Notes
Soundtrack suggestions:
The arrival of InGen Security's and Wheatley's forces:
- Pavane for a dead Apatosaurus - Michael Giacchino, Jurassic World (From 03:17 to 03:55).
- March of the Wheatley cavalcade - Michael Giacchino, Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (From 00:36 to 01:06).
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At 4:30 p.m., a large bus from Moucheto, a local transport company, crossed the estate's eastern gate and dropped off its fifty or so passengers not far from the hacienda. Those were the reinforcing keepers and vets and although many came from other InGen facilities, the majority were temporary workers with no prior experience with de-extinct animals. They were led by a coordinator, who came from Palo Alto headquarters, and she exchanged a few words with Jocelyn, who had come out to greet them. The two women then led the group into the meadow south of the oaks driveway, the one by the old farm, where Site D's workers had built a camp during the week, which consisted of a dozen or so large green tents organized around an even larger tent which acted as a canteen. In one corner, there were also two rows of sanitary cabins, similar to those found on construction sites.
Jocelyn let the new comers settle into the tents and half an hour later, while the couple and the DPG members were driven back to their hotel early, a roar began to be heard, growing louder and louder, and looking southeast, Jocelyn saw two large transport helicopters in the sky. Two Boeing Chinook in the colours of InGen Security.
The manager stood in the large meadow that stretched between the oaks driveway and the bungalows, waiting for the aircrafts' arrival with Austin and an armed group of ACU soldiers and guards, among whom was Valentine Taylor.
Arriving above the estate, the two transport helicopters slowed down and began their descent. As soon as they landed on the meadow's grass, at a respectable distance from the welcoming committee, their doors opened, letting armed individuals come out and form two groups.
The first consisted of about twenty-five men in midnight blue uniforms and wearing helmets, Kevlar protection and bulletproof vests bearing InGen Security's logo. Their balaclavas were lowered below the chin and the leader of this platoon of InGen soldiers saluted Austin before positioning himself with his men to the side to let the second group assemble in front of the welcoming committee. The latter was larger, about fifty individuals in tactical vests and fatigues and armed with assault rifles and pistols. As several among the welcoming committee looked suspiciously at these mercenaries, one of them stepped forward. He was in his sixties, with a balding head and a square jaw, dressed in light brown and wearing a cap and sunglasses. He greeted the manager:
"Jocelyn."
"Mr. Wheatley. Did you have a nice trip?" She asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"It was alright."
He scanned the group, met Austin's gaze, and his jaw clenched.
"Tell me. Where is Torres?" The mercenary leader asked Site D's manager and the ACU commander.
"Mr. Torres had an impediment and was unable to come today," Austin replied. "But he asked me..."
"Alright, I got it...," Wheatley interrupted him before letting out a small sigh.
The mercenary looked at the bungalows along the northern end of the meadow.
"Our quarters are there?" he asked Jocelyn.
"Yes. I asked their occupants to move to the camp on the field across the driveway. Meals will be given in the big tent from 6 p.m. Will you join us tonight?"
"I would be a very rude guest if I refuse."
"Very well."
Wheatley turned to his men.
"Okay ladies and gentlemen! Drop your bags in the bungalows, go to the toilet and be here in ten minutes for exercises! You have to stretch your muscles after all those hours of flight!"
"On the double!" Urged his right-hand man, a middle-aged black man.
As the mercenaries complied, heading for the bungalows with their gear and baggage, the platoon of InGen soldiers headed for the camp, where they had been assigned two tents, one of which they shared with the ACU soldiers and some of the estate's guards. Austin sent his men and the welcoming committee guards back to their usual posts, but before Valentine walked away, Jocelyn hailed him:
"Valentine? When do you finish your shift?"
He turned around.
"Six o'clock," he replied. "Why?"
"There is one seat left for tonight's dinner at the hacienda. I'm inviting you as a thank you for this morning, for stopping that Capuchin from stealing my chain. And for taking the time to look for my wedding ring, even though we couldn't find it..."
She then looked in Austin's direction and made sure he wasn't listening.
"And with Joel, Brice, Mr. Wheatley, Mrs. Dearing and Mr. Grady at the table, I will need a friendly and reassuring presence such as yours," she added in a low voice.
The security guard nodded.
"I accept your invitation. What's for dinner if I may ask?" he asked.
"Braised oxtail with rice."
"Sounds delicious… Seven o'clock, right?"
"Yes. I'll go to the kitchens to check how the cooks are doing. See you this evening."
"See you this evening. Thank you for this invitation, Jocelyn."
"No, thanks to you Valentine. You're saving my life."
She let him go back to his post and then she returned to the hacienda, passing through the kitchen and the canteen, making sure the dinner's preparation was going well before heading to her office.