Today wasn't a good start. Owen's body seemed to ache and creak as he had gotten himself out of bed, and his eyes… they looked terrible when he went to the mirror. The red irritation looked so much worse now, and his pupils. He couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light at the bungalow, or if they were actually misshapen, but there was no questioning that he was seeing something that didn't look right in the dim light.

What was more, checking his bite marks on his shoulder, he could see that the scabs looked off as well… almost overly bumpy and ridged. It had been an issue he'd been noticing the past few days, but one that Dr. Monroe didn't seem overly concerned about it. They looked like scabs… but this time… they felt less like scabs and more like leathery skin. It was hard to determine, but he had a bad feeling about the bite he'd received. His shoulder seemed tender, too, in spite of being fine the past few days. He needed to go to the Mainland, and the only way he was doing it was if he went through with what was asked of him yesterday.

He didn't really want to. He wanted to postpone it to the next day and just sleep away these aches and pains. But Owen knew that tomorrow it would just be the same, if not worse. Hissing in discomfort as he hobbled to the kitchen, the man set to setting himself something to eat. More ham, and more water… truly, it was a breakfast of champions. While his stomach had stopped churning over the week and he was able to properly eat, the fact it was only raw deli meats that made him equally as perturbed. He'd eaten all his microwave bacon yesterday morning, and his stomach didn't so much as protest against the gorging; and he was now doing the same with a bag of deli ham!

Putting on a shirt and his sunglasses, Owen stepped out into the muggy Isla Nublar air. Today was definitely more humid than most; he'd thought he'd heard rain last night, and it showed with the wet squelch of his boots in the mud as he started the drive over to the raptor paddock. The radio crackled as Barry came on the line.

"Owen? Hoskins is here, the lawyer too. They're wanting to see you?" He could just barely hear it over the roar of his motorcycle's engine. He wished he could answer Barry there and tell him he knew what was happening. Knowing Hoskins, the man was harassing Barry over Owen's lack of being there. As he came across the bridge and approached the control tent, he could see a helicopter close by, the control tent blowing in the wind from it as he waited patiently for Hoskins to come and greet him. Much to his pleasant surprise, however, it was Doug that came up to greet him.

"Owen!" he called out over the sound of the helicopter. "Where've you been?"

"Eating breakfast!" the trainer answered. Hoskins quickly made his way over, offering a hand to Owen to shake. Though he didn't take it, it was mostly due to him shielding dust from his irritable eyes.

"Is there… any reason for the helicopter?" the trainer asked.

"Thought it'd be quicker than a drive up there! Dearing's meeting us there!"

"Any way you can turn down the rotors? I need to talk to Barry!" It was also likely that the raptors were agitated by all the extra noise. Helicopters weren't meant to land around here. Vic quickly pulled a walkie, practically yelling into it to the pilot before the rotors began to slow down. Now that Owen could actually hear again, he could very easily hear the indignant screeches, snarls and chuffs from the raptors already. Heading on over toward the paddock, he saw the Frenchman already barking orders to everyone.

"Owen! The hell's going on?!" Barry finally replied after calling out to one of the ACU troopers on top of the wall, wanting weapons trained on the raptors at this point. Owen rubbed the back of his neck, hissing lightly as his elbow popped.

"I'm going to help Claire with something today. After that, I'm extending my leave. I gotta get off the island, man." Barry nodded, not saying a word as Owen made clear what was to happen.

"While you're in charge, make sure Hoskins doesn't try snooping around, or demanding things from you. I'd rather not have him replace me while I'm gone. That means say 'no' to him asking for field tests." After Barry gave a sound nod, only punctuated by the sound of a very, very angry Blue, the trainer started heading back over to Vic and Doug, both of whom were now waiting at the helicopter, doors open.

"Alright… let's do this," Owen grunted, stepping into the back first. Unfortunately, he was stuck with Vic to his immediate left, with the lawyer at the far side. He'd have much preferred the other way around.

"Alright. We're good," Vic confirmed to the pilot. Slowly, the helicopter began to ascend before heading on over to the west. Owen could've sworn he saw his girls practically leaping at the metal railing over their enclosure as they began their trip. Douglass was, clearly, not used to flying. Neither was Owen, but he could see the man gripping his seat with practically chalk-white knuckles. He was almost thrown off by how pungent the lawyer's cologne was. But what threw Owen off more, however, was starker scent of body odor on the man next to him. Had Vic not showered? Christ.

