Working with Biosyn was not exactly King's go-to job decision. He was thirty-five years old, and he was also eighteen years in debt. Being an up and coming research scientist in the field of animal behavior, workdays were pretty much an everyday experience for him. His main interest was the African Lion.

As he sat at his office in the Biosyn headquarters, he leaned back in his chair as he contemplated his current choices. After what had happened at the docks with Dodgson and that Baselton character, he began to wonder if what they were doing was truly in the world's best interests. Watching Dodgson and Baselton massacre at least a dozen and a half men was not specifically his idea for expanding awareness of their company's ideals.

The memory of his main subject of research had caught his mind after what seemed like years. To him, Lions were not only a mildly iconic species, but they also seemed to serve as a reminder of how the animal kingdom presumably functioned. For all he knew, there were animals out there that could turn at the snap of a finger and cause a global catastrophe. But hey, that's what almost happened three bloody years ago. Ever since the events at Lockwood's Estate, he viewed the Dinosaurs as neither a miracle or even a tool like Dodgson did. He viewed the species as a whole as a threat to the global ecosystem.

Dinosaurs already had a shot at this world, gosh darnit. They already served their role. First came Hammond's little venture, his little game of God. He practically trapped those people on his demonic fun house of an Island, and only a small few of them made it back to tell the tale. At first, when he heard it, he merely shrugged it off. The heck with it. Dinosaurs, ha! What exactly are they putting in that Red Bull these days? But when he heard of how Malcolm told the same story again four years later, he started to truly get suspicious. He asked around to find someone who was in on the whole thing to try and get answers to his riddle.

And then came the incident of 2015. This time, it was a lot more public. At that time, his research on Lion anatomy was in jeopardy of being cut from Stanford University. His pockets were really getting empty at this point, and he was desperate. Of course, his business was not the only one that was suffering. There were plenty of workplaces that seemed to suffer because of the lawsuits they issued against those InGen suckers. He was right on that one. All those scientists were truly summers to the real deal. That they had made monsters.

Now that his life had gone downhill at that time, he soon began to see what it was that had truly stopped the world from turning. The Dinosaurs. The story of the decade: Dinosaurs living among us! That was what the papers read. Dang, those publicists would've had a heyday writing that mess. But that was when it happened. When he began to question his true beliefs.

That mother Sino-whatever it was, and those young ones it had with it. How she tenderly cared for it reminded her of how the lioness of a Lion Pride were known to take care of their cubs. Not all animals in this world were pure animals. That was a philosophy that he had written himself when coming to this conclusion. But what could he do now? He could barely afford the clothes on his back at this point. He had a mortgage. He had no job. He was so full of debt, he could barely even find room for anything else in his life.

But that was when he had been visited by Dodgson.

He had recently been given some sort of weird anonymous letter at the time He was nit told as to whom this letter was from. When Dodgson came around, that wily grin on his face, he knew that he may have had some sort of anterior motives. Some reason for approaching him. Dodgson was impressed by his work and sympathized with him for his current troubles. He then noticed the parchment in his pocket. When asked to take it out, he too looked surprised to see such a thing and suggested they open it. It read:

As a forward toward a one Howard King, your theory on the reliability sequence of feline capacity has shown to exceed current fields of study in our labs. You can very well see why exactly your research regarding this topic was closed, regarding the stock crash of 2015. Therefore, we give you a recommendation for your future: if ever you are seeking an ulterior form of approach to this category, the option of brain cell testing is always at your door. We are your friends. We wish for you and all others in your field to succeed. Think about it.

H.

Whoever in the heck this H could've been, he sure got his path to the present started. Seeking out the hidden address on the back of this message, he found what would one day become the fluid he would think of as the devil's batthsalts: Hurisym.

With plenty of testing, his theory of feline brain capacity was eventually perfected. It may have taken at least a year and a half of testing, but his work had finally paid off. The only problem was, the animals they tested it on turned more extreme than those with rabies. Several men had been dismembered by the crazed Lions. He wished that he could forget the sight of it. Just the mere thought of it made his stomach turn. He had failed again! However, where he saw failure, Dodgson had seen opportunity.

Now that he was under Dodgson's supervision, he had begun to think that there were other views on success in this world. A fine line between the world's best interests and conspiracy. He knew that now he had done it. He had created a serum that made monsters.

"Hey King," He turned his head to see Dodgson standing there in the door. "There you are. Listen, I got a reading in our sonar that I think you should see."

"Uh, sure." King nodded as he stood up. He followed him into the conference room, where several other Biosyn operatives were standing around, staring at the large screen in the wall. He could even see Baselton at the edge of the room, leaning against the wall.

