San Diego, Pacific Pharmaceuticals HQ: John Brown sat with his five member team that specialized in corporate espionage as they reviewed their notes on InGen and Biosyn.
"So they stole embryos from InGen's facility on Isla Nublar?" asked team leader Jeff Thomas.
"I don't know if they succeeded or not, that's something we'll need to find out. But yes, that was their original intent," John answered. John had sources everywhere, even among InGen's Board of Directors.
"Embryos of what?" asked intelligence expert, Lorne Tenners.
"I'm afraid that's classified, but needless to say they're one of a kind," John Brown remarked. "In their attempt to acquire them, one of their lead programmers shut off the security systems on the island and then a tropical storm hit resulting in his death along with several others. What we need is proof that Biosyn was in contact with this individual and supplied him with the means and the motive to pull off this heist."
"So where do we start?" asked Jeff.
"One of the first things we need is to find proof that a device to house embryos could avoid detection. Serena, I need you to cook up some prototypes that might avoid a random spot check at any airport," said John to his R&D expert who nodded her head. "Once that's done, then things will get interesting."
Indigo: "I think that's a mistake," said Jake in response to a suggestion that Daniela had made. Henry nodded his head in agreement.
"What's wrong with shutting off all the fences to the herbivore pens?" Daniela demanded.
"Because those herbivores get spooked every time a storm rumbles through or a predator roars and all we need is one of them breaking loose and it's all over," Sam stated. "I don't need to tell you how much damage one unsupervised dinosaur can cause."
That was in reference to the oviraptor incident when its cage wasn't properly locked so it escaped and caused mayhem on Indigo before being recaptured and subsequently sent back to Sorna. It also was useful to bring up because it avoided mention of the A-1 Incident which had ended considerably worse.
"Well that little incident will only be the beginning because Lori just said that you can't last more than three months with the fuel you have on hand," Daniela retorted. Lori was an expert at Supply Chain Management which is why she was in charge of making the production of dinosaur eggs as efficient as possible. She'd also worked hard with Samantha of the InGen Board to limit their fuel consumption as much as possible, but three months always seemed to be the limit with the supplies they were currently receiving. Lori also had a feeling Samantha would be coming to her to try and come up with extending it past that, something which in her mind couldn't be done without consequences like shutting off the fences.
"Well we could lower the voltage. That might save…something," Lori at least offered. "The downside being the way the pens are tied together on the grid means that while we could kill the power to an individual pen, we can't just simply lower the voltage to just one, it'd have to be for all of them. Still, every little bit helps."
"I suppose that is a viable option," Sam agreed. "But what are we going to do about the production facilities? They're powered by geothermal vents and not on oil, but if we shut them down we could direct that power elsewhere."
"Absolutely not," stated Henry firmly. "We shut down the plants and the scientists will have nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs and that would give InGen more reason to lay them off that much quicker."
"But by making more dinosaurs you'll only be placing more strain on supplies in the future," Daniela reasoned.
"Oh I agree, it's not a perfect solution but Jake and I have ultimate say on keeping the plants running and they're staying online," concluded Henry. That was standard InGen procedure that the two lead scientists had control over the DRP project unless there was an imminent danger to the workers safety in which case Sam could step in and shut them down if Jake and Henry refused. It had never been an issue before with that overlap of power, but it could easily be seen how it might become one with the way things were going.
"But of course everything is subject to change and if the fuel supplies drop dangerously low and the fences are in danger of failing then we'll of course reconsider," Jake said amicably to try and cool the tension in the room. But he agreed with Henry in keeping the labs running beyond just the reason Henry mentioned. If the plants were shut down and the Board demanded them to be restarted, it would take a long time to get them working again and also cause a huge drain on the power supply that they couldn't afford at the moment.
"I think another way to conserve fuel would be to reexamine putting down electrical tracks on Sorna and trying to implement the tour program there," suggested Sam as well. "We are going to have to go back to the drawing board on that one though because the first time we tried, we had some hiccups along the way."
