Notes

Soundtrack suggestions:

The trio find their disguises:
- Le talent de Iagu and Kolaig l'étrangleur — Alexandre Astier, Kaamelott : Premier Volet.
- No ticket — John Williams, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

Alarm and flight:
- Le Wadi — Alexandre Astier, Kaamelott : Premier Volet (starting from 00:56).
- Alarm! — John Williams, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
- Scherzo for motorcycle and Orchestra — John Williams, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (starting from 01:04).
- Raiders of the lost Isla Nublar - Michael Giacchino, Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (starting from 00:40).

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In order to avoid the two guards who had closed the doors, Franklin had to get away from Pierce's truck and head for the stern. While the couple was busy getting out of the container, he had remained lying under one of the trucks parked behind those of the large carnivores and he had left his hiding place only as soon as Pierce had stopped making noise. After checking that there was no one around, he looked around for the Acrocanthosaurus' truck, found it and started heading towards it to find the couple.

But as he was about to walk past a truck and then turn right to reach the doors at the back of Pierce's container, an unknown female voice surprised him:

"Hey man, what are you doing here?"

After jumping, the DPG IT technician turned around and saw that one of the InGen soldiers was standing a few feet away from him. Her face being hidden behind a balaclava, he only saw her eyes.

"I'm here to check if the dinosaurs are okay…" Franklin replied hesitantly.

"You're one of the keepers?" The soldier questioned him. "Well, stop loafing around and go help your colleagues. I think they need help at the docks."

Franklin nodded.

"Okay. I'll be there soon," he said.

"No, you're going right now, we don't have all night," the soldier insisted. Do I need to take you out of the boat by the hand like a child?"

"No no. I'm going," the IT technician quavered.

"Let me see to it."

She nodded for him to go ahead, and he obeyed, heading for the ship's stern. But as soon as they passed the back of the truck skirted by Franklin when he was surprised, Owen appeared behind the soldier's back, slowly approaching her like a beast about to pounce on its prey. When she realized she was being followed, it was too late and the keeper knocked her unconscious. Franklin heard the body slump and turning around, he was relieved to see Owen leaning over the soldier and Claire joining them.

"Where have you been?" she asked him.

"I wanted to go back to you but she found me."

He looked at the unconscious soldier.

"What do we do of her? We can't leave her here," he pointed out.

As Owen looked towards the stern and the trucks parked a little further, Claire looked at the female soldier and noted with interest that they were similar in size and physique. She put her foot right next to hers, comparing their boots, and seeing that they were the same size, she smiled in satisfaction.

"Let's drag her in a corner and take her clothes off," the fallen park director suggested.

Noting that they were looking at her strangely, she rolled her eyes and clarified:

"I know how to get out of this place without being spotted."

They took the soldier to some dark corner, and while she began to undress her, Claire sent Owen to fetch some disguises and instructed Franklin to keep watch in the meantime. The keeper came back fairly quickly, bringing a high-vis vest and a hard hat, too small for him. He handed them to the IT technician.

"Here Franklin, here's your disguise. I found it in one of the trucks."

Hesitantly, the young man took them and disguised. Next to them, Claire put on the soldier's jacket over her tank top, put on her balaclava, helmet, gloves and grabbed her rifle. She was no longer the fallen director of Jurassic World but a soldier of InGen Security, some woman named Emily Weir according to the badge they had found on her. Owen and Franklin nodded approvingly, convinced by the disguise. Claire left her green pants and hiking boots under the nearest truck and they headed to the stern, looking for a disguise for Owen.

Halfway through the hold, they spotted a soldier with a build similar to Owen's. He was standing against one of the trucks, glancing at a truck parking not far from the lift to the mezzanine. Near him, there was no one else.

"He's alone, easy prey," Claire observed. "We just have to attract him."

"But how?" Franklin asked.

"I have a coin in my pocket," Owen told them. "Maybe we can throw it."

"And the sound would attract him..." the IT technician guessed.

"We have to see if he's as dumb as a video game guard," the fallen park director said.

She then motioned for them to retrace their steps, so as to bypass the truck they were skirting and go hide behind it. Once they were positioned, she gave her boyfriend a nod and he tossed his coin in the aisle between two trucks, the one they just left. The coin fell with a small metallic noise and hearing it, the soldier tensed, turned to the source of the noise and entered the aisle.

