The fact that workers were still building up the fence for the damned whatever-it-was didn't exactly sit well with Owen. It was part T-Rex, but nobody building the fences or involved in the process - scientists excepted - knew what the hell was in it? How the hell were they supposed to know what was going to keep it? Why do all this on the main island instead of one of the others, like Isla Sorna? Shit, this was a bad idea all around.

"Don't look so angry," Claire muttered as she pulled the car up to the paddock. "We've had the best engineers on this."

"That doesn't mean shit if they don't know what it is," he grumbled, rubbing a hand across his chin. "'Sides, didn't Hammond have the best engineers too? And he knew what he had."

Even without looking at her, he could tell Claire was rolling her eyes at him. "It's just a dinosaur, Owen. And it's safely monitored in that cage. Twenty-four, seven."

Shaking his head, Owen puffed out an unamused laugh. The pure arrogance of Masrani and his board of directors. "Who cares what it is and how much danger people are in as long as it sells tickets?"

"Nobody's in danger," Claire insisted.

"Yet." Before Claire cut the engine, he was out and looking up at the paddock. The walls looked pretty high already, so if they were adding to them, whatever the hell they cooked up must be massive. There were no signs of broken concrete or wear, so it didn't look like she'd tried to escape before. But then again, maybe the workers had covered it up already.

"We've been pre-booking tickets for months," Claire said, stepping up beside him to look at the paddock. "The park needs a new attraction every few years in order to reinvigorate the public's interest. Kinda like the space program?"

Owen grimaced, but followed when she started toward a set of stairs going up the side of the paddock. "They're dinosaurs," he grumbled. "How the hell are people losing interest in dinosaurs?"

"Kids have seen Stegosauruses, Owen," she said, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "They want more."

"More what?"

"More noise, more teeth," she explained. "And the Indominus Rex makes us relevant again."

Owen couldn't help it, he burst into peels of laughter. "The what?"

Claire sighed and stopped, turning to face him. "Corporate ran a focus group, Indominus Rex won. Besides, you should hear a five-year-old try to say 'archaeornithomimus'." She turned and resumed climbing the stairs.

"You should hear you try to say it," he snickered.

When she reached the top, Claire glared at him as she held the door. "Are you done?"

"No," he chuckled. "Not even close!" As soon as he walked in he saw the large chip in the safety glass, which put a damper on his mood. That was a bad sign. "She do that?"

Claire sighed. "It tried to escape, yes."

Jaw clenching to stop himself from saying what was really on his mind, he put his hands on his hips and glared down at the paddock. No sign of movement anywhere. Whatever it was was so big they were still building up the walls, yet Owen couldn't see it right in front of him. A bad feeling settled in his stomach as he continued to scan the paddock.

Beside him, Claire tapped on the glass and he bit back on asking her if she'd never been to a pet store. Jesus, these were the people in charge of an island full of carnivores?

"How long's she been in there?" Owen muttered instead.

"More or less its whole life, except when it first hatched."

Owen shook his head and watched a crane dropping a large hunk of meat into the pen. Not even live prey. Even the T-Rex got live goats. "So she's never been socialized? And you feed her with that?"

"Is there a problem here, Mr. Grady?" Claire huffed. When he turned to look at her her hands were on her hips as she glared at him.

"Animals raised in total isolation aren't exactly the most functional," he said. "Definitely not social in the way you'd want, if you want her to be around tourists."

"The raptors are isolated," she shot back, smug smile pulling at her lips.

"From tourists, not other animals," he corrected. "They have each other. And me and Barry and the other trainers. We teach them social skills and provide them with a trust relationship." He chewed on his bottom lip and looked back into the paddock. "Only positive relationship she has is that damned crane. At least she knows that means food, even if it's not the kind she should be having."

"And what do you want us to feed her?" Claire gaped. "Free-range organic chicken? Maybe some -."

"She deserves to have a meal she can catch, Claire," he said. "Even Rexy gets live goats." Giving the jungle below his full attention, he started walking along the glass, trying to get a glimpse of…whatever was in that paddock. His lips pressed together into a fine line as he ignored Claire's impatience and continued searching. Tracks in the mud led him to the wall next to the viewing room and he froze. Claw marks, deep into the concrete, like she'd tried to escape. There weren't any tracks outside, were there? He frowned, trying to remember. Nothing he'd noticed, anyway. She couldn't have gotten out, could she? Those claw marks were pretty deep for her to just be lashing out.

A monitor behind him beeped loudly as he felt his heart rate speed up. If whatever it was was out there? And unsocialised? On an island full of tourists?

"Son of a bitch," he swore.

"What?" Claire sighed. He could pinpoint the moment when she saw the claw marks because her tone went from annoyed to afraid in an instant. "Oh my god. She has a tracking implant. I can track her from the control room!" Owen heard the door slam before he realized she had even moved.

He turned back to the worker. "How do we get down there?"

Sam smiled as she watched the couple in front of her get into their kayaks and paddle toward the river guide. It sounded like a great relaxing start to her time on the island - a few hours lazily kayaking along the river, taking pictures of herbivores, enjoying nature. Nothing too hectic on her first day.

Tomorrow maybe she'd hit the gyrospheres - though she might need to find someone to join her. Suppressing a shudder, she thought about the idea of being stuck in the damned thing with some random tourist. No thank you.

The image of the tall archaeopteryx guy - Nate - popped into her head out of nowhere. Maybe she could wait until she saw him again. A couple of hours stuck in a hamster ball with him certainly had its appeal. Then again, the man was built like a brick wall and easily a foot taller than her. Maybe he wouldn't even fit the thing.