"That's putting it mildly," Lori groaned as she leaned back in her chair and felt a headache coming on. The driverless tour program had been field tested on Sorna to try and cut down on fuel costs but the test had ended horribly with several destroyed tour vehicles. The field tests subsequently moved to Nublar where Ray Arnold and Dennis Nedry could better watch over it. Even then not all the problems had been worked out before the Jurassic Park incident and it made Lori nervous since she knew that she'd be the one again watching over its implementation just like the first time. She just hoped they could update their current version of the tour program OS with the one on Nublar.
"Good, that's a start," said Daniela pleased. "We have more than enough track being stored here that was intended for Nublar that you can help yourselves to. We'll put it all on the Anne B. the next time she passes through."
"Well at least it will give the boys something to do," Sam figured. "Oh and I forgot to mention this, but I've got Nikki and her crew working on a series of disaster scenarios for Site B."
"Great," complained Jake rolling his eyes. 'Nikki' referred to Nicolette who hated to be called by that name. She viewed herself and her team of designers, engineers, and others as being better than the rest of the workers on Indigo, Nublar, and Sorna. She felt their work was beyond the comprehension of anyone not in their group and that they should be left to their own devices. She also wasn't afraid to say so which is she was often viewed as the female equivalent to Nedry. That Sam had actually given her a direct order probably wasn't sitting well with her right now and her final report would likely reflect this.
"Hey J, are you going to try and follow up on Nedry's actions?" asked Sam curious. Jake sighed at that.
"I'd like to, but Ludlow's mad enough at me as it is. If I go poking around some more, it might drive him over the edge," the scientist answered. "Besides, I wouldn't even know where to start."
Sam nodded his head and went back to reviewing his notes as silence descended on the room.
"Do you think they'll merge the staff of the two islands?" asked Henry finally.
"I hope not," Daniela responded firmly. "That would be a big mistake because we would no longer be able to assure complete quality control over incoming and outgoing supplies and it would only get worse from there. Indigo was designed to provide customs not Sorna and it should stay that way."
Henry lightly nodded his head in agreement and looked at Jake who was yawning. The meeting had already been going for three hours with talk about all sorts of energy and supply saving measures but they'd largely gotten nowhere. Now they were all tired and anxious to get back to things they knew how to do.
"Well I guess we can recess for now," Daniela finally admitted. "We'll video conference in a couple of weeks and see how things are going then."
"Agreed," said Sam relieved as he collected his notes and got up with the rest. He headed for the exit with Jake, Henry, and Lori in tow before Daniela called out to them.
"Good luck with your inspection," she told them. Sam nodded with a grin as he tipped his head at her and then walked out of the room while Lori gave a friendly wave and left as well. Jake and Henry were about to leave when the former turned towards her.
"Am I going to ever get my can of shaving cream back?" he asked innocently. Daniela gave a fake scowl at him.
"Get out of here!" she said in mock anger.
"Hmmph," said Jake miffed. And then a grin spread across Henry's face as he thought of something else.
"Burger, burger, burger!" he began chanting as a similar grin spread across Jake's face and both left chanting that word. Daniela had no idea why the two were doing that but the scientists always were the strange ones amongst the personnel. Sighing to herself, she began once more reviewing her copious amounts of notes, sheets full of data, and other pages with miscellaneous information when her phone rang.
"St. Ives," she said into it.
"I've got that customs worker ready to meet you anytime," said her secretary. Daniela began chewing on the end of her pen in thought before responding.
"It'll have to be tomorrow morning at nine," she said and then hung up the phone. She briefly debated bringing Jake into the conversation with the worker, but quickly decided not to. If there was a conspiracy going on here, she'd get to the bottom of it herself without his craziness adding to the mix. Besides, she wasn't entirely convinced that the male scientist had suddenly given up all desire to figure out what had really happened on Nublar.
