Max Hunter looked out of his office window. Nice view, he thought. He was Jurassic World's Chief paleontologist, which meant he was in charge of figuring out what each dinosaur ate, how long each dinosaur lived, and how each dinosaur reacted to each other. He had a blonde "Caesar" Haircut, Green eyes, and he wore glasses. He was always the "nerd" of his school as a child. He never really fitted in with everyone else. The only people he really did fit in with was the kids in his "Paleontology" club.
"Mr. Hunter," The intercom sprung to life. "You're needed at the Dilophosaurus paddock." He frowned. God, not again, he thought. He'd been to that damn paddock five times in the last week. He grabbed his documents and made his way down to the helipad.
"Hey Mr. Hunter," the pilot said. "Dilophosaurus' again?"
"Yep, they keep sending me down there and they don't even take my suggestions!" Max responded, climbing into the helicopter.
"That's Ingen for ya," the pilot said, preparing for lift off.
"So uh, heard about the Indominus Rex?" The pilot asked.
"Yeah, it's an abomination towards nature. I doubt it could even survive in an actual environment." Max ranted.
"But y'know, people will eat anything up," The pilot said.
"Damn right," Max said. "Hammond's probably rolling in his grave." He looked out of the window, counting the attractions as the helicopter went by.
"Alright buddy, we're here," the pilot said, landing the Copter.
"Thanks," Max said, grabbing for his bag. He saw a Mercedes-Benz pull up, and then a woman and a man came out.
"Oh hey, doc!" The man said.
"Hello, Chad," Max replied. "What brings you here?" he asked.
"Just showing off to the lady," Chad replied. Amber nudged him on the arm.
"I'm supposed to meet the park's chief veterinarian here, so I guess I should get going," Max said, obviously annoyed.
"Yeah, alright. Bye!" Chad said, Max ignoring him. "Alright, ready for the good stuff?"
"Of course I am," Amber said, smiling.
"Alright, up this stairs," Chad said, stepping up the stairs. At the end of the stairs was a cylinder-shaped viewing area, similar to the Tyrannosaurus Rex Kingdom. Amber looked into the window, searching for the animals. She saw two of them battling for a scrap of meat. One of them dropped the scrap and opened up a neck frill. The other one dropped the meat too, also opening her frill. The two of them closed their frill up, one pouncing on the other. The one on top opened up her frill, the other one knocking her off, getting up and running away.
"Brutal," Amber said.
"Yeah, they're, uh, much more bulked up than the ones in the original Jurassic Park. They're roughly the size of a Velociraptor. They're also more aggressive than the original clones," Chad said.
"How many of them are there?" Amber said.
"Five. They hunt in packs. There were originally 7, but the alpha kill-"Chad was cut off by his radio. He took it out of his pocket. "Sorry, can you say that again?" He said into the radio.
"There is a Code 19!" a woman's voice said into the radio, obviously distressed.
"Ah crap," Chad said, running towards the stairs. "Code 19!" he said.
"What got out?" Amber said, trying to catch up with Chad.
Chad looked at her in the most serious way, then said, "Indominus"