The Equestrian: "What on Earth…" began Billy began bewildered. The images of the crew's resting place showed several with holes in their chests from gunshots.

"Yes, it defies belief," John agreed as he squatted down next to the image of the captain's corpse. "From what we've gathered, sixty percent of these people were mauled and forty percent were shot on this boat."

"How is that possible? Dinosaurs cannot fire weapons," commented Grant stymied.

"Are you absolutely sure?" said John. "Because right now…I don't know, this just doesn't make any goddamn sense."

John stood up aggravated and walked off where he stared out the window in silence.

"What do you think?" asked Grant of Billy. Billy shrugged helpless.

"You've got me," said Billy. "There's really no precedent for this kind of thing that I'm aware of."

"Now you know why I was so reluctant about endorsing Jurassic Park," responded Grant. "I knew putting man and dinosaurs together could only cause trouble."

Stephanie squatted down while shifting her protoceratops underneath her arm before taking out a flipbook and rifling through it with her one free hand before putting it away and standing back up. John eyed her curiously before Thomas showed up.

"Sir, we've found something interesting," he said. John motioned to the rest to follow him but Stephanie remained fixed on her spot.

"You coming?" asked John.

"I'll be along in a minute," commented Stephanie distantly. John felt like pressing her for more but was more anxious to see what Thomas had discovered so the quartet left the bridge behind.

"Sir, they've started," stated Thomas. John nodded.

"Excellent," he said pleased.

Sorna: A fern shifted aside as a trio of tourists journeyed deeper into the island.

"I can't believe we're really going to see real life dinosaurs," said Aeron ecstatic. She was holding a worn brochure that she had bought off of a vendor in San Jose that gave a description of how best to tour Isla Sorna.

"I dunno you guys," said Galin nervous as he shifted his backpack. "I don't think we should be out here, that warning buoy was very explicit about what would happen to trespassers.

"Man, screw that buoy!" said Ace, the ringleader. "I cannot wait until we get back to campus and brag about this. 'Oh what did you do on summer vacation?' 'Oh I went to Cancun, what did you do' 'Oh I saw real live dinosaurs!'"

Ace laughed to himself as Galin looked around even more nervous.

"Look, calm down, we'll be fine," continued Ace. "As long as we don't go near the interior of the island we've got nothing to worry about."

"I-it's just that…it feels like I can hear my heart thumping in my ribcage," said Galin shaking as he placed his hand over his chest. Ace's eyes narrowed.

"That's strange so can I," he said bewildered. The thumping sound got louder and louder as the trio looked about terrified.

"Quick, run!" shouted Aeron as suddenly all three were buffeted to the ground by high winds from above as a pair of attack helicopters roared by overhead and across the large clearing right in front of them.

"What the hell-!" shouted Ace when suddenly a pair of black hummers crashed through the jungle around them and headed across the clearing as well. Soon vehicles of every shape and size went racing through the clearing, including semi-trucks with flat beds that had everything from construction equipment to construction materials. Then to top it all off, a pair of tanks crashed through as well churning on dirt and debris as they clanked along. Finally another hummer came and stopped next to them as an individual got out.

"Hi, how's it going?" he offered to the three tourists as they picked themselves up off the ground. "I'd like to welcome you to Isla Sorna home of Ingen's Site B, though I'm guessing you already know that."

"Who are you?" asked Aeron a little lightheaded and frazzled from nearly being roadkill.

"I'm in charge of this island and you're trespassing. So I hope you enjoy being locked up for the next few weeks while enjoying MREs," said the individual with a big grin. He motioned his hand and a trio of workers appeared and handcuffed them before hauling them into another vehicle that showed up. Jake then got back into the hummer as it continued on after the other vehicles.

"Damn tourists, no respect for the law," he laughed as he shut the door.

"You were expecting something like this?" asked Gerry at the wheel.

"Yeah," confessed Jake. "Tourists have been coming here for years ever since the San Diego incident made Site B publicly known so I'm sure we might find a few others along the way as well…along with a few mangled corpses."

Jake drank some water from his thermos at that as a building appeared in the distance that was the sight of a flurry of activity. As the vehicle rounded a bend, a Parasaurolophus, came crashing down in front of them. The hummer stopped and Jake got out and advanced towards the unconscious creatures.

