"Look Sophia, I know that you hate being a babysitter, but I need some sort of a guarantee that Alan Grant is going to come to Costa Rica. I'm not saying you have to make the guy fall in love with you-just get him down here!"

Andrew Monroe slammed the phone down and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had left for Costa Rica three hours after finishing his meeting with Grant. Monroe hated the accommodations on the "base" and had chosen to stay in a hotel while in on the island.

He cursed the heat and humidity of the island. The deluxe resort's air conditioning did little to relieve the temperature. Why did all the problems seem to happen during the hottest part of summer? Monroe grumbled as he changed his sweaty shirt for the fourth time that day.

Monroe was lucky he was getting Grant into Costa Rica. He had pulled a few more strings that he would have liked to get Grant past the Costa Rican When he had suggested bringing in Muldoon as an "extra buffer" from Africa; the Costa Ricans had nearly called the whole thing off.

Monroe needed both men- Grant for his dinosaur expertise and Muldoon for his hunting prowess. Monroe had tried enticing Muldoon back to the islands for the past four years, but Muldoon had vehemently refused.

Monroe paced the hotel room as he considered going forward with just Grant. He shook his head. It was too great a risk. Both governments would pull the plug on his project with just Grant. The project would be considered too risky and shut down.

Monroe picked up his cell phone and dialed a number, "Tracy Smith, please. Hello? Tracy? This is Monroe. I need a favor. Things are going to get sticky down here without Muldoon. I need you to get him down here for me. No, I can't use Sophia. She's working on Grant. Look, Tracy, I don't have much time before I have to meet Grant's plane. I'll be blunt- get Muldoon here undetected, cooperative, and well compensated. What's that going to cost me? That much; I see. The money will be waiting here when you arrive. Get him here fast, Tracy."

Grant put his book down and rubbed his eyes. He had been reading for more than half the flight, but couldn't focus on the page anymore. He glanced at Sophia sitting next to him. She looked uncomfortable in the khaki outfit she was wearing. Her icy demeanor puzzled Grant. She obviously had a good paying job that made her privy to some government secrets. She didn't have a dangerous job as a personal assistant. Finally, she was an intelligent person with great ambition. Grant couldn't figure out why a successful woman would be so cold. She had only said four words to him since picking him up several hours ago.

Grant smiled, "So, how did you end up working for BioLife Inc.?"

Sophia glared at Grant for a moment before answering, "I started as a data entry clerk. I proved myself trustworthy and was picked by Mr. Monroe four years after starting with the company."

"Are you a government organization?"

"No. We collaborate with the government on certain projects, but haven't been classified as a government entity since Mr. Monroe took over."

"What kind of projects do you work on with the government?"

Sophia turned and looked out the window.

"Okay, that's a closed subject. Is BioLife doing the same work as InGen was?"

"We still work with genetics, but not in the way that InGen worked with it. Technically, we're still a research facility, but since we still are being monitored by the government we only have a limited scope of research to offer."

"So, what sort of –"

"Dr. Grant, please stop asking questions. I am very tired and I don't feel like answering questions that probably shouldn't be asked in so public of a place. Just put your seat back and, like me, try to get some sleep."

Grant nodded his head and leaned back in his seat as Sophia closed her eyes and turned toward the window.

"Dr. Grant, the plane has landed. Let's go," Sophia shook Grants shoulder and grabbed her knapsack from underneath her seat, "We have to go. Mr. Monroe will be waiting for us."

Grant stood up groggily and grabbed his duffle bag. He let Sophia out of her seat and followed her off of the plane. Latin music and the warm smell of native foods cooking greeted them as they entered the terminal. Grant soaked in the atmosphere that Sophia barely noticed as they wove their way to the exit.

"Sophia! Dr. Grant! I see you made it down here in one piece," Monroe said as he shook Grant's hand and took Sophia's knapsack from her, "Terribly hot here isn't it? Well, no reason to stand here in the airport. We need to be moving along. I'll fill you in while we drive Dr. Grant."

Grant, Sophia, and Monroe climbed in the open-topped jeep and sped down the road. Sophia turned on the radio, tuned into a local station, and nodded at Monroe.

"Dr. Grant the first thing that you should know is that I have only been the head of BioLife for five years. The government dissolved InGen as part of their agreement with the Costa Ricans to get you, Dr. Malcolm, Dr. Sattler, and the others out of the Costa Rica. The government saw the potential of InGen and rather than completely disbanding it, downsized the company, renamed it BioLife, and were in direct control of it for the first year of operation," Monroe shouted over the music and other noises.

"So, how did you become head of the company?"

"I was a soldier assigned to redesign InGen. I impressed my superiors and after the probationary year, they formally discharged me and put me in charge of the company."

"When did Sophia come into the company and why is she your personal assistant?"

"Sophia and another person were mercenaries put under my command," Grant glanced at Sophia in shock, "After I took charge, Sophia stayed on. I promoted her to my assistant."

Grant looked between Monroe and Sophia, "So, you're…….."

"No, no, no, Dr. Grant," Monroe chuckled, "Sophia was purely interested in the work-not me. Anyway, about four years ago, the Costa Ricans began reporting strange attacks on the locals. Since InGen was an American based company, they wanted help and compensation from the Americans. Being well acquainted with the history of InGen, I volunteered to help the Costa Ricans. Initially, our mission was to annihilate all prehistoric life forms. At first, we tried killing off the herbivores, but the carnivores, in particular the raptors, began eating each other. We then tried to kill off the carnivores, but this caused a population boom in certain breeds as the herbivore populations increased and the number of competitors decreased. For being prehistoric beasts, they're damn smart."

"I know what you mean," Grant grimaced as he remembered the raptors at Jurassic Park.

"We finally came up with a system that has been working. We take out certain breeds one at a time. As of three months ago, we had Isla Nublar 92 cleared and Isla Sorna 26 cleared."

"Impressive."

"Thank you. Ah! Here we are. Dr. Grant may I welcome you to my second home."

Grant looked at the large white building looming up in front of the jeep. Surround by a 10-foot fence laced with razor wire and posted guards at the gate; it looked like an ordinary research facility. As the jeep approached the building, the guard nodded, opened the gate, and radioed their approach.

"I'll introduce you to the staff and brief you on the way we operate in two hours. For now, Dr. Grant follow Sophia and get some rest."