As night fell, a storm hit Isla Nublar.
"I told you, Nedry isn't here!" Miles Chadwick said to Lewis Dodgson over the phone. "Fat bastard's probably stuck in a doorway somewhere."
"Just in case, do you have Plan B?" Dodgson asked.
"Don't worry about it, Plan B is ready. I have Plan B right here!" Chadwick assured.
"Do you think Nedry will double-cross us?" Dodgson asked.
"Nedry's not gonna double-cross us. The money's too good." Chadwick said.
"Does she know my name?" Dodgson asked, referring to Nima Cruz, the woman who would be assisting Chadwick in case of Plan B.
"No, she doesn't know your name!" Chadwick said. "She doesn't know anything she doesn't need to know. What, you think it matters?"
"Hey! Guess who's on the line?" Chadwick said to Nima holding out the phone. "It's Dodgson! I got Dodgson here!"
Nima looked at him silently, shrugging her shoulders.
"She doesn't care." Chadwick said to Dodgson. He hung up the phone. "C'mon. My contact's gonna be here any minute."
Chadwick and Nima went over by a stack of crates. They were on the East Dock by ship C-3208, waiting for Dennis Nedry. Nedry was the computer technician for a theme park called Jurassic Park that had been built on Isla Nublar. Nedry would be arriving to the dock to deliver a package to Chadwick. However, Nedry was late, and the meet was on a strict time schedule.
"Does InGen know you stole their jacket?" Nima asked Chadwick.
"This is a covert op. I gotta blend in." Chadwick said.
"Yeah, so what about me?" Nima asked.
"Just, uh, follow my lead." Chadwick said.
"What's in the photo?" Nima asked. Chadwick was holding a photo of a cylindrical object.
"This?" Chadwick asked, holding out the photo. "This is what's gonna make us both rich. It's what we're here to collect."
"A thermos." Nima said.
"Uh-huh. Sure. A thermos." Chadwick said.
"This storm is only gonna get worse." Nima said. She did not want to get stuck outside in a torrential downpour.
"Just relax." Chadwick said. "Chances are that Nedry's gonna show up at the last-"
"All passengers and crew, please board the vessel. We'll be casting off shortly." A voice on an intercom said.
"Son of a..." Chadwick muttered. "Ok. I guess we're going in after him. If anyone stops us, show 'em this...this..."
"What's the problem?" Nima asked.
"We need access passes to get past security." Chadwick said, fumbling around in his pockets. "Dammit, Dodgson! I gotta make a phone call to an idiot. Don't let anyone see you. Without those passes, we're cooked."
Chadwick walked over to the phone. Nima looked at the photograph of the thermos. There was a note attached to it that read: "Hand off is a go...clean-up at your discretion. - Osprey"
"Osprey? Que inepto!" Nima said. She looked at the ship. "We're not going back on that ship..."
She wondered how else Chadwick and her would get off the island.
Looking off into the jungle, Nima whispered, "Mariquita...stay warm tonight..."
Nima walked over to Chadwick who was busy talking on the phone.
"Hang on." Chadwick said. "What?"
"We should get going." Nima said.
"Yeah, well, we can't get going without access passes." Chadwick said, annoyed. "Dodgson?"
Nima left and walked towards the guard shack. Peering into the window, taking care not to be seen, she looked at the guard who was busy writing on a clipboard. Nima saw a couple of passes laying on the desk. She tried to grab them, but pulled her hand back before the guard could notice her. Nima then noticed a paper pinned by a phone. On the paper was a number for the guard shack.
Nima walked back to Chadwick.
"That's great, thanks a lot, very helpful." Chadwick said to Dodgson, hanging up. "Well, we're hosed."
"Maybe not." Nima said.
"What do you mean?" Chadwick asked.
"I got the guard's phone number. Call him and keep him busy." Nima said.
"What, then you sneak past and I stay here? That's not gonna work." Chadwick protested.
"No, baboso, I can get us the access passes." Nima said.
"Fine. What should I tell him? Chadwick said. He picked up the phone while Nima dialed the number.
"Just keep him talking." Nima said.
"Ah, hi, hi, yes, I'm uh, calling from payroll." Chadwick said, deepening his voice. Uh, we've lost some data here, and it's a bit of an emergency. Uh, I need you to give me some information..."
"Like candy from a baby." Nima muttered. She headed back to the guard shack.
"Uh, I don't know, like I said, I work the morning shift." The guard said to Chadwick. His back was turned, enabling Nima to grab the access passes. She went back to Chadwick.
"Yeah, but hold on, there's one more-" Chadwick said. Nima grabbed the phone and hung up.
"Hey! I thought you said-" Chadwick said.
Nima held up the passes.
"Oh. Okay, that was good, but..." Chadwick said as the two walked back down the dock. "Hey, uh, hold on a second. You work for me, remember? That means I call the-"
"Hold on there!" The guard said. "You can't go that way."
"Hello there!" Chadwick said. "Hi! Uh...uh we have passes!"
"Well that's good." The guard said. "But this is a storm evacuation. All non-essential personnel need to leave the island. You need to get on that boat."
"Yes!" Chadwick said. "I mean I, I have some uh...some essential..."
"Who are you with?" The guard asked.
"I'm...I'm with you!" Chadwick said. "I'm new!"
"What about her?" The guard asked.
"She...She's with...maintenance." Chadwick explained. "Go ahead. Tell him!"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you that." Nima said.
"Oh really?" The guard said. "And why's that, exactly?"
"It's very secret." Nima said.
"What's with the machete?" The guard asked.
"In my business, you never know what kind of vermin you might run into." Nima explained.
"Ok, sunshine, I'm gonna need you to stand right there for a minute while I call in to verify your passes." The guard said.
"Is that really necessary?" Chadwick asked.
"I don't care much for-" The guard began to say.
Suddenly Nima punched the guard square in the jaw. The man collapsed, unconscious.
"Let's go." Nima said as she walked towards the jungle.
"Maybe you're worth what we're paying you after all." Chadwick said.