InGen HQ: Peter Ludlow was filling out various forms and approving plans for Indigo, Nublar and Sorna when a knock was heard at his door.
"Yes?" he inquired. The door opened and an elderly man in a black suit appeared. It was John Hammond's butler.
"Your uncle wishes to see you," the man said simply and then left as Ludlow started to scowl at the request. This new intrusion during such a perilous time for InGen was entirely unwelcomed in his eyes. Undoubtedly his uncle knew about some of the things the Board had planned and now wanted to discuss it with him. His decisions would likely drive InGen into the ground that much faster, but there was little he could do about it. Nublar had been a failure but Indigo and Sorna were still going strong and there wasn't enough cause to bring forward a motion to the board to have him relieved of his position. One day something would happen to cause InGen to lose faith in his uncle and when it did he'd be ready.
But that day was not today and so Ludlow prepared himself for the meeting he was going to have with the CEO of InGen Bioengineering about the future.
Sorna: The helicopter landed on top of the Operations Building in the Worker Village and then took off immediately once the workers got out and headed for its hanger near the dirt runway a few miles away.
"Boy was Jennifer mad at you two," Sam declared as he almost thought he was deaf after the co-pilot had yelled at them for nearly the entire ride back about the croc that they had encountered.
"Look I'm not responsible for what gets sent to Nublar!" Jake complained. "I barely know what dinosaurs we even have on this island."
"Besides that, crocs aren't dinosaurs," Henry said, also a little miffed at Jennifer and her behavior.
"How did you clone that thing? I didn't think we'd found any DNA for one," Lori wondered aloud.
"Technically we didn't," said Jake as the group walked down the steps to the building below. "Hammond really wanted one for whatever reason so we took DNA from ones that are living today and reverse engineered it. But we only made one and intentionally made it sterile just in case it ever encountered any of it current day family members."
"Did Hammond want anything else like that?" asked Lori next.
"He wanted prehistoric sharks as well but we convinced him it was impossible," said Henry with a smile. "What we didn't tell him was that we really didn't want to do the legwork to get it done."
Sam laughed at that as Lori shook her head in shame.
"So as you can see, laziness is a virtue in some cases," said Jake yawning as he stretched once they hit the ground floor.
"So what now, go get that burger you've been dreaming about?" asked Sam anticipating his next move.
"No," said Jake shaking his head. "It's too late for lunch and too early for dinner so I think I'm going to go for a few rounds on the golf course. Want to come?"
"No way, I've got to get myself permanently settled in here," Henry admitted. "I've also got to figure out how much damage you've done to these scientists work ethic because if anybody knows how to procrastinate, it's you."
Lori knowingly chuckled at that as she tried to hold her hands over her mouth and quiet the noise.
"Well you'll find it's not too bad because LoRu here was always hustling me to meet her ridiculous standards," said Jake referring to Lori by her portmanteau nickname.
"You're damn right," Lori responded nodding her head vigorously. "And I don't golf so excuse me, but I have work to do."
"Sam?" asked Jake. His friend shook his head.
"Unlike you, I have an entire island to run and I need to figure out how to keep it running if InGen cuts off our supply line. Besides, I'm planning on giving a speech during dinner tonight to finally explain to the workers about what's been going on with Jurassic Park," he said and left for his office and the others also parted their separate ways to work.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" asked Jake aloud as he leaned against the mural of Jurassic Park.
"What do you mean?" asked a new voice. Jake looked up to see Carly in a blue and white tracksuit chewing a piece of gum. An evil grin spread across his face at that.
"Hey, CC, do you want to go play a few rounds on the golf course?" asked Jake hopefully. Carly's face scrunched up at that.
"Ugh, no!" she stated before instantly reconsidering. "Actually, if I play a couple holes will you lob a couple sets with me?"
She held up her tennis racquet that she was carrying. Jake shuddered at that, but his desire to not play by himself won him over.
