Henry's Office, Nublar: "And what makes you say that?" Henry asked. While part of him wanted to think Jake was just slightly paranoid-genuinely or not-about everything, that typically wasn't the case when it came to his chosen field: genetics.

"I can't put my finger on it exactly," Jake conceded, knowing what his friend was thinking. "But the codes shouldn't be exactly the same even if nothing suspicious is going on."

Henry's eyes narrowed as he considered the results. He then looked down at this binder which was full of CDs indicating the animal species along with the DNA code version. He then looked up at the computer screen and down at the discs and then slowly an idea starting forming in his mind.

"Henry, what version was on the disc you ran?" Jake asked, coming to the same conclusion his friend was drawing.

"The latest T-Rex version on file, 4.1," Henry answered. Jake nodded as he looked at the computer screen.

"But if I remember correctly, when Hammond decided he wanted to cover up the existence of Site B and make it seem like Nublar was where we made the dinosaurs, in order to make the computer screens seem legitimate we ported over the DNA stands for the fifteen dinosaurs that were going to be here," Jake continued with his line of thought. "But that was six months ago when we did that."

A pit began forming in Henry's stomach. "Which would mean the latest code on file here should be Version 3.7 or earlier with it most likely being 3.5. Not 4.1," the scientist said in turn. "Unless when Tim connected Nublar with Sorna a couple weeks back, the system here updated itself with the new code."

Jake slowly shook his head. "I'll admit I don't know much about how computers work, but I can't imagine it'd do that without someone actually making it happen. Someone deliberately put the most recent version on here, the question is why."

Henry was thinking of an answer for that when the phone started ringing, startling them both.

"Yo," said Jake into it after picking up the headset.

"Hey, Jake," said Tim on the other end, his voice slightly shaky. "Look, I don't mean to pry but I noticed the CPU usage just decreased over here which means your program has finished. Did you get everything you needed because I really need to shut down the mainframes," the programmer pointed out. Jake looked to Henry who had a disappointed look on his face that they were about to be circumvented from uncovering some part of the truth about what was happening.

Unfortunately, they had no legitimate reason to delay the shutdown without revealing why. "Do it," said Jake slightly disgusted as well while Tim mumbled his thanks and Jake hung up the phone. Henry closed down the DNA program and ejected the disc and put it away before reclosing the tray and then shutting down the computer.

"I suppose in the long run if we do find out somebody deliberately screwed with the code then they were the ones probably responsible for uploading 4.1 onto here," Henry pointed out as the two gathered their things.

"Yeah, but it'd be nice to know if we weren't just jumping at shadows," Jake grumbled. He got up and helped Henry collect whatever he needed from the office and put them all into their baggage. As they headed for the door, they both paused briefly before Henry turned off the lights.

"You gonna miss this place?" asked Jake, curious. Henry looked at the now mostly empty office.

"A little bit," he admitted, "You?"

"Well it's not my office plus I was never really here that much," Jake joked lightly before turning serious. "But yeah, I will. I thought Hammond was crazy building a theme park in the middle of nowhere but his enthusiasm about the whole thing definitely sold me on the idea."

"Me too," said Henry sadly. "Me too."

He shut off the lights and the two left the room for the final time.

Control Room, Sorna: Samantha Brown was staring at the results of the DNA strand comparison while wondering what Jake and Henry had made of the results…and why they were comparing them in the first place. But she couldn't come up with any ideas because genetics was a complete mystery to her.

"Well they're done," said Tim over the videolink. "So now I need to shut down the servers and the mainframes. With your approval of course."

"The means no more communications?" asked Samantha tapping a pen against her notebook.

"Not with the vidlink or the landline phones here. But we will have our satellite phones and the radio linkup to stay in contact," Tim reminded her. "If you'll excuse me."

"Right," Samantha agreed, knowing it had to be done. "But…keep an eye out on Jake and Henry if you can."

Tim didn't respond to that, he just gave a soft sigh and then nodded his head and the vidscreen shut off and then the picture on her computer was restored to normal. Samantha watched the darkened screen for a few moments before jotting down some observations in her notebook.

"Hey, Samantha," said Sam as the door opened. "We've informed practically everyone on the island about the lockdown but now it's time for your official speech to us."

Samantha nodded her head and put her notebook back into her satchel and then ran her fingers through her hair a couple of times to straighten it. She then pulled out her compact and did some brief touchup to the makeup on her face and then closed it.

