Nublar: The SS Venture reached the east dock and settled into its berth. From the stairs that descended to the dock below, several workers wearing outfits approximate to the DRP Team rushed down them and fanned out to secure the immediate area. Once that was done, the crane located nearby was quickly commandeered and put to work placing the pallets full of equipment inside the boat outside on the ground near the dock.
"Alright gentlemen, get that stuff unloaded and stowed where it belongs," ordered Jeff Thomas. Because of his experience in conducting field operations, he had been placed in charge of many of the important duties involving the handling of the equipment. Truth be told, he was glad for the constant need to focus his attention because his head was still reeling from hearing that dinosaurs were alive on this island. All the time he'd wondered along with the rest of the team what was going on with InGen and this island and now that he knew, he wondered if he'd been better off in the dark.
"How are things going?" asked Ed Regis on the docks as well and a little spooked by once more being on this island.
"We're on schedule," Jeff admitted before adding. "But then again we haven't yet gone beyond the tree line yet."
"I know," said Ed shuddering involuntarily as he looked at the jungle beyond. "But hopefully once the dilophosaurs are contained or eliminated, the battle will become much easier."
"And you're still not certain how many of these creatures exist on this island?" asked Jeff a little unsettled by that fact, especially as Ed Regis had not mentioned why this was the case.
"I've been told that from one end of this island to the next, there'd better not be a creature left standing when we're done," Ed informed him and then clapped him on the shoulder. "And we've got a limited window of opportunity to get it done so let's roll out!"
"Right," agreed Jeff all business and then turned to the men. "Get the civilian vehicles unloaded and then get the programmers onto them. Once we've scouted ahead, we'll give the go ahead. Two car escort and don't stop until you hit the Visitors Center. Now teams 4, 5, 6, and 7 with me for the preliminary sweep!"
"I'm going too," Ed insisted. Jeff shook his head.
"Too dangerous, he pointed out. "We'll clear out the area first and then you can come in."
Ed shook his head. "There's something I need to look at it right away and it's not very far down the road."
"And that would be?" asked Jeff feigning ignorance that he was well aware that Nedry's crashed jeep was nearby.
"Don't worry about it," said Ed dismissively. "Team 1 will go in first with me and then we'll send in your preliminary sweep."
"I think that's a mistake," Jeff replied bluntly.
"Maybe," said Ed shrugging. "But it's mine to make."
"Okay, but I still think you'll need us first, but I'll go back to supervising the unloading," said Jeff knowing when to back down. If Regis got his hands on the can of shaving cream, it'd be more difficult for the Pacific Pharmaceuticals team to get their hands on it. But their cover being blown would make the task impossible.
"On second thought, why don't you also send team 3 to go and check out the nearest perimeter fence," Ed ordered. Jeff scratched the back of his head at that, confused.
"I thought the preliminary research said the fences were all turned on," Jeff recalled from the briefing. Ed nodded his head.
"But unfortunately the monitoring equipment can only tell us if the fence is receiving power, not if there's any damage to parts of the fence and so some of the rest might not be getting power," the head of marketing informed the Pacific Pharmaceuticals team member. "So let's do it to it."
Jeff tipped his head in acknowledgment and left without another word as he prepped Team 3 for their mission and Team 1 slipped into the jungle and out of sight, the trees almost seeming to enclose their only means of escape.
Sorna: "I don't see why we had to be here," Jake grumbled as he fiddled with his tie for the umpteenth time with Henry nodding his head in agreement. He was in his business suit along with Henry, Gerry, Sam, and Doctor Roberta Carter who mostly wore similar formal attire. Needless to say, wearing dark suits in the blistering heat wasn't any fun as the group waited by the runway for the DC-3 to arrive with the investigative team.
"Oh, I don't think it's that bad," said Bobbie with a mischievous grin on her face. She was in her white surgical outfit as she never knew when she might need to be called away for a medical emergency and it helped her beat the heat. Jake grumbled something unintelligible at that as Bobbie laughed at his reaction.
"It's either this or have Samantha mad at us," Sam reminded them. That was something nobody wanted. Samantha was normally a very nice and considerate person, but if you embarrassed her or made her look like a fool, her wrath would make you wish you were dead.
"But if you'd just convinced Sam and Jennifer to try and land that whale down the main road in the Workers Village, we could be hanging out inside drinking lemonade until they showed up and then we could rush outside and pretend we were always standing there," Jake continued. Sam just shook his head in shame at that.