"Let's go," he said as he walked into his office and deposited his duffel bag and retrieved his clubs and racquet. The two were almost out the door when Sam caught up with him.
"Oh as part of the fuel saving measures we're planning on implementing, no more using fuel for non-work purposes. You two will have to walk," he told them.
"WHAT?" shouted Jake irate before groaning to himself. Carly gave him a grin and then a mock look of sympathy as she patted his shoulder.
"Gee, what a shame. But you can tell me all about these new measures on the way," she said pleased with this turn of events. Jake sagged even lower at that comment and then straightened up and headed out the door.
"The promise of a good burger is the only thing keeping me going right now," he swore as he and Carly made their way down the central strip of the Village.
"Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that Alejandro threw out all the hamburger meat because he claimed it had gone rancid," Carly mentioned offhand. Jake's expression turned to pure shock at that as Carly began laughing hysterically.
"Fooled ya!" she declared and then immediately ran for the village exit as Jake chased after her. Sam watched them go, amused as Chef Alejandro appeared near the doorway having raided Jake's duffel bag for his apron.
"Perhaps that is not a bad idea," he mused aloud at Carly's suggestion.
"Oh, can it," said Sam lightly as he took a sip of his coffee. "We're all going to need some greasy food for tonight's dinner after what I'll have to say."
Alejandro tipped his head and left to go to the kitchen to start preparations with his fellow chefs for the night's meal. Sam gulped down his coffee and then went to his office and sat at his computer terminal before cracking his knuckles and beginning to type up his official report on the changes that were going to be implemented on the island.
San Diego, Pacific Pharmaceuticals HQ: John Brown yawned into hand as he struggled to stay awake. It was only the late afternoon, but after being given the go ahead to pursue action against Biosyn, he'd been up all night planning and plotting and got virtually no sleep. He was sitting in his office reviewing the preliminary notes from Serena about possible containers to house the embryos that could make it past an inspection. She had only gotten started on the project and had yet to produce any working examples, but what she had come up with so far had been very interesting.
He then turned to his portable computer and began researching data the rest of his team had already 'acquired' about Arnold Nedry and his bank accounts, both on the record and off the record. And sure enough there was a deposit in an unofficial account in Costa Rica for quite a large lump sum just a couple days prior to the incident on Isla Nublar. That was a very interesting and provided a possible starting point for their investigations out in the field.
"Jeff?" he asked as he picked up the phone and dialed the leader of the team.
"What's up, boss?" was the response.
"I need you to pull Nedry's passport records and start preparing for a fact finding trip to Costa Rica…and Cambridge," he said and then hung the phone back up. He then leaned back in his chair as he sat twiddling a pen in his hand deep in thought about the overtures Biosyn would've made to the programmer and convinced him to betray his employers.
Across town: Peter Ludlow's limousine came to a halt outside of his Uncle's posh apartment complex and he stepped out after the chauffer opened the door and took a deep breath before looking out at San Diego. He truly loved the city and felt that with the right attractions it could be the center of California, not Hollywood. Jurassic Park San Diego could have been that attraction but his Uncle had bailed on the project for no good reason. But if Ludlow had his way, then some day the amphitheatre would be opened for the world to see and the profits would begin rolling in and the city would never be the same again.
But once more that day was still not today and so he slowly climbed the step to enter the apartment complex of his esteemed uncle, John Hammond.
Sorna: "So what'd you have to talk about at the meeting?" asked Carly finally as she was waiting for Jake to putt. Isla Sorna had more than enough room to squeeze in some extracurricular facilities and it was host to its own nine-hole golf course along with tennis courts, an indoor recreation center, and a pool. Jake and Carly were both average golfers, Jake being more gung ho about the sport than Carly was, and when they just golfed together they didn't keep score.
"Oh the usual," responded Jake noncommittally. "It was all about logistics and other boring stuff."
He had finally lined up his shot and was about to hit it when Carly asked one more question.
