a direct line to Nublar.
"Well we'll know soon enough," answered Jake as he could hear the helicopter starting up on the roof. He then reached for his water and was gulping it down when the phone suddenly rang and he did a spit take. It was the phone to Jurassic Park and Sam lunged at it and picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked into it with trepidation. "Oh, Mr. Hammond it's great to hear from you, we were getting a little worried over here. What? Oh, yes, sure, absolutely. Kevin's on his way now. Okay, goodbye."
Sam hung up the phone and looked at the other two mystified before ringing the helipad.
"Kev, we got the call, get going," he said into it. A few moments later and the copter could be heard taking off.
"Well?" asked Henry and Jake after a few moments of silence.
"He just calmly asked for a helicopter be sent to Nublar, that was it," said the head of operations at a loss.
"Well that's not much to go on," voiced Henry aloud. Jake tapped his finger against the side of his head.
"The caller ID should have the number he called from so let's trace it," Jake told them as he reached for a binder on Sam's shelf and began flipping through it as Sam read off the number. Thankfully there weren't too many numbers currently listed under Nublar and soon the scientist found it and the color drained from his and the others faces as they looked at the descriptor which read: Emergency Bunker #3.
On Nublar, a Velociraptor was flung into a skeleton as a Tyrannosaur reigned supreme while a helicopter departed leaving the island forever behind.
Sorna: Jake, Henry and some of the workers were standing around the helipad eagerly awaiting the arrival of the helicopter from Nublar. Despite their best intentions not to spill anything, rumors were somehow making their way around the island that something bad had happened on Jurassic Park over the weekend.
"Look, it doesn't matter how bad things were, as long as we have Sorna and Indigo, we'll be fine," Jake insisted to the workers who were looking at him expectantly. "Back when Jurassic Park was having problems, Hammond would always say: 'this is just a momentary setback, all major theme parks have delays'. He's right."
The workers didn't seem satisfied by this but the sound of a helicopter approaching diverted their attention as well as the workers in the village below and it became absolutely silent as the blue and silver helicopter soared over the village and made a quick loop before setting down in front of them. As the blades slowly came to a stop, Jake snapped his fingers and pointed and the medical team moved towards the helicopter as the door opened.
A few moments of talking and the team moved past Jake with Ian Malcolm strapped down having been severally mangled and unconscious from several morphine shots as Jake and Henry exchanged a silent look of trepidation. Next came Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler who led Tim and Alexis Murphy out and they looked confused at their new surroundings before Henry approached them and gave them instructions to head downstairs. They too looked shaken by their ordeal.
Then one final passenger emerged from the helicopter clad in white like he always was, the founder and CEO of InGen BioEngineering, John Hammond.
"Hi, John," said Jake walking up to him as Henry did as well. The CEO was completely frazzled and he nodded at their greeting Normally he was upbeat about any problems that might come along, but his currently haunted expression unsettled them both. Sam meanwhile had just arrived from finishing preparations with Dr. Roberta Carter, the resident MD at the Cretaceous Clinic and had rushed back to the helipad as fast as he could. Upon seeing Malcolm's state downstairs he'd rushed even faster and was now out of breath.
"I would rather talk about it later, I haven't slept in some time and so…," Hammond trailed off, sounding weaker by the minute.
"Of course, boss, of course," said Henry knowing that now was not the time to push him. He motioned to a couple of workers who came in and draped a blanket over him and quietly led him downstairs to be taken to the nearby lodge.
And then their eyes turned to Kevin who was taking off his headset having exited the cockpit as the blades finally came to a halt.
"What's going on, Kev, aren't you going back for the rest?" Jake asked. The pilot shook his head, a little shell shocked.
"There is no rest, that was it," he responded as the jaws dropped on Sam, Jake and Henry. "When I landed, all I found was one badly damaged JP jeep and the survivors that just got off. I asked if there was anyone else coming and was told to take off."
"My God…," said Sam stunned at the loss of their coworkers. "Did anyone say what happened?"
"I was too busy flying to shut off the microphone in the cabin, but even so there was nothing but silence the whole way back here," Kevin confessed, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I also didn't get a chance to fly over the island, so only the survivors could give us an idea what really happened. But I don't think we'll be getting it today."
The sun had nearly set on the horizon behind them and all three turned to look out at the yellow glow.
"You'd better call San Diego, tell Petey all we know," Jake advised Sam. The head of operations had a reluctant look at having to make that phone call to Peter Ludlow, the COO of InGen and Hammond's nephew, but he nodded his head. He was about to head downstairs when another thought entered his head.
"Do you think we should prep the DRTs?" Sam had to ask. The DRT was the acronym for the Dinosaur Recovery Team, which was the equivalent of a SWAT team specially trained to handle loose dinosaurs. They had been a special project Jake had initially come up with the idea for after the A-1 incident in case it ever happened again.
"I don't think they're equipped to retake a whole island," Jake pointed out.
"I was thinking more along the lines of recovering sensitive data over there," his friend reminded him. It was only at that point that Henry and Jake realized that Nublar was now completely devoid of InGen personnel.