"Better shackle it up," commented Jake as Gerry and Sam joined him. In the distance more shots could be heard as dinosaurs' roared out before more thuds were heard. The trio then advanced across the overgrown grass and a group of long since dead vehicle before racing up the steps and entering into Embryonics Administration.

"Home sweet home," said Sam with a big grin as he rubbed his hands together furiously. The trio walked past the receptionist desk and walked along the catwalk over the egg chambers as workers fanned out below securing the place.

"It feels nice to be able to stroll through here again without being chased by dinosaurs," admitted Jake as they entered into his trashed office as Gerry and Sam crashed down on his destroyed couch as Jake took his seat behind his desk and looked through a few rotted pages on his desk before filing them away.

"You and that damn paperwork," laughed Sam.

"Hey, you shut up!" Jake retorted as he slapped his hand on a puddle on his desk and flung some water at Sam who held up his arms in defense while still laughing.

"It figures I'd find out three relaxing while there's work to be done," commented Aeryl from the doorway. Sam seethed at her presence while Jake leaned back in his chair.

"I'm just taking it easy while the going's good," he said. "So what's up?"

"Well thanks to my superior tactical abilities we've managed to secure the building without a single loss of life," bragged Aeryl.

"Good for you," commented Jake dryly as Sam grumbled on the couch with his head turned away from Aeryl. "I only hope we can keep it up."

"We will," Aeryl assured them.

"So what do you need from us?" asked Jake steepling his hands in front of his face.

"I'd like an idea of what still works on this island. We have plenty of equipment to rebuild the island if need be but in the interest of saving time against an enemy with no set timetable I'd like to have this island up and running before they knew what hit them," said Aeryl.

"I'll do what I can," Jake offered. "We had some programs set up to continually give us diagnostics of the island back when Ingen still ran the place but how well the program's held up over the years I dunno. I'll let you know."

"Thank you," said Aeryl as she tipped her head and left. Jake spun around and grabbed a laminated map of Isla Sorna off of a nearby shelf and unrolled it before slapping it onto his desk.

"I remember those pins," commented Sam as numerous pins with multicolored heads stuck out of the map from the days of ELE.

"I'm surprised they stayed in. So do you think I should sweep them aside?" asked Jake.

"It's a piece of history," was all Gerry said.

"How 'bout we sweep them when we finally reclaim this island," offered Sam. Jake nodded as he took a photo from his camera of the map before rolling it back up again and placed it back on his shelf before yanking out a second laminated map and putting it on the desk, this one unmarked.

"Okay, that's one pin for the Admin building," said Jake grabbing an old plastic case of pins from his desk drawer and slamming one into the map.

"May as well put one over the Aviary as well," said Gerry as a helicopter roared by overhead. "That should be them coming back after having closed that door."

"Speaking of which, I don't think it's going to be possible to repair the Spino cage with dinosaurs still running loose around the place. That whole cage is going to need a complete overhaul given what Doctor Grant said about how easy it broke out of there," said Sam.

"I think we might have to ultimately send that thing back to extinction. It's just too dangerous to have around in any time frame," said Jake as he twirled a pen in his hand.

"So where do we go from here?" asked Sam.

"We hit the docks and the pumping station next. Food we have plenty of right now and water too, but it'd be nice to have our own water supply in case something goes wrong," said Jake.

"Don't jinx us!" commented Gerry laughing.

"To be fair I thought we'd pull out okay after Jurassic Park fell. I figure by being negative now it'll only make things better later on," said Jake.

"Huh?" asked Sam bewildered.

"Chaos Theory," Jake lied by making reference to his cousin's signature work as a rotting thick volume of a book entitled: Chaos Theory: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the insanity by Doctor Ian Malcolm sat on the bookshelf behind him.

"Ugh," said Gerry rolling his eyes. "'That's one big pile of shit.' Yeah, no shit, dummy!"

Jake and Sam eyed him oddly but Gerry waved them off.

"Forget it," he said sheepishly.

"So what now?" asked Sam anxious to get to work.