"So I take it Jurassic Park is no more?" she asked. Jake's put wavered off course and missed the hole, thereby answering her question.
"Yeah," he said distantly as he walked up and pushed in his ball. He then collected it and grabbed his clubs as Carly grabbed hers and they walked off towards the tennis courts. The sun was slowly sinking in the horizon and so they'd agreed to play only three holes.
"So what do we do now?" Carly continued. Jake shrugged.
"Not much at the moment. Just try and conserve our resources and be like the dinosaurs, be survivors," Jake answered as they entered into the court area and they set down their clubs and picked up their racquets and began lobbing balls back and forth over the net.
"Is it wrong that I'm already a little bit scared?" asked Carly. She had heard the rumors of what had happened on the Park when the fences failed and while they were probably overblown, if even part of it was true, then the resulting consequences if Sorna underwent the same event would be disastrous.
"We're all scared," Jake told her before adding cryptically. "But don't worry about this island becoming some kind of lost world. If we had plans to bring them into this world then you can rest assured that we also have plans to take them out."
Carly wanted to ask what that meant when storm clouds rolled in and the weather turned threatening. Storms were a common occurrence on Sorna, this was nothing new, but that it had rolled in during their conversation seemed particularly ominous.
"I'll have to make this up to you," Jake promised as the two finished up and moved gathered their things and began walking back towards the village. Dinosaur roars picked up as the sounds of thunder was heard in the sky above. The two then hitched a ride on one of the trucks heading back to the village and rode in the back completely silent as each stared out at the miles of perimeter fencing with their telltale blinking blue and red lights acting as beacons in the surrounding darkness. But both of them couldn't help but wonder what would happen the day those beacons stopped shining…
Hammond's apartment: Nighttime had fallen outside as Peter Ludlow rang the doorbell to the apartment. Normally he wouldn't have come so late, but when his uncle requested an audience, it usually meant that day no matter the time. And so he found himself being let in by the butler who had contacted him earlier. He was led to the dining area where his esteemed Uncle was finishing his dinner.
"Ah, Peter, please sit down," said Hammond amicably as he pointed to a seat on the far end of the long table. The COO sat down without saying a word and pulled out a folder that contained a number of files that he had brought with him and began setting them on the table.
"What is all that?" asked Hammond curious.
"Board Reports, Financial Statements, Reports to the Shareholders," said Ludlow as if that should be obvious. "I assume that's why you called me here, to discuss the future of InGen."
"Well, yes, but if there's something I've learned from my recent adventures, it's that numbers are only part of the story. Numbers allow us to think, but not to feel. And it's what we feel that really matters in the end," Hammond said mystically. Ludlow had not the slightest idea what that was supposed to mean or why it was pertinent to their conversation. He also wondered what had happened to his uncle during his time on Nublar to cause this sudden change in his behavior.
"Well if you do not wish to discuss hard facts, then how do you want to hear about the current state of our company?" he asked a little annoyed. Hammond had to agree with that assessment.
"Just tell me what you feel the future of InGen is," Hammond requested. Ludlow sighed and clasped his hands together on the table as he stared at his uncle passively.
"Simply put, not good," he began. "The Dinosaur Revivification Project was a large venture in terms of capital and resources, not to mention manpower. As with all companies, we needed to display those assets and make a profit on them in order to survive. The avenue that you chose to display the fruits of that labor to the public was through Jurassic Park on Isla Nublar. However, an incident occurred and now that location is no longer tenable for our needs to recoup our losses, losses which are now steadily increasing exponentially as a result of that incident. If we do not do something soon, then there will be no future for this company."
Hammond listened to what he had to say and slowly digested all of that information.
"And what do you feel should be done?" he asked next.
