Sunlight pierced through the thick jungles of Isla Nublar. Except for the sounds of birds, it was quiet.
Suddenly a young pig burst from the plants, squealing in fear.
A creature was chasing after it. The creature was bipedal, and had a unique sickle-shaped claw on the middle digit.
The pig ran out of the jungle into a clearing in a paddock.
"Hold!" A man said.
The Velociraptor stopped.
The pig ran into an opening as a small door fell down behind it.
The Velociraptor tapped it's sickle against the ground and three more joined it.
The leader of the pack, "Blue", had a grey-ish-blue skin tone. A dark blue stripe ran down along her body from the eye. Her subordinates were "Charlie, "Dog", and "Easy". Charlie was the youngest. She was green with dark green striping along her body. Dog was a blue-green color. Easy had a yellow and blue body. Her most striking feature was the scar that went down her snout, from a earlier fight with Blue in their youth. Because of the fight, her jaw became slightly misaligned, making her look like she was sneering at all times.
"Hey!" The man said. The Velociraptors looked up at a man on a catwalk.
"Okay." Owen Grady said. He made a few clicks with a clicker. "Eyes on me."
Dog, Easy, and Charlie immediately looked up at Owen. Blue meanwhile had her attention elsewhere.
"Blue." Owen said, pressing the clicker "Blue!"
Blue looked up at Owen.
"Watch it." Owen pointed.
Charlie growled at Owen.
"Charlie, hey..." Owen said.
Charlie snarled and snapped at Owen.
"Don't give me that shit." Owen said.
Dog was starting to fidget.
"Dog. Lock it up," Owen said.
He had all the Velociraptors' attention on him.
"Good." Owen said. "And...we're moving."
Owen pressed the clicker and moved down the catwalk. The Velociraptors followed, Charlie however, snapped at her sisters.
"Hold!" Owen said. All four Velociraptors looked up in unison and in the same formation.
"Okay, that's good." Owen said, impressed. "That is damn good."
Owen pressed the clicker, keeping the Velociraptors attention.
"Very good! See?" Owen said, he pulled out chunks of meat.
"Charlie, that's what you get." Owen said, tossing a piece of meat to her. Charlie snapped it up.
"Easy, here you go." Owen tossed a piece to her.
"Dog..." Owen tossed a chunk of meat.
"Blue..." Owen pulled out a rat. "This one is for you."
He tossed the rat to Blue and she snatched it.
"Hold!" Owen said. All four Velociraptors looked up at him.
"Eyes up!" Owen said, motioning with his hand.
The Velociraptors raised up.
"Go." Owen said, again, motioning with his hand.
The Velociraptors snarled and took off to relax in their paddock.
The paddock workers cheered. A successful day of training.
Owen's partner, Barry, walked up to him and embraced him.
"You finally did it man." Barry spoke with a distinct French accent.
"Owen!" A man called out.
The man went among the other workers to congratulate them.
"I was starting to think I hired the wrong guys, but damn, you got them eating out of your palm." The man said. His name was Vic Hoskins. He was the head of the security division of InGen. The company that also ran Jurassic World. In the late thirties, John Hammond passed away, and Simon Masrani purchased InGen and all of its work and subdivisions in a corporate buyout.
Vic Hoskins was well known among InGen and Masrani Corp. for his work in cleaning up a group of Pteranodons that escaped to Canada from Isla Sorna.
"You came on a good day." Owen explained. "It's not usually a happy ending."
"Is that why you are not sending in your reports?" Hoskins asked.
"We've been busy." Barry said.
"Not to busy to cash your paycheck." Hoskins joked.
"Uh, what do you need, buddy?" Owen asked.
"A field test." Hoskins answered confidently.
Owen began to walk away. He did not have time for this.
"Hey." Hoskins said. "I just seen they can respond to commands. We need to take the research and get it on its feet."
"They're wild animals, Hoskins." Owen said. "Trust me, you don't want them out on the field."
"i just saw a bond." Hoskins said. "A real bond between man and beast."
"You're in my way." Owen said.
"Come on, we're the same." Hoskins said. "We're dogs of war. We know that the military needs to reduce casualties. Some people think technology is the future. Look, nature gave us the most effective killing machines seventy-five million years ago. And now we know they can take orders."
Barry walked up to the two.
"Finally make progress, and that's the first thing he says? Make a weapon?" Barry asked.
"Shit." Hoskins muttered. "Oh, come on, gents. It's grown-up time. We can be putting men in harms way by making them search tunnels or caves. We are in a race against the Soviets to make sure I technology is better than theirs. The minute a real war breaks out, all that fancy technology is going to be destroyed or unuseable."
"Yeah, but that technology isn't going to eat them if you forget to feed it." Owen explained.
"Look." Hoskins gestured at the Velociraptors. "Look at these creatures. They got millions of years of instinct in their cells. Instinct that we can program. Their loyalty cannot be bought. These guys are gonna run straight into the enemy's teeth and eat 'em belt buckle and all."
"What if they decide they wanna be in control?" Barry asked.
"Well then we remind them who is." Hoskins responded. "We terminate the rogues. Promote only loyal bloodlines."
Barry erupted into laughter, shaking his head.
"What?" Hoskins asked. "What's so funny?"
Barry shook his head and walked away.
"I don't know, you come here and you don't learn anything about these animals except what you wanna know. You made them, and now you think you own them.
"We do own them." Hoskins said. "Extinct animals have no rights."
"They're not extinct anymore, Hoskins." Owen explained.
"Exactly." Hoskins said. "We're sitting on a gold mine. Now Masrani is using it to stock a petting zoo."
"He just wants to teach people some humility." Owen explained, taking a bucket from a worker. "He doesn't make weapons."
Hoskins laughed.
"You think that the eighth richest man in the world is only into oil, telcommunications, and family fun parks?" Hoskins asked, following Owen down a set of steps. "He's so diversified, he doesn't even know what he owns."
"How long has InGen been practicing this pitch?" Owen asked.
"Since the day we hired you out of the Navy." Hoskins said. "You knew the endgame. These animals will replace thousands of troops on the ground. How many lives would that save?"
Owen shut a security door behind him and pressed a button, locking it.
"War is part of nature." Hoskins said to Owen. "Look around, Owen. Every living thing in this jungle is trying to murder the other. Mother Nature's way of testing her creations. Refining the pecking order. Now, war's a struggle. Struggle breeds greatness and without that, we end up with places like this, charge fifty cents a soda."
"Do you hear yourself when you talk?" Owen asked.
"This is gonna happen, with or without you, boys." Hoskins said. "Progress always wins."
"Maybe progress should lose for once." Owen said.
Suddenly there was a clattering sound and squealing.
"Pig loose! There's a pig loose!"
A young handler named Leon rushed to capture the pig with a catchpole.
"Pig loose!" He yelled.
Leon lowered the catchpole into the paddock, right in the path of the pig.
The pig ran into the noose, but just as Leon tried to lift out the pig, Easy snatched the pig and took off.
The attack caused Leon to be pulled over the catwalk's balcony and fall into the paddock.
The scene quickly caught the attention of Dog, Blue, and Charlie.