"Do you not remember suggesting that earlier to Jennifer only to be told over the radio 'Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Yankee Oscar Uniform!'?" the head of Sorna reminded the scientist in partial reference to the NATO Phoentic Alphabet.
"I don't speak Latin," Jake said refusing to give in as he lazily kicked a nearby pebble. "But remind me again who it is that's supposed to be on this little shindig?"
Sam sighed as he once more repeated the names of those who were coming over.
"What about Marty?" asked Henry curious about the absence of the constant nuisance in Jake and his side, Doctor Martin Gutierrez. Sam rechecked his notes.
"Oh oops, sorry, he's with them too. He actually came to Indigo a little bit earlier to try and figure something out about some investigations he recently had deep in the Costa Rican jungle," Sam answered while he consulted his notes. Henry groaned at that.
"He was probably on some wild goose chase to try and prove some dinosaur is running through the jungles and then when he couldn't find any evidence, he'd blame us anyway," the scientist complained while Jake nodded his head in agreement. Bobbie scoffed at their sentiments.
"When I met the man, he didn't seem that bad," she retorted. Jake and Henry chuckled hysterically at that statement as Bobbie became a little steamed at their response.
"Alright you three, quit screwing around," Sam said butting in and trying to prevent a war of words. Everyone was tense at the moment because of Nublar and everything else and he didn't need things to escalate. "Departmental reports, now."
That got groans out of everyone to Sam's pleasure as it took their minds off of other matters.
"Bobbie," Sam began as he Roberta fished in her coat for a small notepad which she took out and leafed through.
"Minor cuts and scrapes, the occasional twisted ankle, nothing out of the ordinary," she noted. "We've finished the inventory of our supplies the other day and right now I've got my team reviewing notes and running drills on performing triage…for when the fences fail."
That statement immediately brought down the enthusiasm of the crowd.
"I'm still operating under the assumption that we will still be on this island when that happens," said Bobbie softly, desperately hoping to be wrong. Sam sighed and looked away not sure how to respond.
"So we are," Gerry figured groaning while responding for the head of Sorna's inability to.
"I don't know," Sam confessed looking at them. "But I've got Kevin and Jennifer figuring out how long it will take to completely evacuate the island. Once they let me know the numbers, I'll have a better idea about what our options are once we get closer to the point of no return."
"I can't believe we don't have a contingency plan in place to evacuate this place," Bobbie stated in disbelief. Sam shrugged as he leaned against the side of the hanger, but immediately thought better of it as the metal was extremely hot due to the sun.
"We never thought things would go sour this far into the project," he offered simply before adding. "But, we do have a contingency plan in place. It's not designed to evacuate the island, but hopefully it'll help us out anyway."
"Well spill, what does it involve?" asked Bobbie needing to know to calm her nerves. Sam chuckled nervously at that.
"I'm not allowed to go into the details, only that the plan exists and will be utilized once certain circumstances arise," was all he admitted to. "When that happens, then you'll know."
Bobbie couldn't believe her ears that there was some plan that could be used that would save a lot of lives in the coming days, but the head of the island wouldn't use it.
"So who knows about this plan?" she demanded next, using her years of medical training to search for alternatives to finding out the information.
"On this island, I know the details along with Jake, Henry, and Gerry, while Lori knows that a plan exists and can gain access to the details in an emergency situation. Daniela I'll fill in once the staffs of the two islands are merged," Sam answered. Bobbie crossed her arms in front of her chest as she toyed with her stethoscope with one hand.
"And I'm not allowed to know why?" she asked at a loss. Sam looked at her with an expression that told the whole story.
"Because if you're the only one left of the senior staff, then there'll be nothing on this island left saving," he said bluntly and then placed his hand on her shoulder for reassurance as he stared at her. "We all trust with our lives, all we ask is that you do the same for us."
Bobbie looked away from his gaze a little ashamed but then turned to face him.
"Alright," she conceded, backing down from her protests. "I'll let it go. But I'm warning you all now. I am responsible for the lives of 321 people on this island and probably am also going to be responsible for the 50 or 60 coming over from Indigo. If I find out you're putting them in harm's way, I will relieve you of duty as defined in my contracted scope of power as the medical practitioner on this island."
Sam gave her a lopsided grin as he dropped his arm back down to his side. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
Silence then fell over the group before the sound of an engine coming to a halt was heard and everyone turned to see Lori Ruso and Nicolette Stefrassa exit their vehicle and approach them. The two regarded the mellow situation before them with curiosity…or at least Lori did, Nicolette didn't seem to care.