"What any company would do in a similar situation, find a new avenue to display our products," responded the nephew dispassionately. Jurassic Park San Diego was about only a month away from completion and in the meantime they could easily host smaller events there with the tamer dinosaurs to easily begin increasing their revenue stream and get the funds necessary to complete construction. With that money, they could do more than just break ground on Jurassic Park Europe and actually get it up and running and in time perhaps find a way of reviving Isla Nublar.
But they needed to get started soon before they completely ran out of available funds. Ludlow was just silently grateful that no major accidents had yet to befall Site B. If anything happened there, InGen might never recover.
"Assets," said Hammond, evidently fixated on that word. "Is that all they are…all that they ever were?"
Ludlow narrowed his eyes at this new direction the conversation had taken.
"We made them, we patented them, we own them," Ludlow quoted as he had during numerous meetings trying to get investors on board. They had a patent filed with the United States Government regarding their intellectual property which is what they classified the dinosaurs as in order to ensure protection of investments.
"Yes, but in thinking that way, are we not downplaying the fact that these are living creatures with wills of their own?" Hammond asked softly. That finally cinched it in Ludlow's mind, something had happened on Nublar to his uncle and clearly he was not in the right mind set to be discussing the future of his company.
"We'll talk about this later after you've had more time to cope with your ordeal," said Ludlow speaking his thoughts aloud as he gathered his things together. The last thing he needed right now was a conversation that both of them would regret.
"But we haven't finished," began Hammond as Ludlow moved towards the door. "This is a conversation that we need to have."
Ludlow paused at the doorway for a moment. "Perhaps it will someday. But until then, I won't let you destroy this company. We've worked far too hard to lose everything now."
And with that he was gone leaving Hammond once more alone with this thoughts in that empty room…similar to his time in a similar dining area on Isla Nublar before a conversation with Ellie Sattler had made him open his eyes for the first time in a long time about the things he had done in the pursuit of the impossible.
Isla Sorna: Jake and Carly were happily serving themselves some burgers and fries from the buffet table before joining their friends at a nearby table. The dining area was almost filled to capacity at the request of Sam as he requested as many workers make it as possible to hear him address InGen's current situation and those that couldn't were watching via CCTV being displayed from the security cameras.
"Hey Bobbie, what's new?" asked Carly as she took her seat. Sorna's resident MD, Dr. Roberta 'Bobbie' Carter, was examining a long document while not really paying attention to her food.
"Oh, the usual, living on money I haven't earned yet in a five o'clock world," she began before putting down her notes and stretching. "That and writing up medical reports and journal articles that will never see the light of day because they deal with human encounters with animals that have been dead for over sixty-five million years. Good ol' InGen non-disclosure agreements."
"Hey, no one forced you to take this job," Jake told her.
"That's true. But when you're working in a small clinic in Costa Rica desperately wishing it would stop raining so you can spend some time on the beach only to have an InGen helicopter drop in on you during a storm bringing a man with severe cuts and bruises along with suffering from severe poisoning and then that person dies on you and is then whisked away along with your camera, you realize that's not something you can just let slide," Bobbie quipped, remembering how she'd been recruited into the program.
The past: Back in 1989, she'd been the closest doctor at the nearest Costa Rican clinic to Sorna after that worker had been attacked by a dilophosaur where she first met Ed Regis who was concerned about liability over the incident and Jake who had come along out of concern for the worker.
It was for the whole strangeness of the incident that she couldn't shake it from her mind. The two had arrived in an InGen helicopter during a stormy day and had come in with a severely injured worker who also seemed to be suffering from some type of poison. Ed Regis had claimed the incident was due to a construction accident involving workplace chemicals when asked by her, but when she was resting for a moment after fighting to save the worker for a couple of hours that she overhead him and Jake feverishly arguing in a nearby room with the scientist insisting he had no prior knowledge that the 'dilo' could do what it did. Between that and the severe cuts and lacerations all over the man's body was all the evidence she needed that this individual had been attacked by an animal. And then she had found the smoking gun in the form of a tooth that she'd managed to extract from part of a series of wounds that clearly looked like a bite mark.
