Chapter One: Welcome to Jurassic World

*one month earlier*

"Welcome to Jurassic World."

Owen glanced at the source of the voice as he stepped out of the large white boat that had taken him to Isla Nublar. A woman in her early thirties stood on the dock, a perfectly straight smile on her lips. She wore khaki shorts and expensive leather hiking boots with a light green cotton blouse. Expensive but still functional.

The woman held out her hand. "Hello Mr Grady, my name is Sarah Lark." She greeted. "I'll be showing you around the park."

"Call me Owen. Mr Grady makes me sound old." Owen replied, flashing her a (seductive) smile.

A slight blush rose on Sarah's tanned cheeks, but other than that remained indifferent to Owen's flirting. Shame.

"This way Mr Grady."

Owen followed obediently behind her, amused and annoyed at how she stressed the 'Mr Grady' part. Behind him the crew of the boat started to unload a mass of supplies that would be sent to the park for one use or another.

"You're luggage will be delivered to your apartment at the staff housing facility later this evening." Sarah informed as she led him down the dock and toward the monorail station.

The thick South American air beat down on them, and Owen was glad that he'd opted to wear shorts and a thin light blue t-shirt beneath a sleeveless vest. Anything else would have been far too hot.

The two boarded the otherwise empty monorail. Sarah sat down while Owen remained standing and the vehicle took off.

"Most of the staff is housed in an apartment complex located on the edge of the restricted zone where it connects to a private monorail system. It can only be accessed with staff key cards or fingerprints. Your fingerprints have already been downloaded to the database, so you can enter any and all sectors that are within your jurisdiction. Some areas are off limits to all but those with the highest clearance level." She paused and gave Owen a pointed look. "You and I are not among them."

Owen gave a pouty look which Sarah ignored.

Growing bored, Owen glanced out the clear glass windows as Sarah droned on about all the places the monorail went.

A flash of blue caught Owen's eye. They were traveling over some sort of lake.

"What's that?" Owen asked, a surge of excitment coloring his voice.

Sarah followed Owen;s gaze to the body of water, her expression never shifting from its stoic default.

"That will be the mosasaurus tank."

Owen's head snapped away from the window to stare at Sarah in shock. "You have a mosasaurus?" He gasped.

"Not exactly. It's still in its fetal stage, and won't be park ready for a few years. We went ahead and built the tank so we wouldn't have all the construction with an open park." She pointed to a stadium built along the far side of the lake. "That's where the mosasaurus feeding show will be held."

Owen noticed a large street surrounded by all sorts of buildings situated behind the stadium. At the far end of the street was a large triangular structure.

"Past the mosasaur tank is Main Street. There at the end is the Visitor Center. It also contains the Control Room and the Labs."

Finally the monorail stopped at its station and the two exited. Sarah led Owen through Main Street, pointing things out as they went.

"Along Main Street we have shops, restaurants, and educational centers. All staff get discounted meals and purchases here."

"Any good barbecue places here?" Owen asked, looking around. Sarah gestured at a medium sized building with a rustic sort of look. The sign on top read 'The Brach Shack' with an image of a brachiosaurus.

Owen nodded in approval. "Nice."

They continued on into the Visiter Center, Sarah speaking all the while.

"The park isn't scheduled to open for another year now, but we have almost everything ready. Really we just have to wait until the assets reach an appropriate age."

"Assets?" Asked Owen, bewildered.

Sarah pursed her cherry red lips. "The... animals." She corrected. Ignoring his perturbed look, she continued on. Already Owen was getting a bad feeling about how the people viewed the park's creatures, but he held his tongue. Now was not the time.

Owen climbed the steps to the Visiter Center and was faintly reminded of when he was little and made tee-pees out of blankets. The Center was like how his six-year-old mind had pictured his fabric fortress all those years ago.

