Isla Indigo: Daniela St. Ives was on her phone speaking with Kelly Curtis and R.B. Benton who were outside of InGen on a payphone having done all the digging they could for the day.
"We couldn't find out much in the time we had, but just looking at the computer infrastructure of this place, if someone had sent an e-mail and your coworker didn't accidentally delete it but it was still erased, then it would've had to have been done by someone at corporate," Arby figured.
"But not by some third party?" asked Daniela writing down everything the young programmer said.
"I don't see how because the e-mail system is on the intranet so nobody from outside could get access to it let alone delete a sent e-mail without being at an InGen terminal," was Arby's opinion on that question. "Not saying that wouldn't be impossible, but I'd think the odds would be against it."
Daniela breathed out a long breath of air at hearing that and to prepare her for what she was about to say next.
"Okay, if I gave you a rough estimate about when I thought that e-mail was sent, how hard would it be to dig into the code and figure out who sent it?" asked Daniela next, fully aware that what she was asking could get her fired if found out by the rest of the Board. Arby whistled at that as Kelly scratched the back of her neck nervously.
"Digging probably would take some time and I could easily cover my tracks once I'm done, but the bigger issue is getting caught while I'm in there," Arby figured. "Once I start looking for something beyond the basic interface, they're going to know."
"So we'd need a distraction," Daniela reasoned. "Okay, you two keep digging through what you can access without causing trouble. I'll see you in a few days and we can further discuss our options then."
"Will do," said Kelly into the receiver before Arby hung it up.
"So what now?" the programmer asked of the adventurer. Kelly looked up at the sky which was beginning to darken with the onset of dusk.
"Now you buy me dinner," she told her friend as she clamped onto his arm and dragged him away protesting that he was a poor college student. But Kelly knew he'd pay anyway and they'd have a good time too.
Nighttime, San Diego Hospital: Jake Whitacre and Henry Wu were recuperating on their hospital beds after their nasty tumble with the Jeep.
"Jake, would you admit one thing to me?" Henry asked. Jake took a sip of the soup he had on his lap and nodded his head.
"Sure," the other scientist responded.
"You intentionally landed us here so you could get out of Alejandro's cooking for a few days," Henry deduced. Jake chortled at that before nearly spitting out the soup in his mouth before he began coughing while laughing at the same time before wincing as his sides still hurt.
"You're damn right," Jake confirmed before turning reflective. "I hope Jennifer got that sample, though."
"She's a good girl, I think she did," Henry reasoned. "But she'll want to know why we needed it so badly."
"Well she doesn't need to know," Jake swore. "Nobody does; nobody but us."
"What about Carly, Colin, Abbey, and Derek?" Henry pointed out in regards to the group investigating the effects of lysine deprivation on the dinosaurs. "They're smart and capable, they'll figure it out. Or at the very least, Carly will put all the pieces together."
"Then that's her problem with figuring out what to do with that knowledge because we don't have time to deal with it," Jake said at least a little sympathetic to the closest thing they had to a protégée. "We've only got about 80 days left until the fences fail, right?"
"Something like that," Henry agreed before sighing heavily and laying back down on his bed. "And there's one place we have to go before that happens."
"He won't let us go there…officially or otherwise," Jake warned.
"If we cared about being official with everything then we wouldn't have been able to make the dinosaurs," Henry shot back. "We'll have to come up with a list of whatever options we have to get transportation off the island and back without anyone realizing we were gone."
"On top of that, once we get there I hope we can figure out where Gustavius went," said Jake a bit miffed at his inability to explain that lingering question.
"We can worry about finding him later," Henry said as he set aside his soup, fluffed his pillow, and pulled up his bed sheet. "If we can't figure out whether the DNA sequences have been modified or not then E.L.E. might as well be useless to us."
Jake nodded his head at that but otherwise remained silent as he too began getting ready to go to sleep as well.
"This EKG is going to drive me nuts," Jake swore due to the constant pings from the device.
"Well I don't think pulling the sensor off of your arm is going to make things any better," Henry advised. "So if you can't sleep then think of home. Think of the cool ocean breeze blowing in from the west, the rustle of the treetops, the Velociraptors ripping a goat to shreds."
Soon both were snoring away.
InGen Headquarters, San Diego: Peter Ludlow was heading out the door as the building security began closing up for the night.