Unfortunately, as a combination of the trauma the worker had endured and the poison, she'd been unable to save the man and he passed away still in a state of severe pain. Against her protests about the need for an autopsy, Ed Regis had subsequently had the man's corpse placed back on the helicopter and secretly also taken her camera that she'd used to photograph the worker for later analysis. Then he and Jake were gone just as mysteriously back on the helicopter into the storm.
Given that the clinic was located at a small villa meant that she had plenty of free time on her hands and she couldn't let go of wondering what had happened to the worker. She'd done as much research as she could into the word 'dilo' but found little to nothing and her only other evidence was the tooth that she wasn't even sure who to send it to. Beyond that, all she had to go on were her hastily written notes and she wished she had her camera so she could at least look at the photos and compared the bite marks to what existed in the records. Bobbie also knew that going to InGen would've been futile without any solid idea about what had really happened to the worker as they'd just deny everything.
After a few days of no results and about ready to give up on the search, she was then stunned when a man named Gutierrez had arrived from San Jose and mentioned that he had specifically come to talk about her encounter with the InGen personnel. She offered what information she could, keeping quiet about the tooth, and then asked what Gutierrez felt was really going on. He mentioned that he felt InGen was violating OSHA laws and was investigating into it, but Bobbie could tell there was something more going on that he wasn't admitting to.
The man thanked her for her time and was about to leave when his mobile phone rang. He then excused himself out the front as Bobbie snuck out the back and ran around the building to try and listen in. Although most of what she heard Gutierrez mention in his phone conversation made no sense to her, one sentence stuck out: 'yes, I believe a dinosaur was involved'. That statement really threw her for a loop and she spent the next week or so torn between thinking she was involved in some elaborate hoax versus there actually being living dinosaurs somewhere where InGen was working. When the week was up, she was in San Jose for a medical conference and as soon as she finished, she made a beeline for the library and grabbed all the dinosaur books she could find and feverishly tore through them.
After getting odd stares from patrons and staff at the intensity through pouring through children's books and adult books on the subject, she was about ready to give up and figure she'd been played for a fool, until she found a brief reference in an index at the back of a book.
"Dilophosaurus," she had said aloud reading the description in English from Spanish. "An early carnivore of the Jurassic era. Although little is understood about this creature, it is strong suspected that this animal…is poisonous with the ability to spit venom at its prey causing blindness and eventually paralysis. Oh, no…."
Reading that last line with images of the worker in her mind and the agony and pain he had gone through caused her to feel extremely sick to her stomach. She then looked through a second book about companies operating in Costa Rica.
"InGen Bioengineering. Founded in 1979 by millionaire John Hammond. Genetics Company. …Genetics Company," she began as the gears began turning in her head. "Slogan: 'We Make Your Future'."
She leaned back in her chair as the pieces fell into the place and a strange sense of calm fell over her.
"We make the future…we recreate the past," she said softly, amazed she had put all the pieces together from a few hour encounter with a dying worker and two enigmatic individuals. All she needed was to match the tooth and by sheer coincidence a dilophosaur skull was resting in a nearby museum. Holding up the tooth to the skull had been both a terrifying and relieving prospect as the tooth in her hand was brand new when compared to the fossilized tooth on the skull.
That cinched it and the next day she went to InGen's Costa Rica location with an envelope in her hand. Inside was the dilophosaur tooth, a photocopy of the dilophosaur entry from the book, and a picture of the skull. She then had a small note written to accompany it. 'I know everything and you owe me a new camera' followed by her signature. She gave it to the front door secretary and said it was Ed Regis and subsequently left.
A couple months passed and she never heard anything and then her contracted time at the Costa Rican clinic ended and she prepared to move back to the States to find a new job. Entering that kind of rat race was not something she was particularly looking forward to, but she knew she had to find something. As she said her goodbyes to the staff there, she was then hauling out her stuff to a nearby jeep when an InGen helicopter rocketed overhead and landed nearby. From the helicopter emerged Ed Regis in his suit and he immediately walked right up to her.
