Fort McCoy, Wisconsin

Army men everywhere. That was the sight to see at this very well-balanced army base. Battle tanks could be seen parked in various spots while others were driving around.

Men swarmed everywhere like an army of ants. Others were driving trucks full of cargo and pulling them into the garages. The general, a man with grey hair and a straight face, was giving out orders to every soldier before him.

"Load it all up!" He yelled to his men. "Get it all in there!"

"Yes sir!" His lieutenant nodded before leading a squadron of the men indoors. There was a large assortment of ammunition inside of the trucks, as he could see. Several of the men unloaded from the back and hurriedly rushed them into the building.

One soldier tried speaking into his walkie-talkie, but could not heat it over the commotion. He hurried to the other side of the building. Not exactly quiet, but enough for him to hear.

"Say again, Lewis?' He said into it.

"It's time." The voice from the walkie-talkie answered. "Have the trucks returned yet?"

"Yes sir." The soldier answered. "All but one. 5th squad hasn't come back yet."

"Good. Better get yourself inside." Came Dodgson's voice again. "Things are gonna get messy."

"Roger that." He then turned it off.

~Meanwhile~

General Larson waved to his troops, guiding the trucks into the garage. "Be careful with that stuff, it's very valuable! Lieutenant Harding?"

"Yes sir?" Asked his lieutenant.

"Is this everyone?"

"Not quite, sir," Harding answered. "5th squad must still be scouting the area."

"Better check in with Daniels at the gate." The general then pulled out his walkie talkie and spoke into it. "Daniels, do you have a visual on 5th squadron? Over."

"General Larson, I have not yet found 5th squadron. I will reply whe-"

What the voice on the walkie talkie was going to say next was cut off by something neither the general nor his lieutenant could make out. It sounded like a bellow of some sort. Next, they heard something like two large objects slamming together, like a pair of rocks. And they swore they could hear Daniels yell before a volt of loud static rung through the little device. Larson cringed as the static hurt his ears slightly.

"What happened?' Harding asked.

"Signal must've cut off." Larson assumed.

"Should we go check it out?"

"Affirmative," Larson said as he walked down the trail towards the gate. But when he made it there, he could see a shadow coming towards him. Not from the ground, but from above. He looked up to see a large object falling towards him from the night sky. He quickly dove out of the way as the sound of it crashing to the ground filled his ears. He raised his head to see what it was that nearly crushed him.

One of his army trucks.

He felt someone pull him back to his feet. "Come on sir!"

Larson heeded Harding's words and ran after him back towards the base. As they rushed back to the garage, a new sound filled their ears. It was a pounding sound like thunder, and yet it was much worse. They both could feel the ground shake beneath their feet. When they made it back to base, what they saw was unlike anything they could've ever imagined.

Standing at 12 feet at height, a creature was laying waste to everything in front of it. The animal's skin was a dark red with black spots and stripes on it. On top of the large snout stood a small spike. The most terrifying thing about this animal was that its eyes were a pale white as if it were some sort of apparition.

"Harding," Larson said as he stared up at the beast, soldiers running past them. "What do you call that thing?"

"Ceratosaurus." It was no surprise to the general that Harding was familiar with Dinosaurs since he had worked at the first park on that cursed island. "But I thought they died on Sorna."

"What?' Larson asked.

"Ceratosaurus was never brought to Nublar, sir," Harding said as he stared at the Dinosaur in awe. "They were only located on the breeding grounds. By gosh."

The Ceratosaur bellowed out a terrible roar as he grasped his large jaws around one of the fleeing army trucks. The men inside yelled and tried to break free, but were pushed back by the force of the jaw muscles. The dinosaur threw the truck into one of the tents as it charged towards the soldiers, running from its sight.

But what they saw before them caused them to flee back to the other direction.

Another Dinosaur had entered the camp. This dinosaur was a foot taller than the Ceratosaur and was blue with a yellow underbelly. Along the spine was a line of small but noticeable spikes that ended on the back of the head. On both sides of the head, right above the eyes, stood a pair of red V-shaped crests. And like the Ceratosaur before it, its eyes were pure white.

The blue dinosaur took notice of one of the soldiers and chomped down on him, devouring him in a matter of seconds. It then let out a shrill roar before joining the Ceratosaur in destroying the camp.

"Allosaurus."

"What?' Larson said.