"But that idiot actually is," Claire said. "He's heading into our trap..."

Scanning the ground, Josh Cross, the InGen Security soldier, was looking for the object he had heard fall. He thought it might be a nut or some other part of one of the trucks, in which case he would have to notify the fleet managers, but when he saw a small metal disc with some engraving , he was relieved and satisfied with his find.

A coin? Hey, maybe I could buy a coffee with it. I would really need one.

As he bent down to pick it up, he heard someone approach him from behind. He turned around and thought he recognized his colleague Emily under her uniform.

"Ah, Emily… what happened with the acro earlier? He made one hell of a noise!"

"Yes, yes," she replied in a deeper voice than usual.

He looked back at the coin, but as he touched it with his fingertips, he heard Emily reaching him briskly. Cautious, he turned around again and he then saw her raising her rifle to strike him with its butt. Before he could do anything, he received a blow so powerful that he lost consciousness the next moment.

"Ok, we're all disguised. Let's go," Claire said a few minutes later.

She and Owen, disguised as InGen soldiers, and Franklin, as a dockworker, set off, passing between a column of trucks and the hold's walls. It was now almost full and between the lift and the stern's doors, which were still wide open, there was just an aisle. Since it was still wide enough for a few trucks to park there in a row, the trio knew they had left it so that animals could still be taken to the mezzanine and when they passed its edge, the lift was transporting a Pachycephalosaurus. The trio remained on the hold's periphery and after passing a forklift carrying another transport cage towards the lift and the group of keepers gathered in front of it, the couple and Franklin crossed the hold's threshold and exited the ship. As expected, the soldiers guarding the entrance merely glanced at them, and the trio began to make their way up the long dock towards the heart of the facility, passing several transport crates and operation's participants along the way. Franklin walked behind the couple, almost glued to their backs, and kept his head bowed, fearful that they might recognize him even with a hard hat on his head. Once they passed the Anne B and some of Wheatley's mercenaries gathered near its hold's entrance, the DPG IT technician raised his head to look at the stopped Shitpiercer and the warehouses further behind. As the cranes relieved it of the containers, the train had gradually moved forward and thus, the train's rear half was now stopped parallel to the quay while the front had started another tour of the loop, where the train was likely to remain once fully unloaded.

"Which exit do we take?" Franklin asked.

Owen turned his head to the left, as if to point to the administrative building near the facility's western limit.

"We go to the western gate, the main entrance. It's beyond that building."

"Will they let us out?"

"One step at a time…"

They soon reached the end of the dock and turned so as to pass between the rail and the administrative building, in front of which a coach was parked. The trio knew it was the one that was supposed to later bring some of the temp keepers back to Site D, as only a certain number of keepers was needed aboard the Arcadia according to the operation's overseers.

While patrolling the hold of the Arcadia, one of the guards suddenly heard squeaks and whimpers in one of the containers near him. Listening closely, he realized that they were quite soft noises, touching even, and he knew that the animal or animals making them weren't likely to be intimidating. Unaware of what the container contained but curious, the guard got on the truck and climbed the container. When he looked inside through the hatch, his eyes widened in astonishment and he turned around.

"Folks! We've got a little problem here!" He shouted at the nearest group.

One of his colleagues and a few keepers came running shortly after and he climbed down the container to go to its doors, which he opened. The other guard and the keepers were just as surprised as he was by the scene they saw. The container contained juvenile herbivores, all no larger than a sheep. There were two Stegosaurus, three Triceratops, and a Sinoceratops, which was standing near a man and a woman lying on the straw in the middle of the container, licking the face of the first. While both individuals still had their tank tops on, they only wore their underwear below the waist. Someone had taken their pants, probably the same person who had knocked them out and left them in that container after binding and gagging them in addition of all that. InGen employees entered the container and clapped their hands to make the baby dinosaurs move away from the door and the two individuals.

The other guard recognized them.

"Emily? Josh?"

He then leaned over to undo their bonds and gags before slapping them on the cheek and shaking them gently to wake them up. They opened their eyes and stretched.