"What's the scoop, George?" Dodgson asked him.

"That tracking device we put on Dearing's boat picked up their location." Baselton went over to the screen, which displayed some sort of map. On the west part of the map, there was a flashing red circle. Dodgson wiped his finger across the screen, zooming in on the circle.

The circle was on an island at least 207 miles west of Costa Rica. There was a description on the location which read "Sorna." As he zoomed in even further, he saw the red circle standing in the edge of the island.

The workers all begun to murmur around as they watched the screen. "It seems as though our friends at InGen took a little trip."

"Let's look at the surveillance footage in the research center," Baselton suggested. "If they wanna go anywhere on that Island, that's where they'd go."

Dodgson nodded and fiddled around with the buttons. Soon, another screen was pulled up. This time, it seemed to be displaying a kind of video. It showed the head of the DPG, Claire, standing at a screen similar to theirs, along with her colleagues, watching a video.

"Wait a minute." King squinted at the video. "Why're they on the Island?"

"It seems that Ms. Dearing isn't exactly content with the current pecking order." Dodgson folded his arms. "But who've they watching a video of Wu?"

"It is because she seeks answers."

The new head of Biosyn had made his presence known as the workers parted like the red sea. Wu entered the room with the amber staff in hand. His business-like expression was held on his face like it was fixed with glue, much like the amber on his staff. He had stuck the pieces back together perfectly, as he had seen John Hammond carry it everywhere he went.

It was easy for him to begin his secret affairs without anyone in InGen noticing. His plans were so secretive, he himself would find it difficult to find them if he had lost track of them. Not that he ever did. He was just about one of the most calculating minds on earth.

He stood there as he looked at the screen, his eyes fixated on the red-haired woman in the video. "Claire Claire claire…" He said under his breath. "Ever the curious one."

"Uh, sir?" King stepped closer to him. One glance from the former InGen geneticist was enough to silence.

Baselton was the first to speak up after this. Sir, these guys are close to figuring out everything we're doing. They'll come and fi d you, sir."

Wu did not even look at Baselton. He merely lifted up the staff closer to his face as he examined the reassembled Amber. He stared at the frozen mosquito inside with a cold, squinted stare. "A pity. Hammond was quite promising, wasn't he gentlemen? A genius in the works. However, there was one thing that neither he or Masrani or even Lockwood never considered."

Each of the men waited in Wu's every word.

"It's that these creatures were made for a reason. Not for entertainment, like Hammond and Masrani would have hoped. But to serve humanity. Our very own assets have proven this theory, as some of you may have noticed. Now, the people of this world have neglected to adhere to our promises of protection. And as such, our time to strike is now! We are Biosyn! We do not stand by as the world unravels around us like InGen has. We circle around nothing but humanity's best interests. And we will show them, what will happen without our protection. We will show them, what InGen has unleashed. They will see… the future."

At the end of his little speech, the assembled men began a loud applause, full of loud clapping and scattered cheering among them. King reluctantly obliged with the clapping as he bit his lip. This whole thing soundbite like a dictatorship than a company now. And he did nit like where it was headed.

"Dodgson, Baselton, with me." Wu waved over the two Biosyn operatives. "It's time we assembled the entire pack. Their biggest role is about to be played."

"Uh, but sir, what about Claire?" King was the only one who was still in the room after the men had dispersed.

Wu glanced back at King. "She should have stayed on the mainland. All of them. Wake up the hounds."

As the head of affairs had left, King turned his face back to the screen. He saw the people still watching the video. And with an uneasy expression, he put his finger in a button that read: "Sorna surveillance 0009847." Immediately, several more video frames popped up. It showed at least three dozen large cages that rattled abruptly, as if whatever was in them was extremely raring to escape.

Below the surveillance panel was a green button that read: "Open" right next to a purple one that read "Close." Now working with Dodgson, and then Wu, scared King enough. But there were other things that made his body sprout goosebumps all over. He knew what was in those crates. He saw what they could do to people. He knew what would happen.

However, he also knew that, if he didn't open them, he would face the wrath of Wu. And after the speech that he just heard from him, he decided not to chance it.

God, forgive me

Well hello JP/W fans! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas. Well as you can tell from this chapter, I've also adapted the character Howard King from the books into this story. And I bet you're all wondering what it is that's in those cages. Well young the next chapter, you'll find out. And as a said before, fortune will smile on all but one in Claire's party. I will see you all in the next chapter, be sure and tell me what you think of this one, and as always, Spare no Expense.

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