"Gentlemen," said Jake rolling up the map. "We've had too many unwanted visitors inside our house for too long and it's time to show them the door."

With that the three got up and left the room.

Nublar, Eighteen Years Ago: "I've seen it all now," commented Jake. He and Henry were looking up at the massive wooden gates with Jurassic Park emblazoned at the top that was being put into its final position.

"It's pretty much the same as the entrance to the old amphitheatre," Henry pointed out.

"Yeah but it's so damn ominous. This is a park, not the entrance to Kong's domain on Skull Island," said Jake as he leaned back onto the hood of the gas powered jeep they were using to tour the island. "I certainly wouldn't want to see something like this back on Sorna, it'd give me the creeps."

"Yeah I could see that on a stormy day," agreed Henry shivering slightly despite the sunny clear skies. An engine was heard from behind them as a gas powered jeep showed up at the entrance before Gustav Graves got out, opened the panel and switched it over to manual override. He then opened the doors by hand and drove his jeep through before running back, switching it back to automatic and running back to the other side as the massive doors closed behind him.

"You ever wonder what it is that he does out there?" commented Henry as both he and Jake got back into the vehicle.

"Would it be wrong of me to say, no?" asked Jake hopeful.

"He's up to something," swore Henry. "And I want to find out what."

Jake shrugged as he leaned his seat back as Henry turned the jeep around and headed for the Visitor's Center.

"It's just…what could he be doing that would require him to do it away from the Center with all of its labs?" continued Henry. Jake groaned and turned away from him as he faked covering his ears to get Henry to stop his continuous tirade about Graves.

"Fine, but if I don't find out and this blows up in our faces, don't come crying to me," threatened Henry.

"Believe me, I won't," promised Jake.

Indigo, Present Day: "Guess I spoke too soon," said Billy mystified. "What on Earth…"

They were down in the galley where, despite the stench of food rotting in it's trays at the buffet, every single bean and soy product in the entire ship had been eaten.

"Well that's just great," said John annoyed as he yanked a toothpick out of his mouth and flicked it into the empty tray. "Fuck!"

His outburst briefly startled the group before they each calmed down.

"Lysine," said Billy with realization as Grant pondered something before looking around. "Oh…"

"I guess that cinches it then," commented Thomas as he took a sample of the alcohol the beans had been floating in.

"No it doesn't," stated Grant. "Not by a long shot."

"What do you mean?" asked Thomas confused as John turned around and looked at the doctor.

"Droppings," said Grant simply as he placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"I don't get it," said Thomas. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"No, he's right," commented John as realization dawned on him. "Damn, why didn't I notice that before?"

"It's a simple thing to overlook because human nature makes such business one of a private nature. With animals it's not the same thing," commented Grant.

"I'm still lost," said Thomas feeling helpless.

"All living things must produce waste," stated Grant. "There's no way around it because matter is neither created nor destroyed, but it can be changed. And dinosaurs are not so civilized so where are the droppings that should naturally follow their presumed presence here?"

"Point taken," Thomas conceded, a little bitter he hadn't thought of it.

"I don't suppose whoever cleaned this place up cleaned that up too?" asked Billy.

"They'd better not have!" shouted John. "I gave orders to only have the bodies removed."

"We touched nothing! Granted the forensics team sampled stuff but there was no mention of droppings in their reports," said Thomas as he pulled out a report and rifled through it.

"So if we find the droppings…," began Billy.

"We should find the culprit," reasoned Grant nodding. "Or so I hope."

"Yeah," added Billy mischievously. "If we don't find any droppings…"

"Then we're in deep shit," said John heading for the exit. "So let's go find some."

The group left.

Sorna: A pair of attack helicopters raced over the building as smoke rose into the air in the far distance while explosions could be heard. Aeryl was consulting with a fellow worker as a pair of black hummers raced past headed into the jungle while everywhere there was a flurry of activity.

"Here you go," said Gerry walking up with Sam trailing behind. He handed here a bundle of papers with readouts of all sorts on them.

"The readouts?" inquired Aeryl. Gerry nodded.

"There are some holes but there's information on nearly eighty percent of the island," offered Gerry. Aeryl nodded distracted as she looked through the long printout pages.