"Anything else to report?" the COO asked of the front door receptionist Stephanie Sandelder. She shook her head as she collected her things.
"No, I-," she began as the phone began to ring. She looked up at Ludlow curious as to whether she should answer it.
"Take a message and say we're closed," he ordered. Stephanie nodded and picked it up.
"InGen: BioEngineering: We Make Your Future, this is Stephanie Sandelder speaking. We're about to close, can I take a message?" she said crisply into the phone. Ludlow couldn't hear the other end of the line but his expression turned to concern as Stephanie's eyes bugged out and she jotted down the message.
"Yes sir, absolutely sir, I'll see that he gets it first thing tomorrow," she promised into the phone. "You have a good day, sir."
She slowly hung up the phone and stared at it before quickly writing down the note so she wouldn't forget.
"Who was it?" asked Ludlow curious.
"The boss," said Stephanie in a stunned tone as she picked up her things and carried them with her. Ludlow was now left at a loss that his uncle, John Hammond, had called InGen since he'd been incommunicado for such a long time. But what had happened since he'd last spoken with his uncle that would change his withdrawn demeanor. And then it hit him…
E.L.E.
Ludlow scowled internally at that realization. Of course his uncle could still maintain his presence in InGen's computer systems without actually being on the premises. And E.L.E. was such a red flag that it would've been foolish to assume that if it were activated that the CEO of the company wouldn't find out. And so Ludlow could only rue the fact that once more Jake Whitacre and Henry Wu were proving to be such thorns in his side even after having been sidelined from action for a few days-completely ignoring that Samantha Brown had been the one to call for its implementation and he himself had approved it if only to avoid making matters worse on Sorna. Only now things had gotten worse.
"What did he want?" asked Ludlow with a light tone that completely hid his inner turmoil after Stephanie had begun to stare at him waiting for a response.
"Just that he wants you to call him first thing in the morning. He didn't say about what," the receptionist responded as the two walked out the front doors and the security officers locked it up tight.
"Then that's what I'll do," said the COO trying to sound cheerful as he headed for his chauffeured towncar. "Goodnight my dear I'll see you tomorrow."
Stephanie tipped her head at him and then headed in the direction of the bus stop and the two parted ways.
Lodge, Isla Nublar: Samantha Brown was up late at night with Jeff Thomas and some of the other senior members of the Jurassic Park Demolition Project trying to develop a plan of attack that would finally rid them of the dilophosaur infestation.
Isla Indigo: Daniela St. Ives was going over plans to combine her island's personnel with Site B's and making appropriate notes on what she found wrong with that plan. And she was running out of time as her deadline was the day Nublar was finally demolished.
Worker Village, Isla Sorna: Lori Ruso waved goodnight to Richard Levine as he stomped away angrily at being again denied the opportunity to visit the Embryo Production Facilities. An ordinary person would've been left annoyed at his requests but she had an ace up her sleeves. Levine was still happy to be venturing into the interior of the island the next day but she'd neglected to let him know they'd be walking rather than taking a vehicle for their tour.
Pacific Pharmaceuticals Headquarters, San Diego: John Brown was poring over a map of Isla Nublar and making various notes on it. He then stared down at a line pointing from the Visitor's Center to the east docks with a giant circle on it. Clasping his hands in front of himself, he sighed deeply and then grabbed his phone and began making urgent calls.
It was a fitful sleepless night for many at home and abroad.
Next Morning: The sun rose above the early morning fog that tended to permeate the InGen islands. Samantha Stone stood outside enjoying the quiet of the early morning air…the calm before the storm of what was to come.
"Morning," said Jeff Thomas breaking into her reverie with a cup and a canteen full of coffee. He handed the cup to Samantha who gratefully accepted it as he poured her a cup.
"Thanks," the Board Member verbally stated before looking around. "Are they gassing up the vehicles?"
Jeff nodded his head. "We should be ready to go in another hour or so. The good news is that even though everything else was pretty much trashed in this place the underground gas tanks and fuel lines are still intact. We haven't had to worry too much about needing the fuel we have on the Venture because not much of the existing supply had been used up here."
"Good to see something good came out of having to evacuate this island on such short notice," Samantha said ruefully but knew that the team leader of the demolition project hadn't meant anything by his comment. After all, he was right in his assessment about the fuel.
"Were you ever here before it happened?" Jeff asked curiously. Samantha nodded her head.
