Amber Riley looked through the window of the car as the news van turned the final corner and was in front of the compound. The sanctuary loomed to their right, as they could see the pylons next to them. They had reached the security office, and she only had to show off her pass, as she was allowed in, just one of a select few people allowed in for this second go round at the sanctuary press day.

She looked back at the invitation on her phone, most of the reporters had received one like it as well, but hers was something of an exclusive, that being a tour through something that most people wouldn't get to experience. Not that it was going to be easy, rebuilding public trust after what had happened. Amber hadn't got the invitation the first time, and she almost hadn't gone the second time. She didn't think anyone back at the news station would've blamed her.

Dinosaur investigations in the field were hot or had been a few years ago when they were new. However, they had now become more of a problem than anything, and something of a burden and a pest. Thankfully the Mesozoic project was trying to clean up the mess that Ingen had started, but it would probably not be enough. As she was waved through the station, Amber sighed in the passenger seat as she scrolled down her email.

It wasn't that she was desperate either, she thought as she looked out the window as the was led to the 'front office' or so the structure at the front was called. Ostensibly it had been made as a sort of guard post, but apparently things were up in the air. She was feeling more that she needed to have a sense of closure here, closure over things. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it either.

As the car pulled to a stop in front of Jessica, Amber paused as the door was opened by the woman herself. Not even letting the driver do that. She was only momentarily stopped, as she would get out of the car, and stand beside her. The woman smiled at her like a Cheshire cat, but someone it was uneasy. Maybe because they were standing in front of the reserve. She felt her eyes flickering back and forth between the trees and where they were standing.

"Glad you could make it, Ms. Riley," Jessica remarked, as she started walking. Without a second thought, Amber followed her. The woman seemed remarkably composed given what had happened here, what was still in her mind. It was fair to say the news cycle had played that bit over and over, as she could feel it on the tip of her tongue. She was a news reporter at heart after all. But she was being presented another story here. She was aware of that, and she felt like it was clear.

"I have something to show you today. As part of your exclusive access, you'll get to see things the public won't." She smiled faintly as she looked at the woman. "After all, I meant what I said. This sanctuary won't ever be made for the public, and what happened to Masrani is reason enough for it not to be." Part of it was something else, the both of them were aware, that the bad publicity would be too much. The Mesozoic project was on a razor's edge no.

"You understand that I have to be honest here. There are legitimate concerns about the ability of the project to handle security." Amber had staked her reputation on being able to ask these questions right out, and so that was something that most interviewees were prepared for, and this time was no different. In fact, she'd interviewed Jessica before, and so she was more than aware of what to expect.

She knew that was quite literally the elephant in the room. The entire world had seen what had happened with Masrani. Jessica had not been involved in the security aspect, she hadn't taken over the company then. Maybe it was different now, she thought, as she mused how different it was to be facing a quandary like this, definitely was something which put all of them on the spot.

Jessica seemed unphased though. She continued walking, as they were close to the structure, or 'front office'. "Amber. May I call you Amber?" She began as she paused for a second at the door. There was a look in her eye that Amber couldn't quite understand, even if the familiarity was already a bit unearned. Or maybe more than earned, she thought as she took a deep breath.

"Amber. When was the first time you saw a dinosaur- not on television. Not on a news report, but actually In person?" The other woman's smile seemed to say she was selling something, even if what it was not exactly clear. But Amber could usually tell when someone was trying to do that, she'd spent long enough in this business. Maybe she let that expression soften on her face as she sighed.

They reached the building, as Amber realized it was an access portal and a guard station all at once. Still, she figured she might as well play along, continuing this line of interrogation even if she normally was the one that did the questioning. 'You know, Miss King, that most Americans have not even seen one of these animals in person, yet? It is estimated that only five percent of survey responders recently reported having seen a dinosaur in the wild."

Surprisingly enough, that was a fairly accurate estimate. For all the press that these creatures received, the vast majority of them would never be a threat to the people reading about them from the safety of their living room. In Amber's view, it was an interesting curiosity, but not one that she spent her life worrying about. There were other things to dwell on, at least to her.

It was not even that dinosaurs were boring, it was merely that to most people, they would never encounter them. Now when the news had first broken, that had been a different story. "I understand you might feel this way now. You've had three years to realize this, time enough for it to become engrained in the public consciousness," Ms. King didn't miss a beat in her reply, as she was already tapping in the security code on the outside of the building.

