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Chapter 1: Leftovers
"I'm heading out Sunny. Lock up the lab, will you?", asks Tim Murphy, head of the InGen Research Laboratories in Liverpool, to one of his colleagues.
"No problem, sir. Have a nice weekend". Tim leaves the facility and heads to a local market to pick up some last minute groceries. He then goes to his apartment building and first drops half of the groceries inside his room. He returns outside, knocking on the door next to his.
"Dr. Lewis? Dr. Lewis? Open up, it's Tim". There's a faint moaning sound coming from behind the door and then the familiar british voice says, "Come in". Tim enters the room to find a graying Robert Lewis sitting on his recliner, holding a remote one hand and holding his overgrown belly in the other.
"Great, you're just how I left you", Tim comments sarcastically as he takes out groceries from one of the bags to place in Robert's kitchen cabinets.
"What's to expect from your old, retired mentor. And, please, you can call me anything but Dr. Lewis, like Robert or Bob".
"Ok, but you're not that old. How's Bobby?", asks Tim in a mocking British accent.
"No! Anything but that one! It makes me sound like someone's house elf" Tim laughs as he wraps up the plastic bag and puts it in a drawer stuffed with other rolled-up plastic bags.
"Help yourself son with some dinner".
"Oh my gosh, I forgot about my groceries! I'll be right back!" Robert comments to himself while examining a potato chip, "Ah, the life of a middle-aged geneticist". Tim runs out of Robert's apartment and takes care of his own groceries. He changes into more comfortable clothing and returns to Robert's place.
Tim sits down on Robert's sofa with some microwaved lasagna for the two of them and is asked, "So how's the life of a geneticist in the year of 2015?"
"The good things are with the latest technology: PCR machines, high-tech microscopes, computerized scanning of biomolecular data, and whatnot, everything you taught me when I was an intern takes less time".
"Cool, but there must be a con somewhere?", comments Robert.
"Actually, no. Not until lately. We've been a little tight on funding lately ever since the Jurassic World incident. I'm not really supposed to tell you this. But, Masrani Corp wants me to work with them on a new park in the Azores".
"Is that so? I remember when I was retiring, InGen shut the project down after Hammond, I mean, your grandfather's death".
"It confuses me too, to see that both Masrani and InGen founders are dead, yet both companies want to keep pulling out dinosaurs left and right. This lasagna is so good". Tim takes both plates to the sink to wash.
"I made it myself. I'm not all that useless you know".
"Did you get the mail?"
"Good point, I don't even bother." Tim grabs Roberts and his own mailbox keys and gets both sets of mail. He looks through them and finds a letter for both of them from Masrani Corporation. Tim opens his letter and is shocked. Robert asks, "What is it my boy?"
The letter reads:
Dr. Murphy,
After recent financial considerations regarding earlier incidents, all InGen operations are to cease until further notice. You will be informed by email or phone when a decision has been made. We are sorry for any inconvenience, but we are doing the best we can to satisfy all our shareholders. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact Masrani Global. Your cooperation is highly valued.
Regards,
Richard Weisner
COO of Masrani Global Corporation
"There goes my career".
"Ah, Mid-life crisis at age 35. You're welcome to stay in my apartment".
"Very funny". Tim opens Robert's letter and he sees that the letter is signed by Claire Dearing, Island Operations.
"Isn't this the Park Operations Manager?", TIm asks.
"Was. But, what's it say?"
Dr. Lewis,
I hope your retirement is going well. You have probably already been informed of the crisis at InGen and Masrani Corporation. My colleague and I are doing what we can to save the assets. Please call me as soon as you can. We need your help. You're one of our only hopes to salvage what we can.
Best,
Claire Dearing
Island Operations Manager
Tim comments, "From the looks of this letter, Ms. Dearing is quite the lady friend of yours or she is channeling a Princess Leia and Obi-Wan Kenobi vibe".
"She's nothing of the sort. She already has a companion", Robert snatches away the letter and looks at it, "we've crossed paths before when InGen was getting introduced to Masrani Corp. But I needed to stay in touch with someone in case I was needed"
Tim makes a snide remark, "Needed. You could have come visited the lab once in awhile. Everybody there highly regards your work, you know".
"That's not what I meant, Tim. But, my time with InGen has been strained ever since Andrea-" Robert's throat dries up, "Ever since we escape Isla Nublar, InGen and Masrani have been keeping secrets from me and I need to find out what's going on."
"Wait, so you've been doing spy work?"
"Not really. I'm just trying to make sure that some valuable data doesn't fall into the wrong hands."
"Whose data?"
"Dr. Wu's"