"Perforated edges?" inquired Aeryl a bit surprised as she tore off the sides of the page with the tiny holes in it from where the printer had threaded the pages.

"As advanced as this island was for its day, the technology is still thirteen years out of date," stated Gerry.

"Who was responsible for maintaining the technology on this island?" inquired Aeryl. A shadow passed over Sam's face.

"I was," he commented darkly.

"See that it gets improved," commented Aeryl curtly. Gerry grabbed Sam before he could lunge at her but before anything else could happen a loud noise pierced the air startling them all.

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

A black car rolled around the corner with a massive V-8 supercharger sticking out of the hood. The car stopped in front of them as the supercharger slammed on and a loud noise filled the air as the supercharger revved up as the rear wheels began spinning throwing smoke and dirt everywhere. Then the engine cut out and Jake Whitacre pushed his way through the debris as he walked up the steps towards them.

"Oh good, the report printed," he said as he looked at it as Aeryl still held it staring at the vehicle.

"What is that?" she asked.

"My car," explained Jake bluntly. "She's allowed me to survive this island in the past and she'll continue to do so again. I'm just grateful that Spino didn't trash it after it woke up following me tranqing it. So how's the operation going?"

"Like clockwork. Already we've retaken five percent of the island and have reconstructed and repaired several miles worth of perimeter fences. Soon we hope to regain control of the geothermal stations and provide power to those fences. We've also managed to discover the location of Ludlow's failed expedition and recover the cages there, which we'll add to our own that we brought on the boat and we should be able to sustain most of what we'll capture before the fences are powered up," said Aeryl returning to business.

"Good," said Jake producing an apple and chewing on it. "So what can we do?"

"If you really are itching for action you can retake the geothermal generators," commented Aeryl. "According to our research there are some old friends of yours inhabiting the place."

"Friends?" asked Jake as his blood ran cold.

"Dimetrodons," said Aeryl before walking off.

Nublar, Eighteen Years Ago: "Henry what are you doing?" said Jake admonishing the startled scientist as he was hunched over a computer terminal.

"I'm checking power flows to see if I can pinpoint where Graves is working at out in the park," explained the scientist. Jake groaned and rolled his eyes before shaking his head in shame.

"Henry Wu, investigative reporter," he quipped. "My hero."

"What's your point?" Henry demanded.

"Isn't this a little OOC for you?" said Jake as he took a sip of his coffee. "You don't normally jump head first into things like this."

"And you usually do," Henry retorted. "So why aren't you concerned about what he's doing with our specimens? They're our life's work!"

"It's a job Henry," Jake shot back bluntly. "These dinosaurs are nothing more than commercial products; Graves can do whatever the hell he wants with them, I don't care, just so long as it doesn't affect me. Now, since I know that you'll get yourself way in over your head without my help, where do you think he is?"

"Well-," began Henry when John Hammond strolled into the room.

"Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make," stated the CEO.

"You're going to start wearing something other than that white getup for a change?" asked Jake hopefully.

"No," said Hammond.

"Damn…"

"What I am going to announce is some new additions to our happy family," continued the entrepreneur.

"Happy family? John the family dog could bite somebody's head off," said Jake as Henry chuckled as the juvenile t-rex crossed one of the screens in the room.

"I am pleased to introduce first, our veterinarian, Gerry Harding," said Hammond ignoring the scientist. The veterinarian appeared and shook Henry's hand and then Jake's.

"You have much prior experience working with dinosaurs?" Jake had to ask.

"Yes, yes I have," said Gerry nodding his head. Both chuckled at that before he took up a position beside them.

"Next is one of our technicians, John Arnold," said Hammond as the African-American worker came up and shook their hands.

"This is going to get confusing," said Henry as he nodded at Hammond as the technician shook his hand, both of whom shared the same first name.

"Call me Ray, everyone else does," said Ray. Jake nodded before a much larger man appeared.

"And this is Dennis Nedry," commented Hammond with, Jake thought, a tinge of bitterness. The larger man looked at the quartet unimpressed and didn't even bother greeting them before heading for his terminal. The four looked at him perplexed as Hammond stormed off.