"Three years is a long time. And a short time at the same time…Would you say your life was much different than it was three years ago?" But three years had only been the first official acknowledgement, when officials had finally been forced to admit publicly what people were seeing, the moment when things slipping through the border were too obvious to ignore. Everyone knew about the Nublar and Sorna incidents, but what most people didn't understand was just how the problem had festered for so long under the surface, until finally they were in their own backyard.

The door swung open, and Ms. King led Amber into what looked like an office at first, but she could see that it was staffed with security guards. The opposite wall was reinforced with steel, and the reporter paused a moment, as she realized this. There was a man standing to the side who walked over to them, introducing himself as Cooper, it was so abrupt, that Amber hardly had the time to remember this man as the one who had been announced to replace Owen Grady.

"Mr. Cooper stops here from time to time to check up on the facility." Ms. King was saying, as she showed Amber a row of terminals. The reporter looked over, and she could see a variety of scenes playing out before her. The screens showed various vistas and landscapes that she could only assume must be from the sanctuary, although they were very high up, the cameras must be in trees, she realized.

As they walked closer to the screens, Jessica nodded to the technicians. "Why don't we show her the count?" The woman at the computers nodded, and would start typing away, and rapidly, the scenes before her would be replaced with a list of dinosaur names. Not all of which Amber remembered. Some of these were quite difficult to recall, and honestly until recently, she hadn't needed to know them in her daily life.

The count was as follows:

SANCTUARY:

Search: Found:

Tyrannosaurus Rex: 1 1

Triceratops: 4 4

Gallimimus 10 11

Pachycephalosaurs 6 6

Procompsognathus 32 34

Parasaurolophus 8 8

Styracosaurus 5 6

Dilophosaurus 3 3

"This is still a work in progress," Jessica said as they looked at the screen, as she would turn to face Amber. "Obviously I know you might have some questions, but to get one out of the way, we track all of our animals. We know where they are at any given location, and we try to get animals to the sanctuary where we can."

Amber felt a bit lost looking at the screen, but as a journalist some things did stick out to her, as she pointed to the difference between the two columns. "Where are there more animals in one?" She asked, really curious about that. Jessica's face seemed as if she had expected this.

"This is a true sanctuary. We allow our animals to breed, and so this first column just tells us what we originally brought in, and the second tells us if that number has changed due to predation or other factors. A true equilibrium. But make no mistake, our cameras have the nesting sites as you can see in three of them. So when we see a new animal, all we have to do is go out and send a team to chip them."

She spoke with the air of someone practiced at these sorts of questions, Amber could tell. She'd interviewed enough people to get that sense about them. But she was no dinosaur expert, so she'd try and ask what her viewers and listeners wanted to here. "So I've been hearing that a common criticism of the Mesozoic project is that it's impossible to get them all, that the animals have already been breeding in the wild." It was true. True enough that they were now coast to coast. Dinosaurs had been spotted or reported in fifteen states and counting.

She watched as Jessica turned her head as she would place her hands on her hips, seemingly not bothered in the slightest. Behind her the monitors changed from the count to the video of the sanctuary. She could see now the visual screens of various animals on the screen. On a plain, bipedal dinosaurs would graze, the caption above read 'Gallimimus valley'. Other screens showed other animals, as she saw the Tyrannosaur stalking through the trees as it approached a lake.

"This is only the first of our proposed sanctuaries." Jessica said as she smiled. Amber's face must have been apparent, as she stood up straighter. Every journalist and news outlet was hungry for something like this. An exclusive scoop that nobody else had. To the best of Amber's knowledge, neither Jessica or Masrani had ever mentioned that before in any press release. Suddenly her questions went out the window, as she felt herself rooted to the spot.

"You mean...you have more on the horizon? But you've never mentioned any plans." She found that was about all she was able to say, get out in her moment of stunned shock here. So much for journalistic integrity, but the thought of being the first... That was something that Jessica must have known that she'd want. She must have known the moment that she'd given her that number, the moment that she'd gone on her show.

"Oh yes. So much more. Masrani had a vision. And I intend to execute his vision. No, we might not be able to get them all, but we can make this place much safer for humans and dinosaurs alike. By creating sanctuaries where they can live. This is only the first, and I can tell you Ms. Riley...we are currently in active discussions for another." Jessica nodded as she stepped forward, away from the banks of the computers. "So you see, this is all about equilibrium. We don't control these animals. We know it's impossible, it's about finding a way to live with them-" That was one quote that definitely was transferred when the article appeared in print form.