"Yes but never under good circumstances. I had to come out here every time something bad happened that involved personnel and make a formal report on it to the Board and the lawyers," she told him. "You think you've seen bad stuff since we've been here and you're right. But I don't take much pleasure in saying that I've seen worse."
Jeff nodded his head in quiet understanding. He too had seen a lot of things he'd never forget working under orders from his boss John Brown in the areas of competitive intelligence and occasionally industrial espionage.
"Hopefully today won't be one of those days," he answered frankly and waved goodbye as he went to check on the convoy preparations. Samantha drained her cup of coffee and threw the cup in the trash before returning to the lobby to re-review the plans once more.
Isla Sorna: "I didn't wake up at the crack of dawn for this!" shouted Richard Levine as he stumbled behind the tour group as they walked further into the interior of the island. Doc Thorne was nearby writing down detailed notes on the fences and other assorted pieces of technology as Marty Gutierrez also took down copious notes of things that interested him.
"You wanted to get up at the crack of dawn to come out here so don't blame me," Lori shot back from up ahead as she chewed on a bran muffin.
"Well I didn't realize we wouldn't be riding a vehicle," Levine complained. A maintenance truck rolled past and honked at Lori who waved before the truck disappeared into the mists ahead of them.
"I told you before we're trying to conserve fuel," the Head of Production told him. "We will have electric tour vehicles at some point in the future but that won't be until well after Jurassic Park is demolished. Until then we have to make do."
"But couldn't we ride in to the interior of the island with some other group and then do a tour there?" Levine reasoned. Lori nodded her head.
"We might do that at some point in the future but we'd have to better packed since we may be out there awhile waiting for another vehicle to make it out our way to pick us up," she responded. "But we can think about that later because we're at our first stop, the Brachiosaur. Now let me see if I can work this thing."
Lori pulled out a handheld device that Sheila had cobbled together that worked like the tour vehicles interactive display back on Nublar. It was more sophisticated than just having the walkman tapes or the compact discs that had originally been made for Jurassic Park: San Diego…not that anyone on Sorna had any clue where those tapes or diiscs were these days.
"If you look to your right, you'll see the mighty herbivore of the late Jurassic Era, the brachiosaur," began the narrator as the group looked past the electrified fence to see nothing but fog and some darkened trunks that either were dinosaur legs or just trees. Levine briefly considered ranting again but instead groaned and held his head in his hands.
This tour was getting off to a great start.
San Diego International Airport: Sarah and Jess Harding were standing in line to get their plane tickets.
"So where are we going again?" asked Jess confused. "We got here so early I don't even think you told me."
"We're going to look at a mine in the Dominican Republic," Sarah answered, reminding herself that her sister wasn't fully up to speed on her investigation.
"Oh. Where's that?" asked Jess genuinely confused.
"Don't you pay attention in geography?" Sarah asked exasperated. Jess gave a large smile at that.
"Only when its places you've been to for your expeditions," the younger sister told her. Sarah rolled her eyes as Jess laughed at her reaction.
"You're going to need to know geography too if you plan on going into biology like dad and I," the animal behaviorist informed her sibling. "It is an island on the Caribbean Sea. Well, half an island since it shares the other half with Haiti."
"Ooh, can we go to the Bahamas afterwards?" Jess pleaded as they reached the ticket counter.
"No, we're on business!" Sarah snapped lightly before turning to the person behind the counter and getting them checked in.
Across the airport at the tarmac, Pacific Pharmaceuticals Executive John Brown sat in his corporate jet as it taxied to the runway to take off for Costa Rica. Sitting on a seat in the airport terminal, Lewis Dodgson watched the plane before turning his attention to a worker who approached him.
"Our source in the airport confirmed it sir. He's headed for Costa Rica," the worker told him. Dodgson nodded his head.
"So it begins," he said softly himself with a small grin on his face before turning back to the worker. "Tell the corporate jet team they'd better be ready to go in a half-hour or they can start looking for new jobs."
The worker stiffened at that statement, gave a simple acknowledgment, and hurried off. Dodgson returned his attention to the window as he watched the plane roll out of sight before reaching down into his bag and pulling out a Barbasol can.
"You may have failed me in life Nedry but you'd better damn well not fail me in death," Dodgson swore and then collected his things and walked off to find the nearest payphone.
Pacific Pharmaceuticals Corporate Jet: John Brown was looking over a map of Isla Nublar with various notes on it. He then consulted his computer and then either wrote down new lines or erased others.
