InGen workers and guards rushed to the aid of the injured. Others tried to help people trapped in their vehicles.
Ludlow walked down the dock towards the ship. The head guard asked, "You okay, Mr. Ludlow?"
"I don't know. How do I look?"
One of the workers pointed to a pile of debris that created a makeshift ramp. "Come on, get up this one!"
Malcolm and Sarah followed after Ludlow.
A worker shouted, "Come on! Two men come with me." As the workers investigated the ship, the head guard ran into the bridge.
"Oh, my God." The guard muttered, disgusted by the ghastly sight.
"Where's the crew?" Ludlow asked.
"All over the place." The guard replied. The bridge's far wall had been smashed. A severed hand still clung to the steering wheel.
Out on the deck of the ship, a worker shouted, "I smell a fuel leak!"
"Yes, sir." Another worked said.
The cargo hold doors were slowly opening then immediately closing, repeatedly.
Malcom walked over to the controls to shut the doors. He found a corpse lying on the floor of the deck. The hand was holding a wired device that had a button on it, causing the doors to close and open non-stop.
Malcolm and Sarah looked at the cargo hold as something banged against the doors softly.
"Check the cargo hold!" Ludlow shouted. "There may be crew down there!"
"Everybody off the boat!" Malcolm yelled.
A guard rushed to the body and pulled the device away, opening the cargo hold doors.
"No, no!" Malcolm yelled. "Get away from that!"
Suddenly, the Tyrannosaur buck smashed open the cargo hold doors and stepped out, roaring. The workers fled the ship, attempting to escape. The Tyrannosaur pursued them. The men escaped the snapping jaws by jumping off the dock into the water.
As the Tyrannosaur walked down the complex, Malcolm went up to Ludlow and said, "Now you're John Hammond."
"Go! Hurry up!" An InGen guard yelled as the remaining men fled from the guard shack.
"Don't even look back!" another shouted.
The Tyrannosaur lumbered past a customs building and stood on a rocky outcrop. It looked at the strange environment and roared.
Back at the dock, Sarah asked a guard, the only surviving crewmember of the S.S. Venture, "Why the hell wasn't it tranquilized?"
"It was." The guard replied. "Roland hit it with two darts of concentrated Narcobarbital. Three hundred milligrams."
"Three hundred milligrams should've put it into a coma." Sarah said.
"It stopped breathing," the guard explained, "so we gave it naltrexone to counteract the effects, but we didn't know how much to give it."
"You administered an antagonist without knowing the proper dosage?" Sarah asked. "You put the animal in a narcoleptic state. The thing's a locomotive now."
"Look, we're prepared for this." The guard reassured.
"Are there any more, uh, dinosaurs still on the boat?" Malcolm asked.
"No," the guard said, "we brought the infant back on the plane. Look. We had this to tranquilize it." The guard pulled out a customized Mauser T-Gewehr rifle.
Malcolm and Sarah ran to Ludlow.
"Hey!" Sarah said. "Do you have the infant?"
"It's safe." Ludlow muttered.
"Ian, the animal's dehydrated." Sarah said to Malcolm. "The first thing it's gonna do is go to a water source. And then it's gonna look for the next thing its body needs. All the containment equipment is here. We've gotta get it back to the dock. The boat might be seaworthy."
"Wait, am I thinking what you're about to say?" Malcolm asked.
"When we brought the baby to the trailer, it came. There's no reason to think it won't do the same thing here."
"Yep." Malcolm said.
Sarah crouched next to Ludlow. "Where's the infant?"
"It's in a secured facility." Ludlow said. "Why?"
Malcolm looked Ludlow straight in the face. "Where's the facility?"