Owen and Claire stepped out of her Mercedes.

"We've been pre-booking tickets for months." Claire said. "The park needs a new attraction every few years in order to re-invigorate the public's interest. Corporate felt genetic modification would up the 'wow factor'."

"They're dinosaurs, 'wow' enough." Owen said. He strongly dislike the idea of hybridizing dinosaurs.

"Not according to our focus groups." Claire said. "The Indominus rex makes us relevant again."

"The Indominus rex..." Owen chuckled.

"We needed something scary and easy to pronounce." Claire said. "You should hear a four-year old try to say 'Saurornithoides'."

"You should hear you try to say it." Owen quipped.

Claire and Owen walked into the Observation area of the Indominus Paddock.

Owen walked towards the window and looked out into the paddock.

"So what's this thing made of?" Owen asked. Most people already knew from Jurassic World's newsletters that the Indominus' appearance was taken from the DNA of dinosaurs such as Allosaurus, Indosuchus, Carcharodontosaurus, Indosaurus, and Therizinosaurus. But Owen knew a smart company never reveals all of its secrets.

"The base-genome is a T. rex, the rest is classified." Claire said.

"You made a new dinosaur, but you don't even know what it is?" Owen asked.

"The lab delivers us finished assets and we show them to the public." Claire explained. "Can we drop a steer, please?"

Nick, the paddock supervisor, turned to the controls.

"How long has the animal been in here?" Owen asked.

"All it's life." Claire said.

"Nver seen anything outside of these walls?" Owen asked.

"We can't exactly walk it." Claire said.

"And you feed it with that?" Owen pointed to a crane lowering a cow's carcass into the jungle.

"Is there a problem?"

"Animals raised in isolation aren't always the most functional." Owen explained.

"Your raptors were born in captivity." Claire said.

"With siblings." Owen said. "They learn social skills. And I imprint on them when they're born. There's trust. The only positive relationship this animal has is with that crane. At least she knows it means food."

"So uh, she needs a friend?" Claire asked. "We should schedule playdates, that sort of thing?"

"Probably not a good idea."

Claire tapped on the glass. She found it strange the Indominus hadn't gone to feed.

"Where is it?" She said to herself.

"Well, is it in the basement?" Owen asked dryly. "Or down stairs...Maybe it's in the rec room."

"It was just here, we were just here." Claire said.

Claire walked over to a control panel and pressed a switch.

A board of lights, marking the various infrared cameras placed around the paddock. The cameras were CCTV cameras that utulized technology based on the Zielgerät 1229 developed by the Germans during World War II.

All the lights were flashing red, indicating no thermal signatures were being detected.

Owen walked over to the other end of the hallway.

"Oh, shoot..." Owen said.

"It doesn't make any sense." Nick said, going through the various camera monitors and telescreens on the wall. "These doors haven't been opened in weeks."

"Were those claw marks always there?" Owen pointed.

Claire walked over to Owen.

"You think it...Oh God." Claire said. "She has an implant in her back. I can track it from the control room."

Claire rushed out of the observation area.

Owen turned and looked at the claw marks on the wall.