"Allosaurus," Harding repeated. "Rival to Ceratosaurus. Why are they working together?"

"Darned if I know," Larson answered. "But now would be a good time to hide."

The two men quickly ran behind one of the tents as the soldiers were running everywhere. Trucks overturned. Tents torn up. The two dinosaurs thrashed everything they saw to ruin. The unfortunate men who came to close to them had met a swift end by being picked up by either one's jaws. Harding could not help but stare at the wreckage that had once been the prestigious military camp in which he had worked.

Larson also watched this unfold. But what he was seeing made his blood run cold.

He quickly ran towards the garage, where men were pouring in like ants at their mound.

"Get out now!" Larson quickly waved his arms in the air to try and get the attention of his troops. But they were yelling too loud in fear to hear him. He turned his head to see the Ceratosaur lifting another truck in his jaws. It then swung its head fast and open its jaws, letting the truck fly through the air. Larson ducked down as the truck impacted the building.

The explosion that erupted from the vehicle as it smashed against the side nearly defend him. He felt himself be knocked back by the blast, landing flat on his back. He heard the roar of the Ceratosaur as he felt its footsteps just as much as he could hear them. He panted as he struggled to get back to his feet. He saw Harding getting into a truck with several other men driving towards him.

"Get in sir!" He yelled out to his general.

Larson climbed into the back as several other trucks followed close behind them. One truck next to them had some of its guns still workable. One of which was shooting at the Allosaur. The blue predator looked at the truck shooting it, shaking off the attacks like a dog. To their horror, the soldiers in Harding's truck realized that guns were not having any effect on it at all. It wasn't even bleeding.

"No!" Larson yelled out, trying to get their attention. "Stop!"

But it was too late. The Allosaur ran next to the truck as it continuously shot at it. And then, with a swift motion, the dinosaur clamped down ion the top of the truck and pushed it over with no effort at all, crushing it and all of its passengers beneath its mighty foot. It then raised its head and looked at the direction of Larson and Harding's truck, soon taking off after it as the Ceratosaur continued to destroy the camp behind them.

The caravan of surviving trucks, although greatly few, sped as fast as they could through the entrance with their pursuer close behind. The Allosaur leaped up and broke through the large sign that stood above the ground before resuming its pursuit. It bellowed out again as its fangs dripped with the blood of the soldiers it ate.

But then it stopped.

It raised its head to the air as if it were listening for something. Briefly, Larson heard it. It was some sort of barking sound, but it also sounded like it was automated. As he looked back at the Allosaur, he saw it turn and run back to the woods. He saw the shape of the Ceratosaur darting up the road towards its companion.

But it was not alone.

Something smaller five feet in height was running on two legs and rushing into the woods, being followed by the two larger Dinosaurs. Their footsteps becoming more silent before finally fading from ear range.

Larson could very well see the orange glow of the burning remains of Fort McCoy, now a great distance behind them. It had all happened so fast. In the three years since the Dinosaurs were released into the world, there had never been an attack like this before. Among everything that had happened that night, he could well remember the eyes belonging to the two Dinosaurs. White? Why were their eyes all white? For all he knew, it could've been some sort of disease.

"Harding?" He addressed his Lieutenant. "Holding out up there?"

"Affirmative sir," Harding answered. "What're your orders?"

"Get us somewhere safe." Larson sighed as he took his hat off. "I need some scotch."

~Meanwhile~

Baselton knew he had made the right decision by signing up with Biosyn. He always disagreed with General Larson's order and hoped to get the better of his ill-fated authority. He knew one day his government would crumble, but he never truly had the means to bring it about.

But when he learned that InGen had failed again in 2015, he realized that he could gain profit in one form or another. He lifted his walkie talkie back to his mouth and spoke into it again.

"Lewis? It's Goerge again. The mission was a success. The whole place is in shambles. Send me a transport if you will. One more thing: the Ceratosaur could do with a quieter approach."

"Affirmative, Baselton." Dodgson's voice replied. "Onto phase two."

Well, it looks like Biosyn's plan is in motion. Now we know what their new concoction, Hurisym, can do to Dinosaurs. Also, this new character, George Baselton, is a loose adaption of the character from The Lost World Novel. Dunno if any of y'all noticed that, just wanted to say it. Who knows what phase two of the project Hurisym will be? I do ? Stay tuned! Spare no expense.