"Out of the frying pan," she quipped as she followed Sam outside. As soon as they were in the hall, Samantha looked around the area.

"Seen Sheila?" Samantha asked of Sam who shook his head. "I wanted to apologize to her because I needed her to leave the room while Tim and I worked on something." She told him.

"Worry about that later, I guess," Sam pointed out bluntly. Samantha nodded her head and the two walked down the hall. The two walked back upstairs and passed the reception desk near the Jurassic Park mural and then entered into the auditorium where some workers were sitting awaiting her speech. On the stage, the TV camera setup had also been put in place and a microphone was attached to the podium and the Board Member wasted no time in walking up to it and thumbing the switch on the podium to activate the camera and microphone.

"Hello everyone, if you don't remember who I am, my name is Samantha Brown and I'm InGen's Head of Human Resources," Samantha began. "I'm sure by now most of you have heard either from your superiors or through the grapevine about what I'm going to tell you. Let me just say first, that I intentionally told only the senior staff about it and had them spread the word because I'd rather you heard about it from someone you trust rather than just as an order from the Board.

So let me just come right out and say it. What you heard is true. In less than a week this island is going to be put under permanent lockdown," Samantha began as the workers in the room stirred uneasily at her statement.

In her room, Sheila Matula was working on her portable terminal in conjunction with her desktop computer as she listened to her TV which was displaying Samantha's speech. The programmer was feverishly typing away either on one computer, the other, or sometimes both at once as she tried to download as much information about her sister's actions on Nublar before Tim killed the servers.

"C'mon, Tim, don't guess which is the right key for the first time…," Sheila muttered under her breath. On Nublar, Tim was trying to unlock the security grate to allow him access to the switches that would shut off the computer system but was being stopped by the fact that every key he tried turned out to be the wrong one.

In the hangar near the dirt runway, Jennifer and Kevin were enjoying their lunch while sitting on the right wing of the DC-3 next to the disassembled engine when the announcement came through the radio. The two had been kept out of the loop being so isolated from the rest of the staff on the island and the statement caused Jennifer to drop her peanut butter and jelly sandwich to the floor below where it landed with a splat.

"You're cleaning that up," said Kevin dryly before quickly drinking some water to avoid choking on his tuna sandwich after hearing what Samantha had just said.

"What does that mean, 'permanent lockdown'?" asked Jennifer wiping her mouth a napkin.

"I think she's explaining it now," the male pilot pointed out as he nodded his head at the radio where Samantha was continuing her talk.

"I don't mean how it affects everyone else. I mean what does it mean to us?" Jennifer continued needing to know. Kevin propped his elbow up on the engine cowling and rested his head on his arm.

"First it means that you shouldn't have taken that bet with me earlier about whether or not there would be consequences for what happened on Nublar," Kevin began, slightly amused. "I expect you to return all your winnings from this month's poker game by tomorrow. It also means that we'll have plenty of time to get that engine fixed because we're effectively gr-."

"NO!" shouted Jennifer startling the older pilot. "Don't you dare say the 'g' word!"

"Face it, kid, we're grounded," said Kevin refusing to back down. Jennifer clutched her ears and curled up on the wing.

"No, not that," she pleaded. "I can't stay out of the sky for long. I have…what's it called when you have a fear of the ground?"

Kevin looked at her strangely at that. "I don't think there is a thing called ground-ophobia," he confessed. "And quit being melodramatic. I've been looking forward to some rest and relaxation on a tropical island. Call it a mini-retirement," the pilot continued looking forward to his old age.

"Then I quit," said Jennifer hastily. Kevin shook his head.

"Request denied," he said, knowing she wasn't being serious, just scared.

"Kill me," Jennifer pleaded next as she rocked back and forth on the wing. Kevin just shook his head in shame as he continued to enjoy his sandwich.

Out in the field, Lori Ruso was listening to her radio as the investigation team was off posing with some tame galimimuses for pictures.

"Oh, hell," Lori groaned at hearing about the lockdown status as she rested the radio against her head. Apparently, this was the major reason Samantha had called her up so early that morning and insisted she get the survey team out the door that morning. Sighing to herself, she continued listening to the radio and wondering how it would affect dinosaur production on top of everything else.