"What did we miss?" asked Lori concerned as she looked around at the group's demeanor. And then she saw Bobbie's notepad in her hand and her expression turned to shock.
"You didn't already give your monthly reports did you?" she asked upset. And then she turned to Jake and Henry, although more to Jake.
"What did you say this time?" she demanded as she pulled out her briefcase and took out a heavy document. Jake's expression turned to a stunned stupor at this turn of events.
"I-uh-um…," he stammered, not sure what to say for this abrupt line of questioning. Lori groaned at that.
"I knew it!" she said triumphantly and then held up the multi-page document. "I told you yesterday that I was going to be a little late to the rendezvous because I had to include a section about what would be the future of the production facilities after the fences fail!"
Jake glared at her. "I didn't say anything!" he protested in vain, finally speaking up for himself.
"Oh, sure," Lori scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "Just like the last time you 'didn't say anything' at a monthly report when I was sick and then after I got better I had to explain to the top brass what was really going on with the production facilities."
Lori was about to continue ranting when she saw the stunned looks from the others.
"What?" she asked at a loss. Bobbie began shaking as her lips suddenly began buzzing before she broke down and started laughing hysterically at the outburst and soon Henry, Sam, Jake and Gerry were as well. Lori looked around confused before she realized that Jake really hadn't said anything and her face dropped down into her hands in humiliation.
"I don't suppose you could help someone with their foot in their mouth?" she asked of Bobbie. The resident MD shook her head as she wiped a tear from her face.
"Sorry, LoRu, I'm not a dentist," she remarked offhand and choked back a couple more giggles. Lori nodded her head expecting that reply when a thought occurred to her as she saw Jake kneeling over holding his sides from laughing so hard.
"But you do help with back injuries right?" she asked. Bobbie stopped laughing and gave a strange look as she used her sleeve to wipe some spit off her mouth.
"Uh-huh," she confirmed, a little confused and suspicious. Lori nodded her head curtly and then became completely focused as she hefted the thick report in her hand and then walked over to Jake. She then lifted up the document in her hands and smacked him hard against the back causing the scientist to collapse in a heap on the ground.
"My suit…," Jake complained with a modicum of false sadness as he still lay on the ground.
"You deserved that," Lori remarked snootily and then helped the scientist back up to his feet and brushed some dirt off of his suit. But before anyone could say anything else, the sounds of an airplane was heard as the DC-3 came into view from over the tree line being flanked by a pair of pterodactyls. The trio of objects soared overhead before the plane turned away from the two dinosaurs and made for a landing on the airstrip. The two pterodactyls waved their wings in a show of respect and then quickly soared downwards passed the plane and over the heads of the workers on the ground before heading off into the distance as the plane landed.
"Let's go meet the new neighbors," Sam quipped as the group approached the plane whose engines were slowly coming to a halt. The rear door opened and Jennifer appeared and placed the steps leading to the ground before hopping out.
"To our distinguished passengers, thank you for flying Jurassic Air with non-stop flights from San Jose to Isla Indigo, Jurassic Park, and Site B. We hope you enjoy your stay on our little island, but please don't feed the local wildlife. Thank you and have a nice day."
The passengers emerged from the plane with their luggage and Samantha Brown led them over to the workers.
"It's good to see you again Samantha," said Sam holding out his hand which Samantha immediately shook and then turned to the rest of the workers.
"Thank you all for making it out here today," she said, pleased. "I know things have been a little stressful as of late and that you haven't really been getting the kind of direction you've needed from HQ and the board. But that's all about to change. I'm here now and during my stay I'll be laying out the future for Site B and InGen. But in the meantime I have introductions to make…"
"Ah, I already know the important people," said Richard Levine dismissively. "I'm going to go find me a dinosaur."
He instantly headed off for the jungle just beyond the airstrip without another word leaving Samantha a little steamed at him for his constant inability to follow the rules she'd laid out for his stay.
"I wouldn't go that way if I were you," Henry warned of the departing Levine. The doctor stopped in his tracks upon hearing that as light dinosaur noises could be heard in the distance.
"And why not?" he demanded. Henry shrugged lightly.
"Because that way will get you to the Velociraptor enclosure," he responded. "And while we're constantly doing everything we can to stop them from escaping, I'd rather you didn't give them an incentive to get creative."
Levine looked at the jungle line with a mixture of fear of grumpiness before turning around and heading back to the group as Samantha gave a silent thank you to Henry for his assistance.
