"His condition is stable," Dr. Roberta Carter announced to the men in the waiting room. She was extremely tired, having to assist on the surgery of Marty's leg for the past four hours. She had thought they could relax once they got to a city with a suitable hospital. It was a coastal village, but more populated then Ismaloya had been and it did actually have a clinic with working electricity and proper facilities. She reflected that actually Bahia Anasco wasn't too far from here. They had been short a doctor since their last one had gone off to a neighboring village. "With any luck his recovery time will be as little as a week, although he should be lucid in a few hours," she said staring at them and wishing she could just take off these scrubs now.

She did take off her surgical gloves though, thinking how much she needed a rest. Or some coffee at least, and a proper shower. All her clothes had been in her trunk in her tent in the village, which had gotten runover when the jackass had held them at gunpoint. Still, she saw Muldoon and Levine looking equally tired, almost on the point of falling asleep. She thought they probably had a lot to talk about, now they were in the safety of civilization. Well at least, civilization to her was within reach of fast food restauruants, and she was a little surprised they had a McDonalds here, although in retrospect she shouldn't be.

Muldoon was staring blankly at the other wall when the doctor came back in. It didn't feel right to go through all that, and come back to civilization. Sure he'd lived the past few years up there but until now he had gotten only tantalizing hints of what lurked in the jungles. About half of these had been related to the animal that was in the barn, which he now knew had probably been stolen from the other island that Levine had mentioned to him. The dinosaurs had been well hidden until the moment when the large dinosaur had come out, and then that's when everything had gone to hell. He was still angry about the fact that his own house had been invaded by one of the raptors, his inner Sanctum…

He pointed to the television set, where an announcer was saying something in Spanish. "They just said right now that the Costa Rican authorities just heard about the evacuation just now," not that surprising given that it had barely been a day. They had pulled into the main road just after midnight, and into this larger village at around four o' clock. "They're going to investigate, or so they claim," he said rolling his eyes. He knew the implications of what he was saying. The bodies of the mercenaries had probably been dragged off into the woods by now. The raptor would take care of that long before the chopper got there. However the barn was another story. "What do you think they're going to do once they look inside the barn?" With that Carnotaur scent all over it no other animal would go near it.

"The rain will wipe out all of the tracks except for the ones in the

barn." He stared at her. I give you about five minutes until- He looked up and saw that the channel and switched to an urgent news broadcast. The news was now that the Government was preventing people from going up the mountain while they launched an investigation. "Ten to one they send teams throughout the mountain looking for what caused that." He shook his head, knowing the futile efforts that hat resulted when the aberrant forms had started showing a few years ago. He got up, stretching his legs as he snatched the Mcdonald's bag from the seat now that he was finished with it and threw it in the trash.

"Do you think we should ditch the car?" Levine asked, his face worried. If anyone had seen them come in they were sufficiently dirty enough to raise suspicion. Would the Costa Ricans start asking if anyone had come down the mountain or not? "I think regardless, we should get out of the country as soon as possible, get to an American Embassy at least." Levine still had his passport, and could call the board of directors at the company, explain his situation without going into detail and ask for a pickup. He wasn't sure about the others though, he thought that Muldoon's passport was definetly still up there, and probably the Doctor's as well as Marty's. Therefore the best thing for him to do was drop them off at the consulate. "Muldoon, they'll notice that your car never left, and the wreck as well…" He trailed off as he thought of the most obvious thing that the government would notice. He stood up as well, wondering why they were still there.

"Well my passports back up there, so yeah, I could use a lift to the Embassy." He stared at the Doctor, and she nodded. "Okay so she wants to come with us too, and Marty as well." That was good for now, the sooner the better, because when the government found that body of the Carnotaur the residents would never be allowed back into Ismaloya. "You got your wallet Levine?" He asked sarcastically, "I would go on the safe side and hire a cab to a larger village or town. They were close enough to civilization proper that he had seen a local taxi in front of the clinic. "A pity about the animals too, it seemed they were sort of thriving." He shook his head, knowing that their ecosystem would take a sore blow from the loss of the eggs.

