"Oh, I have a bad feeling about this." Gerry said.

"...I'm still on the premises." Sorkin continued. "Get me somebody!"

Gerry walked over to the door to the control room and peered into the window.

"Mr. Parker, I do not need rescuing." Sorkin said. "I do not want the bombing waylayed. I want it stopped. What? It's not contaminated. This is a wildlife preserve. These animals are not diseased! They are extremely endangered! You're not listening to me!"

Jess walked to the glass dome of the rotunda, and knocked on it.

Sorkin looked up at Jess and then turned around.

Jess walked over to a large control panel on the walkway.

"Hey, dad." Jess said. "This looks like an intercom up here."

"What? Where?" Gerry asked.

Gerry walked up to the control panel.

"Good find, honey."

Gerry pressed the button on the intercom.

"Laura. It's me, Gerry. Laura?"

"Gerry, I hear you." Sorkin said. "And I'm glad you are here. This is going to be a lot easier now."

"What have you been doing?" Gerry asked.

"We are going to stop the bombing, Gerry." Sorkin explained. "This island must be preserved."

The control room in the rotunda was huge, to accomodate the enormous computers, and the viewing area much larger.

Sorkin walked over to a computer and pressed a button and flicked a switch.

The elevator doors were locked shut.

"I have taken the remaining survivors hostage." Sorkin said, continuing her phone call. "There are four others. Three Americans and one Costa Rican. I won't let them go unless the plans to bomb the island are completely rescinded."

"How dare you leverage us as pawns." Gerry said. "We want off the island. Help us, or let us go."

"Five people are better than one." Sorkin said. "Protesting is a game of measurable attrition."

"Protest?" Gerry said. "My God, this isn't a political maneuver. You are putting us in danger to serve your own agenda. We deserve a chance to survive. Think about Jess, Laura. This isn't something you want on your conscience."

"I'm sorry, Gerry." Sorkin said. "I need you here."

"Billy, will InGen stop the bombing?" Gerry asked.

"Doubt it." The mercenary said. "InGen is not the one dropping bombs. It's the U.S. military, and the contingency is based around a cover story involving Sandinista rebels. She may just be delaying the inevitable."

"If you don't offer me some sort of guarantee that the island will be preserved, I will have to escalate matters." Sorkin said. "This is lunacy! Fine, put the military on the phone. Hello? Hello!"

Sorkin walked over to one of the computers.

"You want to see contamination of the global ecosystem?" Sorkin muttered to herself.

"Laura!" Gerry said. "Laura, please, listen to them. Listen to reason. You're being irrational."

"Nature is irrational." Sorkin said. "Rationalizations haven't gotten results. I think it's time to put matters back into nature's hands."

"What are they saying?" Gerry asked. "Are they going to stop the bombs?"

Sorkin ignored him.

"Laura, there are other options here." Gerry reasoned. "Holding us against our will to save the dinosaurs is only one poorly thought out resolution. You're smarter than that, Laura."

"I know, Gerry." Sorkin said. "I know what I'm doing. I clearly expressed the consequences of threatening this island. I scored a line in the sand that has been ignored and trampled over by InGen, by the government, and now I exercise my resolve."

"Laura..." Gerry was growing concerned.

"I'm going to free the Tylosaurus." Sorkin said.

"Are you mad?" Gerry said. "A land dinosaur paddling to the mainland is one thing, but you're talking about releasing an apex predator into over seventy percent of the global ecosystem!"

"It's only one." Sorkin said. "It can be recaptured."

"Before it terrorizes Hawaii, or Australia, or California?"

"Oh, don't be dramatic." Sorkin said.

"Laura, don't!" Gerry pleaded.

Sorkin pressed a few buttons and pulled a large lever down. She looked over to the gate jutting out from a rock wall.

The gate began to open.