"Sir, we're almost ready for takeoff," said the flight attendant. John nodded and powered down his computer and tucked the map away.
"Was the Pacific Pharmaceuticals branch able to find someone?" he asked as the plan engines began powering up.
"Yes sir, they finally did find someone who will take you to Isla Nublar and will take cash but that person said you're taking your life in your own hands by going there. Apparently sea trawlers have been having problems for the past decade with heading southwest to either Nublar or Los Cinco Muertos. They're starting to get superstitious," the flight attendant answered. "If you don't mind my asking sir, what is going on down there?"
John Brown leaned forward with a conspiratorial smile on his face. "Off the record let's just say you can't keep something from returning from the grave after being dead for 65 million years."
That reference was lost on the flight attendant who just nodded their head and returned to their seat as the plane took off down the runway.
Visitor's Center, Nublar: "Acknowledged sir," said Howard King before he shut off his satellite phone.
"What is it?" asked Ed James smoking a cigarette near the entrance to the underground parking garage. The rest of the programmers and staff were in the dining area having breakfast and talking about the day's planned events and the two had been easily able to sneak off.
"The boss thinks Pacific Pharmaceuticals is going to make its move on the canister today during the fight in Dilophosaur territory," King confirmed.
"Oh hell," said James throwing the cigarette on the concrete in front of him and lighting up a new one. "I knew it was coming but you're right today would be the day to grab it make off with it. But where is the damn thing? They searched Nedry's jeep when we first arrived and they didn't find it in there."
"No, they didn't. But when I was on the docks of Nublar waiting for Nedry to show up with that can there was a torrential downpour going on. I'd guess the device got washed down the hill and is somewhere near the road to the docks," King reasoned. "So my course of action is clear. My question to you is, could you provide a distraction if I need one?"
"Sure," James confirmed nonchalantly. "But it'll be one hell of a distraction. Because if there's one good thing about the boss it was that he didn't trust that second rate programmer. And so with a little background knowledge I was able to find the line of code he used to bring this facility to its knees."
King nodded his head and clapped James on the shoulder and then silently walked off into the Visitors Center. James took one more drag of his cigarette and then tossed it off into the grass and stepped in as well.
The temperature on Nublar seemed to drop several degrees. In the distance, storm clouds could be seen on the horizon.
Sorna: "Well can't we go in there and look?" asked Levine. "They are herbivores after all."
"Yeah, herbivores several stories tall that way several metric tons," Lori added. "And if one of them steps on you then any chance you had of achieving either of those goals will be effectively null and void."
Thorne chuckled at that while Gutierrez wrote down a note about what she had said.
"I was promised that I would see dinosaurs and I intend to make that promise happen. Your investors won't be happy if in my report I fail to mention the fruits of this project," Levine pointed out to the Head of Production. Lori sighed before looking past him down the mist shrouded road.
"You want to see a dinosaur that's fine with me," she agreed before pointing her head at something past him. "Why you don't you go stand by marker 131 down there for a few moments and you'll see a dinosaur. Maybe more than one."
Levine had a suspicion something was amiss but shrugged and walked down to the marker. He looked at the high electrical fence above him with the pulsating blue and red lights at the top of the fence posts but there was otherwise no indicator of what dinosaurs lay beyond it since the area was still covered in fog.
"When am I going to-," he began irritated.
ROARRRR!
CRACKLE…CRACKLE…SPARK
Electricity flew everywhere from multiple parts of the fence as several blurs rushed up against it and then retreated from the shocks. Levine for his part jumped out of his skin he was so terrified by what happened. And just as quickly as it started it was over and the blurs retreated back into the jungle.
"Boy they sure liked you," Lori commented as the team walked up to the shivering Levine. "I counted about seven or eight of them. Guess you being new to the island made your scent more attractive. These days we can only get two or three for a regular worker if we're lucky. Most times they don't come at all."
"What was that?" Gutierrez asked astounded at the display.
"Deinonychus dinosaurs," Lori answered. "Although we sometimes called them Deinonychosaurs around here because just about everything else ends in –saur around here."
"And those were responsible for the A1 incident?" Gutierrez asked next. Lori nodded her head reluctantly.
"The species was," she confirmed. "They escaped from Nublar during a hiccup in the power. Everyone thought they died somewhere in the Pacific but clearly they didn't."