"Can we get some food?" asked Ray hopeful. Henry nodded and jerked his head towards the exit.

"That must've been a fun chopper ride," commented Jake as the group headed off to the lounge to get something to eat.

"Like you wouldn't believe," commented Gerry as they appeared in the rotunda and walked down the steps where some workers were placing a pair of dinosaur skeletons.

"Oh I'm Jake Whitacre and this is my buddy Henry Wu, I guess Hammond forgot to introduce us," offered the scientist

"Yeah I figured as much," said Ray as they entered into the lounge and each grabbed a plate of food.

"What is this stuff?" asked Gerry a little pale at what was on his plate.

"Who knows?" commented Jake also disgusted. "I swear I can't eat half the stuff in here that Alejandro whips up."

"Yeah, burgers and fries just seem to fall outside his dignity," commented Henry as he chewed thoughtfully on the roll that came with the meal. In the distance Alejandro could be seen instructing some of the servers and lower chefs as to how things were to be done.

"Hey Alejandro, how 'bout some real food for a change?" yelled Jake at him. The head chef turned around and glared at him as Jake began laughing as the rest chuckled as well.

"I'm surprised you're still willing to antagonize him after what happened before when he only served Chilean Sea Bass that one week after you gagged on a piece in front of Hammond," stated Henry.

"Lost a good five pounds that week and nearly starved," Jake lamented as he held his stomach. "But at least it prompted Hammond to install vending machines around here."

"Which annoyed Alejandro again to no end," continued Henry.

"Hey at least when Sorna is finally up to spec I won't have to come back here," was all Jake said as he risked it and took a bite of the food before turning a brief shade of green before swallowing the food.

"Yeah I'll be working at Sorna too once this island is up and running," added Ray. Jake shifted uneasily at that.

"What?" commented Ray concerned.

"Maybe Nedry just gave off a bad vibe is all," commented the scientist. The rest of the quartet nodded.

"Still, I don't think it'd be right for us to just alienate him," said Henry.

"I agree," said Gerry. "I mean we'll all be working with each other for a long time, starting a grudge now can only get worse later on."

"A psychologist as well as someone who had has prior experience with dinosaurs," goaded Jake. "Wow!"

"Oh shut it," said Gerry shaking his head.

"Yeah let's do it," Jake finally agreed. "But let's not swarm him en masse, it might put him off."

The others nodded as a silence ensued.

"So where's Doctor Graves?" asked Gerry finally. Jake and Henry looked at each other before Jake shrugged.

"I don't want you to think you've stepped into an island of mystery and intrigue…" began Henry.

"Because of course the fact that dinosaurs are here makes that completely untrue," Jake butted in.

"But we've reason to suspect that Dr. Graves might be participating in…unscrupulous acts," said Henry.

"Really?" said Gerry interested as he and Ray leaned in.

"Well we can't prove it yet," admitted Henry.

"But with your help we might be able to," continued Jake against his better judgment at escalating Henry's supposed fantasies.

"Sounds…interesting," Gerry admitted. "When I'm out and about the island I'll try and keep an eye out."

"I'll be busy trying to get this island up and running but if I see anything I'll pass it along," offered Ray.

"Thanks," said Henry grateful. "So we're all agreed."

"For better or worse," said Jake as they received drinks from a waitress. They clinked their glasses together and took a sip before Jake spewed his out.

"Mineral Water?" he said wiping his mouth off. "Alejandro, I'm gonna get you for this!"

He leapt out of his chair before his leg snagged onto the leg and he crashed to the ground.

"Let it go Jake," said Henry chortling his water as he laughed while still sitting. "Let it go."

"I'm gonna get him just like I'm going to get that vending machine back on Sorna," Jake swore.

"And I wish you the best. But Dr. Graves sounds like a task easier to accomplish," said Henry. "So let's get to it."

The four finished their meals and set them on the conveyer belt and left the lounge.

Sorna, present day: Jake swung up his rifle and aimed it at the vending machine and fired, but the bullet ricocheted off the fiberglass and embedded itself in the ceiling.

"Let's go," said Jake as he, Gerry, and Sam left out the front door of Embryonics Administration for the Geothermal Plant.