"Hey guys... who did this to you?" the guard asked.

"I thought it was Emily. And then I saw her here," Josh moaned.

"There was a young man hanging around near the trucks. Mixed-race, bespectacled... an idiot face. He claimed to be one of the keepers," his colleague added. "I got knocked out while I was taking him outside."

As the group wondered who the young man was, they heard one of the Costa Rican dockworkers grumble in Spanish:

"Who are the morons who left their clothes and shoes there? This is not a laundry room!"

One of the guards hailed him.

"You found clothes? Come here!"

The docker came and showed them his find. There were men's black cargo pants, women's green cargo pants, and two pairs of hiking boots similar to those worn by the keepers. They shrugged, having no idea who their owners were. One of the keepers suddenly exclaimed:

"A bespectacled mixed-race young man with an idiot face? But isn't that the DPG geek?"

"If someone see him or Mr. Grady and Mrs. Dearing, they must report them," one of the guards declared. "Torres said they were saboteurs."

"If he's here then..."

"They are there too..."

"Alert to all units, Torres' speaking. We have intruders in the facility! I repeat, we have intruders in the complex! They wear the uniforms of two soldiers, Josh Cross and Emily Weir. Stop and question any soldier who isn't at their post. Be careful, they are armed and dangerous! In case of force majeure, you have permission to open fire," crackled the radios carried by Claire and Owen.

"Fuck!" the fallen park director exclaimed.

Having just finished skirting the administrative building, she and her two companions stopped and looked at the remaining distance to the western gate. The latter was about sixty meters on their left and of course, it was guarded. If they went there, they would be immediately questioned, unmasked and arrested.

"What do we do?" Franklin asked.

"We don't have time to look for another exit or reach the eastern gate. They'll find us by then," Owen replied while scanning the surroundings.

A truck with a tarpaulin cover then passed them and turned right. Owen and Claire followed it with their eyes. The truck drove in a straight line for a hundred and fifty meters before turning to enter a hangar which probably acted as a repair shop or a covered parking lot.

"If we can't walk out of this facility stealthily, then let's leave with a bang," Claire declared.

Owen nodded and they trotted to the hangar, in which they entered. Not far from there, a guard had been surprised to see two soldiers and a docker going there together and hastily for no valid reason, a rather suspicious behaviour in his eyes. He saw fit to inform his superior officer, but instead of using his radio, he took his phone.

"Two soldiers and a docker just entered building A-1. I think it could be them."

"Okay. Torres is sending Wheatley and several of his guys there. Stay where you are and keep your eyes open. Act like nothing happened."

A few minutes later, Wheatley, Manny and five other mercenaries arrived on the scene. The hangar doors had been closed in the meantime and the guard had of course informed his superiors, suspecting the intruders were preparing for a siege. Weapons in hand, the mercenaries advanced, preparing to open the small door located a few meters from the large one. But just as Manny was about to put his hand on the handle, Wheatley, only a few feet away, heard a sound that stopped him, the sound of squealing wheels and a roaring engine. He turned immediately to the others, who were standing just outside the large door.

"Mov..."

But he was not allowed to finish his sentence because the great door was rammed from the inside in a huge crash and the mercenaries, suddenly dazzled by a bright light, either recoiled or fell, with one even rushing to his comrade to push him out of the way of the covered truck which burst out at full speed like a charging elephant or a rampaging Triceratops before swerving towards the western gate and turning off its high beams.

"You heard Torres. Fire!" Wheatley ordered his men. "Or at least pretend…," he added in a low voice.

Pulling themselves together, they got into position and fired. None of their bullets hit and the vehicle continued straight ahead, accelerating. Inside the hangar, a driver was lying unconscious on the ground.

At the western gate, the guards had turned when they heard the gunshots and they saw the approaching truck and its driver in a balaclava.

"Close the gate!" One of them shouted.

The others immediately complied, starting to slide the gate.

Sitting in the cab with the couple, Franklin, who had ducked as they charged out of the hangar, looked up and saw the gate closing and guards deployed in front of it, pistols in hand.

"We're not going to make it... We're not going to make it..." he repeated.

But that was not the opinion of Claire, who was at the wheel.

"Hang on!" She told them.