"Have any escapees from here reached the mainland?" asked Gutierrez. Lori snorted at that.
"We haven't had any escapees from here in years," she scoffed. "Sure we get the occasional internal prison break like we did the other day but none have made it to the beaches. If they had, the motion tracker numbers would reflect it."
Gutierrez wrote down some notes about that as memories of the chart back on his office wall came to mind.
"What do you think would happen in the event of total containment failure?" asked Thorne curious.
"You mean like what Nedry did to Nublar?" asked Lori for clarification. Thorne nodded his head.
"I'd say the possibility of something similar suddenly happening here is pretty slim since we're not as dependant on automation as Nublar was," Lori figured as the team walked down the road as Levine flipped off the unseen dinosaurs. "But we are set to lose power to most of the island in 80 days… I wouldn't worry about it because we have failsafe measures in place in case that happens."
"Which would be?" Gutierrez questioned. Lori flashed a smile at him.
"Sorry, even I don't know. It's highly classified and is known only to a few," she answered. "Now c'mon, we still have a lot to see before we reach the first emergency bunker and can break for lunch."
The group headed further inland as a pair of blurs appeared once more near the fence and then darted off again.
Nublar: "Best of luck to you, Samantha," Ludlow said sincerely over the phone to Samantha as he sat in the boardroom with the rest of the board members and Daniel Ross. "We hope you make it back in one piece. I just wish there was some other way."
"Thanks," said Samantha on the other end speaking from the lobby as the convoy outside made final preparations to move out. "If we don't move them out now then we'll be behind schedule for when the Anne B. finally docks with the equipment to tear down the physical structures. So I really don't have a lot of options left on the table at this point."
"Oh, I agree," Ludlow admitted before adding reluctantly. "Just…if all else fails make sure you either recover those missing embryos or destroy them."
A hardened look passed over Samantha's face. "I will. I promise."
Ludlow nodded his head even though she couldn't see it on her end as Jeff Thomas approached her and she hung up the receiver.
"We're ready to go," the head of field operations told her. Samantha nodded her head and took one last glance at her watch to see what time it was. 9:15 a.m.
"Any words of wisdom?" she asked of the younger individual as they headed for the main doors to the outside.
"When all else fails make sure they don't live to see tomorrow," Jeff offered lightly. Samantha laughed into her hand at that.
"I knew someone once who had a motto like that," the Board Member informed her companion. "He was the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. And I hate him all the same."
Jeff didn't have a response for that he just swallowed nervously. Thankfully the two were already out and down the stairs in front of the long convoy of vehicles of all makes and models with one tank in the front and two in the rear. Hanging above just to the side over the nearby pond were the entire helicopter attack units with weapons gleaming in the morning sun.
The two advanced towards the vehicles as Ed Regis ran up to Samantha.
"National weather service says a storm is coming our way," he warned Samantha. Samantha sighed.
"This place has always been a magnet for them. Keep an eye on it for now and if you have to recall the workers out in the field," she advised.
"What about you?" asked Ed concerned. "If that storms hits and you're still out there…"
"No choice, old friend, no choice," Samantha repeated as she had said to Ludlow earlier.
"What happens if you fail and don't make it back?" asked Ed harshly. Samantha turned to face him.
"Then you tell Jake and Henry that they know what they need to do. No excuses, no second thoughts, no regrets," she swore. And then she was gone as she hopped into one of the lead vehicles and the convoy moved away from the building.
Jeff saw the concerned lines creasing the Board Member's face but knew better than to say anything. Instead he turned to Lorne Tenners and Chip Hanford who were riding in the back of the Humvee with other team leaders. He didn't even bother nodding at them or make any other movement that might make somebody suspicious. But they all knew what had to be done.
Recover that Embryo Canister at all costs and get it off the island.
Control Room: Cassie Matula watched in silence as the video feed in front of her showed the convoy rumbling off before vanishing out of sight. Sighing inwardly at being chained behind a desk, she immediately began rooting through the command files looking for anything that might give her team an advantage over any of Biosyn operatives or InGen's workers.
From behind her, Ed James watched her work with an inward smirk at her frustration. He then set his fingers on his keyboard and accessed the command menu and then went straight into the security menu and typed in a single command:
wht_rbt object
A/N: Fanfiction's formatting won't let me put in the code at is appeared in the novel and movie.