Owen was shaken from his thoughts when he and his guide stepped through the automatic doors and into the AC cooled room. It was giant, filled with all sorts of displays and screens. Everything was turned off and black, but already Owen knew, when turned on, the Center would be filled with light and sound. It felt a bit too futuristic for him, but he guessed the kids would love it.

"We have state-of-the-art systems that can project 3D images, as well as interactive touch screen features.

Owen whistled. Not only was the Center a showoff of new technology, but of Masrani Global's wealth.

"This way." Sarah called from farther ahead. Owen walked briskly to keep up with her. The two traveled doen halls and elevators until they finally arrived at the place Owen really wanted to get to.

"And here we have the hatchery."

They stepped into the stark white room. Owen was forced to blink away the bright light. Sarah, on the other hand, seemed unaffected. Owen was starting to think she might be an android or something. Hopefully she wouldn't go rogue and spew vanilla pudding everywhere.*

His eyes finally adjusted, Owen took in the large room. It was filled with complex machinery, all white, and all holding eggs. There were large eggs, small eggs, medium and even a few bigger than Owen's head.

Also in the room was a six foot long tank full of thick liquid. Owen stepped closer tot he tank. Floating in the liquid was something that looked like a cross between a dolphin and a shark. It was about three feet long, gray, and perfectly still. Attached to its belly was a pink cord that in turn connected to the outside of the tank and into even more complex machines.

"I see you found our Mosasaur." Spoke a man's voice behind Owen. He jumped in surprise and turned to meet a man of oriental decent and graying black hair. The man wore a casual suit beneath a long white lab coat.

"Henry Wu." Introduced the man as he stuck out his hand to shake.

Owen excepted the hand and shook it with a strong grip. "Owen Grady." The man smiled, and once again Owen felt the unsettling feeling in his gut. The feeling that told him not to trust this man, that this guy was bad news. The whole room gave him a creepy feeling. It was like some sort of detached science experiment, the animals they made merely the product of some mixed proteins.

"Ah, Grady!" The man exclaimed. "Our newest addition"

"Yeah, that's me." Owen grinned, trying to hide his discomfort being around Wu.

"Well then, let me introduce you to your charges." Well, at least he didn't say assets. "Ms Lark, you're free to leave. I'm going to steal Owen away for an hour or two. You can come back later for the rest of your tour."

Sarah left without so much as a goodbye. Definitely an android.

"This way." Wu called, heading toward another room. Owen followed obediently. "We keep the herbivores together, but the carnivores each get their own room. Hatching in a place with the sounds and smells of both predators and prey can be stressful for the infants."

The room they entered was smaller than the first. At the center was a round machine about four and a half feet tall and three feet wide. Stepping closer, Owen realized it was some sort of overly-complicated incubator (really, a chicken incubator could have worked just fine, only bigger). Resting peacefully inside the incubator were four little miracles.

The creamy white eggs sat there so innocently, so unlike the terrifying hunters they would soon give birth to.

"You can touch them, just wash your hands first." Wu spoke up from by the door. The scientist gestured to some sort of machine built into the wall. It was a lot like the electric hand-driers most public bathrooms now had. Owen stuck his arms into the indicated slot and felt warm liquid wash over his hands before being quickly dried off. He glanced at Wu, who gave him an approving nod.

All of Owen's attention was focused on the four eggs. He gently laid a hand over the largest one, feeling its rough surface beneath his hand. It was so warm, bumpy yet smooth. His left hand reached out to touch the egg sitting to the side of the first.

The egg in his right hand gave a gentle shake. Not enough to indicate it hatching, but enough to let him know the little creature inside was awake and moving.

A smile spread over Owen's face. "Hello girls."

A.N.

*Owen is referencing the Synthetics from the movie Alien. And the vanilla pudding is the white gunk that comes out of Bishop later in the film. I totally see Owen as a fan of the old sci-fi stuff, like Back to the Future, Star Wars, and Alien. *shrug*

Raptors hatch next chapter, and we get to meet Claire and maybe a few ocs. And Sarah's probably not going to show up again since her purpose of showing Owen around if over.

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