"Now then, how about some introductions?" the Board Member asked, eager to get this day off on the right foot once again. "I suppose I'll start off with introducing the senior staff on the island. First we have the head of Site B, Sam Stone. Next we have Lori Ruso, she's in charge of the production facilities on this island and pretty much the second in command of this entire island. After that we have Doctors Jake Whitacre and Henry Wu who are the head researchers on this island. This here is Doctor Gerry Harding who is our veterinarian…"
Kelly instantly perked up at that. "You're not related to Doctor Sarah Harding are you?" she asked hopeful. Gerry chuckled at her statement because he'd wondered why this young woman's attire and demeanor reminded him so much of his daughter's.
"Guilty as charged," he remarked and then nodded his head at her approvingly and then warned. "But I hope your interest in her goes beyond just outward appearance."
Kelly immediately sobered up and nodded her head. "I'm as committed to wildlife conservation as she is."
Gerry nodded his head. "Great. I could make use with an animal behaviorist right now."
Kelly looked at him confused. "You don't have one? If Jurassic Park was a park then you had to have had a game warden."
The InGen workers turned sullen at that before Samantha cut back in to try and prevent the conversation from turning sour.
"All questions can wait until later," she informed them. "Next we have Doctor Roberta Carter; she's the head of medicine on this island."
"Ah, Doctor Carter," said Marty walking up and shaking her hand. "I'd heard rumors InGen hired you after your residency. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they paid you off not to say anything to me when we last met."
"And you'd be wrong," said Bobbie immediately. "But thank you, though. You convinced me to look deeper into what had happened and that got me my job here."
Marty gave her a gracious tip of the head though inwardly he was a little mad she found out the truth about these islands before he did. Kelly and Arby meanwhile she shared a blank look over what the two were talking about.
"And finally we have Nicolette Stefrassa, the head of strategic planning," Samantha concluded. Levine immediately walked up and grabbed her hand.
"I was hoping there'd be a beauty amongst the beasts," he told her as he tried to kiss her hand. Nicolette immediately yanked her hand away before he got the chance.
"This of course is Doctor Richard Levine," said Samantha once more butting in before Nicolette had the chance to slap the man. "And next we have Doctor Martin Gutierrez and Jack Thorne."
"Sure are a lot of doctors around," Arby commented wryly to Kelly.
"Oh, hush," she said amused and lightly pushed him to the side.
"Hey Jack, long time no see," said Gerry shaking the head of Mobile Field System's hand. Doc nodded his head.
"Finally got a chance to see where you work for a change," the man remarked looking around. "Your daughter sure wanted to get the same opportunity, though."
"Well, when you've seen one dinosaur you've seen them all," the veterinarian responded. Doc nodded his head as if receiving sage advice.
"No new devices you're testing out here?" contined Gerry a little disappointed. Doc laughed.
"They've temporarily impounded it on that other island," he revealed. Gerry chuckled at that.
"And finally these young researchers are Kelly Curtis and R.B. Benton," stated Samantha concluding the introductions. "Now then, we can all get…"
"Wait a minute," said Jake cutting in. "You forgot someone."
"Umm, who?" asked Samantha confused looking around. Jake pointed to Daniela St. Ives who had made the trip over along with the rest of them.
"I don't think I've ever seen her on this island before," he continued innocently. Daniela shook her head at Jake in shame before walking up to him and helping him straighten his collar.
"It's very simple who I am," began Daniela as she coddled his tie and then immediately tugged on it so that it tightened around Jake's neck. "I'm the one who is going to kick your ass for being insubordinate!"
"Can't…breathe…," Jake faked being choked. He then looked to Bobbie for help but she gave him a dim look before consulting her notes.
"Since the matter of posteriors has been brought up, I'd say it's time for the new arrivals to get their shots," she announced. The others looked at her confused and dismayed.
"We've already been inoculated for travel to Costa Rica," Levine protested. Bobbie shook her head.
"Oh, I know that," she told him. "But this isn't Costa Rica. The animals here haven't been on this earth for a long, long time. And they've brought some prehistoric diseases along with them."
Marty completed blanched at that fact. He hadn't even considered the possibility that the dinosaurs could be even deadlier than they appeared to be or what those ramifications any escapees might have on the Costa Rican environment.
"Now there's nothing to be really be concerned about as far as catching any prehistoric diseases, but I like to err on the side of caution," Bobbie stated as she walked off to one of the two nearby Jurassic Park tour vehicles. "Now if you'll come with me we'll get this all taken care of."