"Hello again, Ms. Carter, it's a pleasure to see you," he said with a jovial smile as he extended his hand. Bobbie shook it and then crossed her arms.
"I take it you got my message," she stated. Ed nodded his head.
"Yes and I'm sorry for not being able to respond sooner, but InGen is involved in a major project right now and I couldn't get away," he said apologetically. Bobbie raised an eyebrow at that.
"You came here all the way to tell me this?" she asked doubtful.
"Ha, ha, no," he said in agreement. "I understand that you're currently looking for work. I just thought I'd let you know that InGen has a rather lucrative opportunity for an MD with your qualifications. If you're interested."
Bobbie clearly hadn't expected this conversation, but it was a golden opportunity to investigate and find out the truth. "What can you tell me about the position?" she asked.
"It's one of a kind," said Ed with a big smile. "If you'd be willing, I'd love to show you around where you might be working."
"Of course," said Bobbie, still at a loss that this was happening. She'd expected to be threatened by InGen, not be given the royal treatment. And so she boarded the helicopter and it headed south to an island with creatures beyond her imagining. She realized then and there that this was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up and so she'd taken the job right away.
The present: Unfortunately, that job required a non-disclosure agreement to be signed, which is why all of her work could never see the light of day until after Jurassic Park was opened. She certainly loved her job and the location, but whenever she needed outside tests done, she could never admit to the circumstances that necessitated them in the first place. For example she couldn't explain why she needed toxicology reports for venom that was unknown to any database or why she couldn't explain to her colleagues why she needed to know the best way to stitch up wounds and stop internally bleeding that was caused by a six-inch long razor sharp blade. Bobbie also couldn't answer why she was generating all sorts of unusual requests for incidents that were taking place on what was supposedly a trio of islands where a tropical resort was being built. Whenever she met her friends back in the States, she couldn't tell them what she was up to either, only that InGen had hired her and she was constantly working. Hence why she had dozens of journal articles she'd typed up that would make her the envy of the medical world, but could only proofread them again and again until her eyes hurt.
"Hey, I'm much the same way," Lori emphasized. "Though I can at least tell my colleagues about my new designs for streamlining genetic engineering technology, but I can't say what InGen is trying to do with it."
"And me too," said Jake glumly before he brightened up. "Oh wait, I can. All my colleagues are here working on this island!"
Carly punched him hard in the shoulder for that to save Lori and Bobbie the trouble. But such conversations were part of their daily routine if they happened to be at dinner together and they enjoyed it. On an island full of dinosaurs, it was the only normalcy they really had.
"Hi, guys," said Henry approaching the table with his food as well. "I take it we're past the part where Jake got hit."
"Yeah," Carly agreed as Jake rubbed his tender shoulder. "So what's up, I'd have figured you'd be here before us."
"I had to talk to Sam about a couple things," Henry admitted. "One, Gerry finally turned up and he'll be here in a few days. The other is that Samantha's planning on coming down here at the end of the next week as an emissary from the board."
"Better her than Ludlow," Lori snorted. Either way the conversation wouldn't be good but at least Samantha was more sympathetic to them.
"Looks like Sam's about to start, better brace yourselves," Jake remarked cutting in. All the conversation around the dining area came to a halt as the head of Sorna got up to the podium.
"Hello everyone, I guess there's really no doubt about why we're all here tonight," he began. "I'm sorry we weren't able to let you know the truth about what's going on until now, but it's taken us this long to put together all the pieces. So there's really no avoiding it any longer. There was an incident at Jurassic Park. The fences failed and people died."
The group went into an uproar at that for several moments before Sam held up his hand to calm them down so he could continue speaking.
That's all in the past now. What matters is the future and this is what the senior staff is proposing for changes to help us survive…"