"The embryos," said Henry with dread. "If Biosyn…"
"Hold on, we don't need baseless speculation about what happened over there, it could be as simple as something temporarily going haywire," Jake interjected. They all had a fairly good idea what had happened on that island, but the last thing he needed was pandemonium.
"The fences don't just fail!" Sam yelled. Jake exhaled a long breath to try and dispel some of the tension on the roof.
"We will ask the survivors questions when they have had some time to rest from their ordeal," Jake told him calmly. "But yes, tell the DRT team to be ready to move sometime tomorrow and have them familiarize themselves with the Visitors Center layout. Also, tell Timothy that either he or some other programmer is going to have to fly in with them to synch up the computers with Sorna. Henry, I think you and I will need to also go with them so we can get the embryos and whatever else that shouldn't be left unattended."
"Right," said Henry, glad to have a course of direction now as he headed downstairs to get the necessary equipment for tomorrow.
"Who should question the survivors?" asked Sam before he too went down to the building.
"I'm not a lawyer, but you could informally question them I suppose. Otherwise I'd imagine Ludlow will be racing down here with probably the entire staff of Cowan, Swain and Ross to litigate everybody," said Jake in reference to InGen's legal firm and Ludlow's tendency to throw lawsuits at anyone and everyone. "Well, if there's no other business, I'm going to bed."
Jake headed downstairs with Sam.
"How can you be so calm about this?" asked Sam, not sure if he was on the verge of hysteria yet over how the events on Jurassic Park were going to affect them all.
"Simple, you weren't under a deadline to create the dinosaurs in the first place, now those were stressful days," Jake remarked offhand and then shuddered accordingly.
Morning: Ludlow and his team of lawyers had descended on the island before the sun even rose up and had taken off with all the survivors without saying a word and so all that was left was to head for Nublar with the DRT team.
"I guess lawyers really do eat their own, I didn't see one of them shed a tear for Gennaro," Jake quipped sarcastically.
"That's a little rude," commented Henry loading up his equipment in the helicopter.
"Sorry, that was uncalled for," Jake agreed as he yawned and stretched. "I'm just not looking forward to whatever we're going to find over there."
Henry nodded as he finished securing his gear and got into the helicopter with Jake, Timothy Huston the current head programmer on Site B, and the DRT team consisting of five members in military fatigues with heavy weaponry and backpacks consisting of all sorts of odds and ends to help them survive against the dinosaurs.
"Kev, let's go!" said Jake into the microphone.
"Right, we're off," Kevin said from upfront as his copilot gave the thumbs up for a complete check and the helicopter took off. As soon as the copter was over the ocean, the leader of the DRT team stuck a chart of Jurassic Park and the Visitors Center on the side of the cabin.
"If I understand you correctly, this is just a simple grab and dash," the DRT Leader asked of Jake who nodded his head.
"We're basically going into an unknown situation completely blind and I'd rather not stay any longer than we have to. We just need to collect some embryos, eggs, and other equipment while Timothy syncs up the computers with Sorna," Jake decided. "And if we have time, try and figure out what happened over the past couple of days. Then if we're lucky try and figure out if Nublar is still salvageable, although if worse comes to worse we can do those things safely back on Sorna."
"About synching up the computers, is there any danger that whatever hit them might make its way to Sorna?" asked Henry concerned, provided that was what had happened. Timothy shook his head.
"I don't see how it could. I've done my best to extrapolate a number of scenarios based on the data you guys gave me and nearest as I can tell, whatever made the fences fail wasn't intended to be a permanent problem. If I had to guess, the fact that the phones came back on after being off for so long leads me to believe that they shut off the power and turned it back on to clear out whatever was causing the problems," Timothy deduced. Jake and Henry looked at him a little nervous.
"Isn't that incredibly dangerous?" he asked, having remembered the brief amount of training he and Henry had been given by Nedry and Ray on the automation on Nublar.
"I'm guessing they had no other options or else Hammond left Dennis and Ray no choice," Timothy figured. "But we'll know more once we get over there. I won't synch them up if I'm not convinced it's safe."
"Should we have brought Sheila along?" asked Henry. Sheila Matula was another programmer on Sorna who was third on the Site B totem pole below Ray who was at the top and then Timothy.
"I would have loved to, but she needs to be on Sorna to make sure their end of the synch goes as planned," Timothy answered and then sighed. "I wish Ray and Nedry had made it though. Sheila and I together might be able to match Ray's level of programming knowledge, but none of us could match Nedry when it came to the automated systems."
"We'll just have to make do," the DRT Leader answered as he snapped in a new cartridge of darts into his dartgun and then checked the charge on his taser as the rest of the DRT team did as well. "Once we land we'll take the jeep that brought the survivors to the helicopter and use it to head to the Visitors Center. Once we're done there we'll just have to play it by ear on what to do next besides evacuate."
The others nodded as the helicopter continued onwards towards the island, each wondering about what they'd find across the waters at Jurassic Park while the DRT team began reviewing their strategies for infiltrating the island.