The group followed Bobbie towards the vehicles and even Levine begrudgingly went with them as he had no desire to waste his entire trip feeling sick to his stomach.
"I'll go with them since the lab is on their way to the clinic," Gerry figured and headed after them. But as he passed Jake and Henry, he shared a warning glance with them that Samantha internally noted before he piled in with the group into the vehicles and they rolled off down the track.
"Impressive," said Samantha watching the vehicles go as she headed with the others to the other car as behind them Jennifer and Kevin used their towing vehicle to pull the DC-3 back into its hanger. "Have you achieved full functionality yet?"
Sam shook his head. "Not entirely. We're still laying out track across the island and there are still some bugs to be worked out, but it works well for short hops."
Samantha nodded her head as she made a note of the work being done out here to conserve fuel and energy resources.
"Speaking of Jurassic Park, heard anything new from the cleanup team?" Samantha asked curious. Sam shrugged as he got into the car.
"It's going as well as can be expected," he remarked as the group piled into the gas powered jeep and Sam started it up and they headed off into the jungle as the sounds of brachiosaurs trumpeting could be heard.
Nublar: Ed Regis and his special ops team retreated from the jungle in a hailfire of bullets before meeting up once more with Jeff Thomas and the group still waiting at the docks having now unloaded all of the equipment.
"I take it things aren't going well?" asked Jeff drily as he looked at the dilophosaur goop that covered Team 1. Ed scowled angrily at the entire situation.
"It's never rains but it pours," he complained bitterly. "Fire up the Humvees and make sure their heavy guns are fully loaded. Those dilo bastards want to play hard to get, I'll mow down the whole jungle to root them out. I won't be run off this island twice."
"Sir, if I may make a suggestion," began Jeff earnestly in an attempt not to lose any workers on a plan he felt hadn't been thought through enough. "It's clear that this area of the island is going to pose more of a problem than the rest. I suggest we move all the equipment further inland past the dilophosaur's territorial range. Then we can clean up the easier sections of the island and then return to this area once that's done."
Ed sighed.
"I'm not a coward," he said softly as if reassuring himself. Jeff nodded his head.
"Yes of course sir. Just look at it this way, the east docks were never intended to be our base of operations. We're just heading to where we need to go to make sure this operation runs smoothly," Jeff said diplomatically. Ed nodded his head.
"Alright get it done," he ordered as he walked off a little bit to calm his nerves. Ed nodded and turned to the group leaders.
"Get the vehicles loaded and rolling and headed for the Visitors Center and the Lodge," he ordered. "I'll have the Venture move out to deeper waters for now and launch the Pave Lows, the Blackhawks, and our lone Apache and they can conduct the routine sweep that we planned for."
"Should we engage any hostiles we run across?" asked the helicopter commander. Jeff shook his head.
"Not until we're set up at our base of operations and can keep track of hostilities encountered and destroyed. Those of us on the ground will take out anything we run across on our way to the lodge but that's just out of pure necessity," Jeff informed the group. "Okay, let's roll out before the hostiles hem us in here."
The team leaders nodded and moved to their groups as the computer programmers were pushed past him into a pair of Jeep Cherokees which was then flanked by a group of heavily armed Humvees and immediately they rolled out down the dirt road into the jungle. Other vehicles of different makes and models rolled past as well as Jeff headed for the SS Venture crewmember that was waiting for instructions to relay to his captain. As Jeff reached him, he had to remain quiet for a few moments as he waited for the noise of the departing helicopters to pass and then when that happened, he waited another moment when the sounds of heavy machinegun fire was heard erupting in the jungle.
"They'd better not be shooting at ghosts," Jeff complained ruefully. Although he was here on Pacific Pharmaceuticals business and what happened to InGen was really no concern of his, he still had no desire to see this operation fail.
"So what's the plan?" asked the crewmember as a trio of M1A1 Abrams Tanks rolled past and into the jungle.
"Get the ship to a safe distance and drop anchor and tell the Anne B. that when she shows up that she's to head for the East Dock. We'll call you with updates," Jeff ordered. The crewmember nodded and then ran up the stairs and Jeff turned around and walked over to one of the few remaining vehicles still on the dock which was equipped with high powered communication devices to act as a sort of mobile command center.
"Are we good?" asked Ed. Jeff nodded his head and the duo got in to the car and the driver started it up and the final vehicles moved off from the dock as the SS Venture headed for safer waters. The vehicle rolled into the jungle and Jeff was silently relieved that no other vehicles were in sight because it meant they hadn't run into any major problems. The vehicle had just passed through a tunnel when the driver made a note of something on the radio and turned to Jeff and Ed.