Carter stood up, looking at each of them in turn. "You go ahead actually, I think that too many questions will be asked if Marty shows up to the American Counsel with a shredded leg." It was more true then she cared to admit, although she knew the risk she was running if the government found any of her documents in the remains of her tent. "If Marty and I can get as far as San Juan, that'll be enough for the present. He should be able to sit down when he wakes up, though I don't know." She turned around as she was prepared to go to the room again. "Well if you two are leaving now, I guess I should say thanks-but I really have to go check on my patient now, make sure he's stable." She turned around and nodded at the two men, as she walked back through the door and closed it behind her.

As they watched the doctor leave, Muldoon and Levine stared at each other. "I guess it's time for us to be going as well," He picked up his hat and walked towards the exit, out into the parking lot with Levine. "What are you going to tell them at the Embassy?" He said out of curiousity, not that it really mattered. The dream was going to die again he knew, the government would send more teams throughout the jungle after seeing the body. He opened the door of the Truck, and got in, taking the backpack out and came out again. "You have enough money to call for that Taxi right?" He said to Levine, who looked surprised, and nodded as he took his wallet out.

Some hours later, Levine sighed as he approached the gate of the American Embassy. Muldoon had opted to stay behind, explaining he had some 'unfinished business' to take care of in the city. Levine hadn't challenged him at all, nor did he particularly care. He leaned against the gate as he felt a slight tinge and realized it was his cell phone. Up on that mountain he had put it on silent before getting out of the car and hadn't thought to change it. Looking down, he frowned slightly as he saw the message was from Malcolm. Why would he be calling he thought for a brief second. Then he realized that he'd sent the message to Malcolm as well just before getting on the plan to Costa Rica in the first place.

The message was asking about the footprint, more specifically how he found it. Levine frowned, wondering whether it was safe to ask by phone but then decided it would be better to ask him in person probably. Yes, that would be best. He didn't know how he felt about it, that only the Compy's would probably last further then a couple of years from now. He was still angry that the eggs had managed to reach the mainland, and wondered what would become of that. He rang on the doorbell, and saw the armed guard coming and he flashed his passport. "I'm an American citizen," he said swallowing. As the guard opened the door he walked through, and into the main lobby, as the man closed the gate he turned to look behind him, relieved he was finally on American soil again.

As he entered the lobby he frowned, his cell phone still in his hand he stared out at the man approaching him. He recognized him of course, the man who had shot the kid after taking the eggs. But he was in a suit now, and smiling with his arms wide open. Levine closed his cell phone, and crossed his arms, sighing as he realized his move to go to the embassy had been way too predictable. "Hello Dr. Levine, we've been expecting you," Rossiter said as he propped a seat ready for him. "I've been having the most fascinating talk with the Costa Rican counsel, he's here as well." He motioned that Levine should have a seat. He didn't see any other way around it… and sighed as he sat down.

"I say we do need to have a little talk," Rossiter said as he smiled.

That charming smile.

Marty Gutierrez opened his eyes and took several breaths. He didn't remember anything after the Carnotaur had almost knocked over the truck. He thought he had fainted from the shock, and been out while they went down. But he could see lights above his head, and a concrete wall. The sounds of other people talking, and through the open window, the hustle and bustle of a busy town. He realized with a sigh that he was out of danger, and he tried to get up, but realized that he felt too weak to do so. The doctor was above him, and he realized it was Dr. Carter, dressed in medical scrubs. He smiled despite himself as he realized he wasn't under the influence of morphine any more.

He tried to get up but she held his hand, shaking her head silently. "You're still too weak to walk," she admonished him, although she did take out some of the IV's that were still in his body. He managed to prop himself on his elbows though, and looked around. He could see some people in the waiting room looking bored, and took a breath. "I give it a day or two before you can walk at the very earliest time," she reassured him, smiling. She rolled the IV cart over to the side, and pulled the sheets back. "Your friend already left, said he'll speak with you later back at the states. Said something about a pressing appointment." She rolled the bed to the side to make room for another more critical patient, but still faced him.