Inside Embryonics Administration, Abby Nakajima, Derek Hoyle, Colin Meeks, Katrice Meeks, and Carly Carlson were going over what they had discovered so far in examining the Compy and the Pachycephalosaurus while Samantha's broadcast was heard on the TV mounted in the corner.

"What does that mean?" asked Derek concerned.

"It means we're in deep shit, dummy," said Abby unapologetically. "So shut up and keep working!"

Nearby Colin was slowly explaining to his frightened sister that just because they were in lockdown didn't mean they were being sent to jail.

At the Veterinary Clinic, Gerry Harding sat at as his desk listening to the radio announcement while in the bay the workers were watching the televised broadcast. A dark shadow crossed his eyes as memories of his time on Jurassic Park flashed past him. In his right hand was a small glass vial that contained the DNA sample he'd taken from one of the dead dinosaurs Jake and Henry had brought in a long time prior without any explanation for what had happened. He would get his answers to what they were hiding, lockdown or no lockdown.

On Indigo, Daniela St. Ives was with her workers in the replica Visitors Center lobby watching the broadcast. Samantha had told her only an hour prior about what was going to happen and she barely had enough time to send a message to everyone about it. Regardless, uneasiness and tension was seen across the faces of everyone on the island as they were going from a place they knew, where there were no dinosaurs…to a place they didn't know, to be effectively trapped on a location that had them.

Nublar: "So did Samantha brief you on the lockdown?" asked Henry of Nicolette as they were on the West Docks where the Anne B was scheduled to depart for Isla Sorna once it finished offloading its passengers and cargo. Nicolette nodded her head but otherwise said nothing as she unconsciously tightened her bag closer to her body that contained the report she had been so intent on investigating.

"So what do you think?" asked the scientist curious.

"Why does it matter what I think?" Nicolette shot back as a cool wind whispered in from the ocean.

"You drafted the lockdown procedures so you'd know it better than anyone," Henry reminded her of what she already knew.

"I did it because the Board asked me to," Nicolette responded. "It was a task and I got it done. That's what I think," she finished, avoiding his question altogether. Henry sighed softly knowing she would give him the runaround. Her feelings were strictly her own business and no one else's.

"Hey Henry, ask her if she knows what happened to all the pens," Jake goaded from further on down the docks. Henry turned to snap at him when he saw what he was doing. Jake was trying to break off a piece of the warped wooden dock that had existed before the concrete one had been put in next to it. Since maintenance on the old dock had stopped once the new one had been completed, the whole thing was on the verge of falling apart.

"I don't think you should be on that," Henry warned.

"Its fine," said his friend unconcerned as he slammed his foot hard down on a wooden board to break a piece loose. "I want a souvenir of my time here."

"Then take a stuffed dinosaur or a glass or a lunchbox from the dining hall back in the Visitors Center!" Henry yelled at him incredulously. "You bring that on Sorna and if it's got termites in it and they got out I can name several workers off the top of my head who would then kill you. She being one of them," he finished pointing at Nicolette. Jake waved off his concern as Henry looked at Nicolette.

"I don't suppose you have a pen?" he asked, pointedly. Nicolette reached into her bag where they were all in their carrying place and handed him one. Her eyes briefly widened as she realized it had been a pen she'd taken from Henry's office and forgotten to put back, she'd been so distracted by her work. But Henry didn't seem to even look at it as he flung it at Jake and nailed him in his back.

"Hey!" said Jake in shock as the pen clattered to the dock. He then picked it up and threw it back at Henry only to miss completely and have it sail off into the nearby marsh.

"You'd better go find that," Henry mentioned. "You know Hammond hates litter on this island."

Jake groaned to the sky as he abandoned his attempt for a souvenir and walked over to the concrete dock.

"Where is Tim?!" he demanded. "I want off this island!"

Henry consulted his wristwatch. "I'm sure he's found the correct key…right about now," he said tapping the crystal face.

Visitor's Center: "Aha!" said Tim finally and a little relieved as he put the final key on his keychain into the lock and then twisted it and pulled open the security grate over the four switches to kill all power to the island.

The programmer than pulled out his radio and turned it on. "Ed you good to go over there?" he asked into it. At the power shed, Ed Regis was standing by with a group of workers by the main switchboard.

"Roger that," the Head of PR said into the radio on his end. Tim nodded his head and then flipped the first of the top three switches and a group of the computers and the lights shut off, the same with the next two switches he toggled. He then reached down to the lower fourth switch and placed his hand on it.