Already driving well above the speed limit, she accelerated even more. Straight ahead, a third of the gate had already been slid.

"We won't pass," Franklin moaned.

As they were about to fire, the guards suddenly gave in to fear and threw themselves out of the way of the truck which passed them. Claire turned the steering wheel to the right, in order to slalom between the half-closed gate and the post. The truck thus crossed it just in time and they did not even have to regret the loss of a rear-view mirror.

"We passed!" Franklin exclaimed, amazed.

"Like daddy into mommy!" Claire said.

They then sped through a parking lot and took a road exit while the gate was reopened. In one corner of the parking lot, press vehicles were parked and reporters were crowded near the shore, filming the fleet and the activity on the docks. Having heard the commotion caused by the trio's escape, some turned around and filmed the truck.

In order to avoid skirting the facility's northern limit, Owen told Claire to turn left at the end of the road exit and she did, turning into the street. They then turned right at the next intersection, and they were soon on the main road leading to the highway. When they slotted into a line of vehicles, the couple took off their balaclavas and the trio sighed in relief, thinking that they had lost the vehicles which Torres had probably sent after them and that it was highly unlikely that the director of InGen Security would send an helicopter after them without attracting the attention of the press and the local authorities. Their assumptions were right.

In the facility's control room, within the administrative building, Edward Torres waited nervously for his men's report.

"Sir. They... They got away. We didn't think…," a voice mumbled on the radio.

The director of InGen Security banged his fist on the nearest console.

"You bunch of incompetents!"

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Where do you think they're going?" One of his subordinates asked.

"I don't know. If I were them, I would try to leave the country as soon as possible..."

Torres then walked to a bay window overlooking the gulf, watching the last vehicles driving towards the Arcadia or the Anne B.

"Sir. Iger wants to talk to you," someone announced.

InGen Security's director sighed and moved away from the window.

"How are you doing?" Claire asked Franklin.

"How am I doing?! Like Sarah Connor in the original Terminator, that's how I'm doing!" He replied, still shaken by the events of the last seven hours.

"I know that feeling..."

As they just left the Puntarenas conurbation, they entered the highway, but the DPG IT technician became worried when he noticed that they were heading northwest and not east.

"Where are we going? San José was in the other direction."

"I know," the fallen park director told him after looking at Owen. "We're not going there."

She said no more, and exited the highway just five minutes later, by Cuatro Cruces, which confused Franklin even more. He then saw a sign indicating the number of kilometres remaining to the most notable towns on the road:

Miramar 6
Burgo Nuevo 35

They were going back to the mountains. Franklin looked at the time on the dashboard: It was almost eleven o'clock. The night was not over yet.

A few minutes after midnight, the InGen fleet weighed anchor and headed first for the entrance of the Gulf of Nicoya and the southern tip of the eponymous peninsula. Then, it would be at sea for more than a week.

Kenneth Wheatley and his mercenaries were also part of the trip but InGen had put them not aboard the Arcadia but on the Anne B, with men from InGen Security providing security on board the first ship. Wheatley's mercenaries served as reinforcements and a deterrent force, ready to be deployed if ever some Central American pirates or agents from rival corporations proved to be a little too audacious.

Juan Baró being still at Site D, Horatio Bingham was acting as interim head keeper aboard the Arcadia and before taking some rest after this interminable, and to say the least hectic day, he and Brice wanted to check if the animals were all fine. Alexander Singer accompanied them and being the only DPG member who ended up on board contrary to what had been planned, he felt very lonely, especially since the other passengers did not particularly appreciate him, so much that he had trouble in finding a cabin. During their turn, Horatio, Brice, Alexander and those with them were surprised to find a dead Gavilanes in the container of one of the stegosaurs. The remains of the unfortunate thug were retrieved later to be then, on Torres' order, thrown overboard.

As for Edward Torres and Alistair Iger, they had remained at the port facility, with the former relying on one of his subordinates, George Lambert, to be his eyes, ears and voice within the fleet during the trip. The director of the security division and the public relations manager were going to fly back to the United States within the week and while Claire, Owen and Franklin were returning to Site D, Torres thought of a plan to stop them. It was time to call his contacts within the Costa Rican authorities.