Marty sighed taking a few deep breaths just drinking in the outside sounds. "Listen Dr-"He shook his head it seemed too formal after what had just happened. "Carter-I mean…Roberta." He settled on after a while. "I know it was a bit stiff back there in the village-Ismaloya but I just want to say…" He was really grateful that she didn't hold a grudge, and for her professionalism, but he didn't mention that. It would ruin the mood it seemed. "I'm sorry, I panicked. I didn't think I was going to but then something just happened and…" He decided it was better to stop talking when she smiled, and he felt a strange sensation. She took his hand, and he realized it was warm, and he looked up.

"Way I see it, I still owe you a drink," Carter said with a chuckle "And call me Bobbi, all my friends do."

Robert Muldoon slammed the door of the taxi and paid the driver fifty bucks. The man took it thanking him in Spanish, but Muldoon didn't care. He turned and walked down the busy street, his backpack in hand. San Juan, the one place the government would never think to find him. He reached into his pockets and pulled out some keys. The house in Ismaloya had been really nice, a way to get away from it all. However, he knew sacrifices had to be made, and as he figured, the televisions were still saying that the village was being cordoned off for safety reasons. His theory about a 'landslide' had proven true, but he wondered… if they would bother to take the body or not.

He crossed the street and looked up at the parking garage. Long term parking, you paid a flat rate per month-or year. Top of the line security, they promised you a car stored for as long as you wanted, pay the rate when you returned the key. Those were the keys Muldoon was twirling now. He entered the building, and placed the keys on the desk. The man stared at him and looked down, acting surprised. After a second, he took the keys and told Muldoon to come with him. They took an elevator up to the second floor of the garage, and was led to a small room with a key. Muldoon watched the security door roll up as he smiled. He thanked the man, knowing that the charges would merely go into his account.

It was the Jurassic Park tour jeep, the real one. So much better then the replica he'd commissioned for his home back in the village. But he couldn't let this one go to waste. He cringed, as he knew the government would probably go ballistic once they recognized the 'Jurassic Park' insignia on the side of the crashed jeep. However with this, he would be able to get where he needed to. He didn't think that he'd be able to get past the borders of the country if the Government was looking for him, but he knew he couldn't stay here. He did know people who knew people who could help him out….

Muldoon put the backpack on the seat, and because it wasn't zipped up, the top slumped over to reveal the egg. He had so many places to go, things to do. First of all, he had to get back to the states, figure out where to go from there. He stared at the egg, and smiled. Putting the car into gear he made his way out of the parking structure. He would go back to the States soon enough, within the next few days. Should be enough to give the Costa Ricans the slip, he thought as he got on the freeway. Next to him the egg rocked slowly, tentatively as if stirring from a long awakening. The man in the village had approached pet ownership in the wrong way, that was why he died. Muldoon wouldn't make such obvious mistakes, he thought to himself, opening the window so he could feel the cool air.

The egg continued to rock, and Muldoon turned on the radio because he was bored. He was almost at the private airfield now it wouldn't be long. Over the radio the announcer was speaking, but he wasn't paying attention. Classic rock, and he just sang along mindlessly. Thinking of what he was going to do about the egg, how to contain it properly. He didn't even know what the hell it was anyway, not entirely sure which egg the Biosyn agents had gotten. Either way, it was going to be interesting, very interesting, he thought to himself as he put the car in park, having reached the airfield. The egg would slip, he thought if he just left it unattended. So he had the perfect idea as he approached the plane, nodding to the men without any words needing to be exchanged.

Sweeping the hat off of his head, he placed the egg gently in the brim as he held it between his hands, watching it rock. Sitting down in the seat of the plane he stared out the window, wondering if this was going to be the last time he ever saw Costa Rica. The egg wobbling in his hand, and the song from the radio still fresh in his head, as the pilot made final checks to take off. Five, seven hours then they would be in Mexico for a stopover, probably less then that. He nodded, at the man and thanked him as he prepared to rest for the remainder of the flight. Gripping his hat tightly, he felt like he would never let go. Just before he fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion, his eyes remained on the egg. The last few words of the song blurred in his mind as he slurred.

"I read the news today…. oh boy…." Then he was out of it.

The End (?)

Okay thanks for reading this story! I will be releasing two epilogues with it soon. One will be an 'official' epilogue, and the other one will be a 'hypothetical' epilogue that could happen in the context of the story. It is up to the reader to decide which one of these epilogues they think serves best.