"Attention everyone, this is Tim. I'm about to completely shut down the entire system. There'll be a temporary loss of power and then Ed Regis will turn the power back on for the Visitor's Center and some of the outlying buildings. Everything else will be dead so be prepared," he finished solemnly. He then hit the final switch and all the power across the entire island went off.

On the docks, Jake, Henry, and Nicolette looked up at the lampposts that lined the dock and noticed them turn off. Henry looked down at his watch.

"At 3:07 p.m. on Friday July 2nd, 1993…," he began for effect.

"A dream started to die," Jake concluded as he angrily kicked a rock off the concrete and into the water. He then swore briefly and shoved his hands deep into his pockets out of frustration and stared off across the ocean in the direction of Site B. Henry walked up to join him and clapped his friend on the shoulder out of sympathy. Unnoticed to either of them, Nicolette felt a rare wave of intense guilt wash over her. She tightened the shoulder strap on her bag, with her mysterious report on The Sustainability of The Jurassic Park Project inside of it, closer to her body as she looked at the two scientists and then also out towards Site B.

Each was thinking of what the future held for them and the island they now called home.

On Site B, Sheila Matula watched her connection feed to Jurassic Park go dark and she sighed briefly before looking to see how much data she had managed to dump on her sister's actions.

Worker's Shed: Ed Regis and his contingent of workers exited the shed after having turned some of the power back on and walked down the dirt path back towards the Visitor's Center when a series of shadows drifted past them.

Looking up, the team saw a group of crows drifting past, each buzzing with excitement. Ed looked at them team who looked back uncertainly.

"We didn't miss one did we?" he asked semi-rhetorically as he knew none of them knew. Two of the workers who were armed checked their weapons for comfort as Ed pulled out his radio.

"Tim, the motion trackers all read zero right?" he asked into it.

"A little late to be asking that now, but that's what it said the last time I checked," the programmer responded. "What's up?"

"We're going to go investigate something," Ed told him. "We'll keep in touch."

He then pointed his radio out into the jungle and the team moved off into it, each keeping an eye out for any hostiles while also looking for the crows. They followed them for several moments before the smell of something rotting reached their noses. Without their masks on them, they did what they could to cover up the stench while pressing onwards.

After a few more minutes of walking, they found the crows clustered over something unseen before the team fired some shots at them and the birds all flew off for the safety of the air. Reaching the thing the birds had been picking at, Ed leaned over it before his face turned briefly green before he managed to calm himself down.

"I was wondering what had happened to you," he commented before pulling out his radio. "Tim, get me Samantha."

A nearby worker ran behind the nearest tree and threw up.

Sorna: "Go ahead, Ed," said the female Board Member as walked to the radio unit that was housed on the first floor of the Operations Building near a long egg incubator unit that hadn't seen use in some time.

"We finally found Robert Muldoon," Ed said, not tiptoeing around the subject. That subject caused a wave of uneasiness in Samantha.

"Not good news, I take it," she asked.

"Yeah," was the unhappy answer on the other end. Samantha sighed deeply at hearing that.

"Terrific," said Samantha disappointed and saddened for the loss of yet another coworker.

"Well at least now everyone who was on the island during the incident is accounted for," Ed said, trying to put some positive spin on things. It wasn't working for either of the two InGen workers, though.

"Yeah," Samantha now said sadly as he couldn't think of anything else to say on that subject. "In other news, I gave the speech about the lockdown."

"How did that go?" Ed asked.

"They accepted it but they weren't happy about it," she told him. "I just spent the last hour talking with several of them one on one about the whole thing."

"I'm not surprised," offered Ed sympathetically knowing it was a bombshell.

"And I know I've said this before, but I'll say it again," Samantha continued. "I'm not going to let what occurred on Jurassic Park also happen at Site B."

"And what are you going to do to prevent it?" asked Ed curious.

"By doing whatever it takes through whatever means necessary," Samantha swore. "The bottom line is that we lost seventy-five percent of our staff on Jurassic Park in less than twenty-four hours. In seventy-eight days, I won't have the blood of some two-hundred and seventy workers on my hands."

And with that she signed off and readied herself to have a long talk with Jake Whitacre and Henry Wu to finally get some answers about what was really going on.