"Apparently there's a crashed Jurassic Park jeep on the embankment to the left," the worker noted. Ed seemed to stiffen upon hearing that as Jeff craned his head up to look through the window at the jeep that was sitting on the embankment just above them as the vehicle drove by.
"Wonder what it's doing up there?" asked Jeff feigning curiosity as he knew damn well what the jeep signified. Ed just shook his head.
"It's not our concern at the moment," he responded as if leaving no room for debate. "I know it's there from my earlier trip. We'll deal with it later."
"That's not what you were hoping to find with Team 1 were you?" asked Jeff conspiratorially in the hopes that Ed might leak something.
"What did Team 3 have to say about the fences?" asked the Head of PR instead, thereby avoiding the question altogether.
"The fence was online," Jeff responded. Ed seemed to relax upon hearing that as the vehicle drove up the hill and turned around and was now headed above the spot where the jeep had crashed through the guardrail.
"Alright stop the car," Ed ordered abruptly. The driver looked back at the two as if they were crazy but Jeff nodded his head and the vehicle skidded to a halt.
"I'll be right back," Ed stated as he opened the door and slid over the edge and went straight to the jeep. Jeff sighed and hopped out with his rifle at the ready and slid down the embankment after him. As he appeared in the open passenger side door where Ed was sitting and rummaging through the belongings in the vehicle both ended up startled.
"Don't scare me like that," Ed complained as Jeff stared stunned at the decaying corpse of Dennis Nedry. He was just grateful that the gear they were wearing to defend against dilophosaur attacks included a facemask that helped filter the air otherwise he would be vomiting right now as opposed to just having to try and not think about doing so.
"Who was he?" Jeff asked. Ed shrugged as he rooted through the glove compartment.
"An ass," he said unapologetically. "His name was Dennis Nedry and he was the lead programmer on this island."
"What was he doing out here, trying to flee the area after the fences failed?" Jeff said, asking another question to which he already knew the answer. Ed chuckled ruefully at that.
"This fat bastard was the reason the fences failed in the first place," he grumbled as he finished combing through the glove compartment. Evidently not finding what he was looking for, he then turned around and began looking through the rear of the vehicle while trying to avoid touching Nedry's body.
"Damnit," Ed complained after again not finding what he was ordered to do. Jeff gave a visual sweep of the area before turning back to his boss.
"Looking for something specific?" he asked pointedly. Ed sighed as he drummed his fingers on the dashboard in deep thought which looked odd in contrast to Nedry's body.
"Are you familiar with corporate espionage?" asked Ed out of the blue after a few moments of contemplation. Jeff was grateful that the goggles covering his eyes helped cover his startled expression at that question. If Ed Regis had figured out the truth of Jeff's reason for coming to Nublar than that was it for himself, his team, and his real boss.
"Yes," he said, figuring there was no reason it denying it. Ed took one last look at the spot where Nedry's feet rested and then got out of the jeep.
"Having been involved with PR for as long as I can remember, I've certainly been responsible for either covering up or putting a spin on corporate espionage from time to time," Ed said distantly as he looked at the tow cable stretched from the jeep to a tree down below and then turned to look at the passenger side door laying nearby that had been ripped off by clawed hands.
"But this…this is in a league of its own," continued Ed sadly. "People died because of what happened here. Good people who didn't deserve this kind of fate and I could very well have been one of them if I hadn't gotten sick. But if I can't find what I'm looking for then their deaths will not be avenged."
Jeff felt a little bit of inner turmoil at that statement as it seemed clear that Ed did need to find that container of embryos for reasons beyond just corporate secrets. But Jeff knew he needed that container just as badly in order to thwart Biosyn once and for all.
But before Jeff could try and offer some form of response, something caught his eye.
"We have to go now!" he shouted at Ed and grabbed a hold of him and pulled him out of the way as a blob of dilophosaur venom smacked into the side of the jeep.
"They just don't give up!" shouted Ed angrily as more venom globs peppered the area while a pair of dilos appeared from through the trees as more venom flew from behind them from still unseen ones. Jeff looked up the embankment at the gunner manning the heavy machine gun atop their vehicle, but saw that the gunner was now busy fending off an attack of their own from the dinosaurs.
But before Jeff could belt out any orders, a blur caught his attention and he whirled his head around to see a dilophosaur bounding through the ground straight at him before it leapt into the air with all claws and teeth glistening in the light as it dove right at him with a bloodthirsty roar.