The teenager working the ride called her up as she pulled the kayak over and steadied it by the dock. Sam took the opportunity to put her hair up in a bun, then stepped into the kayak and accepted the paddle before heading to join her group.

Anyone with a modicum of sense should've told Masrani how bad an idea this thing was, but no, the man probably surrounded himself with yes-men. People who spent every waking minute kissing his ass to get into his good graces and maybe his wallet. So now Owen was stuck figuring out where the hell the damned thing went. For all he knew the thing could still be inside the pen - didn't seem likely given the total lack of movement inside, but given his luck? Shit, he wouldn't put it past the…whatever the hell she was. The phrase 'T-Rex base genome' didn't exactly give him a lot of confidence in the safety of all this.

He glanced up at the claw marks and…they'd looked a lot deeper from the control room. Given he and the two paddock workers made it to the other side in one piece, he was tempted to say she wasn't in there with them. So how had she gotten out? How big was she that the claw marks were that shallow?

"You really think she coulda climbed out?" the control room worker asked, eyes travelling up the wall. "Over 40 feet of wall?"

"Maybe," Owen mumbled. "Depends on what kind of dinosaur they cooked up in that damn lab."

Before he could say anything else, the worker's radio sprang to life with a splotchy connection. Whoever was on the other end sounded panicked, even though he couldn't make out her words. Owen tensed and looked around the pen. Was the fucking thing still in there?

"IT'S IN THE CAGE!" came through loud and clear.

Grabbing both workmen, Owen shoved them back toward the door. "GO!"

They only got so far when the guy from the control room slowed down and before Owen could grab him, the Indominus Rex slowly pushed up through the foliage. How the hell had they not seen her on their way in? She was right by the door!

Shaking off his surprise, he turned and bolted back to the gate, shoving at the control room guy when he reached him. "RUN!"

He ignored the sounds of the other man screaming and the sickening crunches that followed. There was no time, if he had any hope of making it out of there alive with…shit, he was pretty sure the guy had given him his name. While the guy fiddled with the controls, Owen turned and saw the blood and gore dripping from the Indominus's mouth. Shit, was…was that…. Owen tried not to think about the leg between its teeth as he heard the door open and felt the other man rush out. He turned and bolted for the door.

As soon as the elevators opened on Nate and his team, his eyes went straight to the big monitor everyone was staring at. The monitor showing absolute chaos and blood-curdling screams and heart monitors flatlining. Not that he expected to walk into calm after the Indominus had escaped, but he wasn't quite prepared for a live show of the deaths of people in the ACU.

In the middle of the room, he saw Owen Grady, the raptor trainer, turn back to Simon Masrani and Claire Dearing, fists shaking. "Evacuate the island," he said a little too calmly.

"We'd never reopen," Dearing whispered, still staring at the screen.

Nate took a deep breath. Of course that's the first thought on corporate's mind. Not the who knows how many guests out there in danger, not the monster they created. The money. It was always the money. He was no animal behaviourist, like Grady, but even he had known the damned thing was a bad idea. Especially after he'd had to rescue that poor workman who nearly lost an arm trying to feed the thing!

Suppressing an angry growl, he ordered his men to the security stations to see where their teams were needed most and approached Masrani and an increasingly agitated Owen Grady.

"She's seeing all of this for the first time," Grady muttered. "She doesn't even know what she is! And she will kill everything that moves."

Masrani, still staring at the monitors, asked, "Do you think the animal is contemplating its own existence?"

It surprised him that Grady didn't laugh before saying, "She's learning where she fits on the food chain." He glanced up at Nate, features tight with anger, before looking back at Masrani. The wheels were visibly turning in his head. "I don't think you want her to figure that out. Asset Containment can use live ammunition in an emergency situation." As he spoke, Grady got louder. And madder. "You have an M134 in your armoury, so put it on a damn chopper and go out and smoke this thing!" he yelled.

"We have families here," Dearing put in.

"Damn good reason to make sure that thing doesn't get anywhere near them," Grady retorted.

Masrani put an arm on his shoulder and Nate was surprised he didn't turn around and deck the man. "I'm not going to turn my park into some kind of war zone, Mr. Grady."

Tempting as it was to speak up, Nate kept quiet. But that didn't stop him from mumbling under his breath, "Seems to me like it's already a war zone."

Masrani turned back to him with an arched eyebrow.

Maybe not so under his breath. He offered an apologetic shrug to the man who could fire him at the drop of a hat.

"Mr. Grady," Masrani began, slowly turning back to face him. "If you're not going to help, you can leave." And he signalled to Nate to escort the man out.

Grady had a point - they did need the M134 - but what was he going to do? Get fired in the middle of a crisis? How the hell would that help? Reluctantly, Nate took a step forward and held an arm out back toward the elevator.

Shaking his head, Grady kicked over a trash can, then approached Masrani. "If I were you? I'd have a word with your people in the lab. 'Cause whatever the hell they cooked up? It's no dinosaur." Then stormed off to the waiting elevator.

Nate followed him, adjusting the shotgun over his shoulder as the doors slid closed.

"You can't seriously be on board with this?" Grady muttered.

Nate sighed and glanced over at him. Despite the show up in the control room, he knew Grady wasn't a bad person, just pissed off. While he wouldn't call them friends, he'd had a few beers with the man since coming to Isla Nublar. And honestly, he wasn't wrong. About any of it. "And if I lose my shit and lose my job, what good does that do?"

"So you're just gonna go along with it?"

"No," Nate bit out as the doors opened. "I'm going to gather a team and go out there to help anyone stuck in the park." He gestured for Grady to go first, then followed slowly behind him until they reached the doors where Nate walked out without looking back and went directly to the security office.