"Alright… Vic, you know more than I do," Owen started, trying to break the ice and to hopefully keep his breakfast down. "What exactly are we looking at here?"

"We're looking at its holding pen. Construction is just wrapping up on the last bits of the enclosure to keep the animal in. This thing's big. Like, really big." Owen rolled his eyes at Hoskins' simplistic description. "Dearing'll give you more of a rundown on what the eggheads cooked up in that lab, but you should know at least two things. One, there were two of them at one point, but the one you see ate its brother."

"Sister," the lawyer corrected. "They're all girls." Vic stopped dead in his tracks at that, looking over to Douglass before he turned back to Owen. The raptor trainer had a hard expression on his face. The fact it ate its sibling already told of antisocial behavior. That alone would make keeping the animal contained extraordinarily difficult in a public enclosure.

"Anyways, it ate its sister," Vic practically spat, "And, most recently, it tried to break the glass on its observatory window."

"Yup… Claire told me about that. Was the thing that made me do this in the first place." Owen wanted to rub at his irritated eyes, but instead chose to look out the window toward the beautiful landscape. He could see apatosaurs and what looked like galimimus down below, with the aviary just a little further afield. Vic kept on going on like nothing had happened.

"From what I understand, glass was replaced. ACU's happy with it, I'm just there to give it a green light with you."

"What about Doug?"

"The lawyer's here to go over finalizations with Dearing," Vic said, acting like said lawyer was not staring over to him with his cold gaze. "If he's not happy, InGen's not happy, and if InGen's not happy, we delay this thing by a few more months." For Owen, he would've gladly delayed it more. Antisocial animals never were easy to take care of. The Spinosaurus that was on Isla Sorna was initially slated to come over to Jurassic World, but it proved tenaciously antisocial and maliciously spiteful toward humans. It was a miracle that the capture teams had gotten back alive.

Then Owen saw it. It looked… tiny, similar to the interior volume of the raptor paddock, but with taller walls. He couldn't see whatever it was through the dense foliage, but he could see Claire's Mercedes parked nearby. The entire section was on a particularly secluded little area of the island, just past the perimeter fences. As soon as the helicopter landed and the propellers started to cease their rotation, everyone was quick to step out to meet.

"Mister Francis, Mister Hoskins, M–Owen," Claire politely greeted. Owen's brow raised a smidge at how she almost referred to him as Mister Grady again, but at least she had learned to refer to him by his actual name. "I'm happy that you could all make it here on such short notice.

"I'm not too happy 'bout it. This is cutting into my vacation time," Owen practically blurted, walking past the pair of men to practically get up in Claire's face. "I'm doing this for the animal." Claire's expression remained doll-like, practically immoveable as he let himself finally look away from her to start inspecting the paddock's outside.

"We've been prebooking tickets for months. The park needs a new attraction every few years to reinvigorate the public's interest, kinda like the space program. Corporate felt that genetic modification would up the 'wow factor'." Claire began explaining as she guided Owen and Hoskins up toward the paddock observatory. Construction had, temporarily, been halted for the inspection, with Douglass already taking a look around the paddock's walls and gates with the construction manager. Owen had this constant look of disinterest, though Vic seemed particularly enthused at getting to see the asset. She could work with this.

"They're dinosaurs, 'wow' enough," Owen replied sharply. Claire could only refrain from saying anything to the raptor trainer that would be off-color, least of all around the head of InGen Security.

"Not according to our focus groups," she tried to explain; she doubted Owen cared about focus groups, but maybe Hoskins would. "The Indominus Rex will —"

"The Indominus Rex…" she heard Owen snigger. Rolling her eyes, Claire stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at both men. She could see that Hoskins also found it amusing enough to give Owen a nudge on the shoulder.

"We needed something scary, and something easy to pronounce. You should try and hear a four-year-old say Archaeornithomimus." Vic only looked at Owen half-confused before he responded. It seemed that the two men shared a coherent thought as he responded.

"You should hear you try to say it." Owen lifted his head up with a shaking glance to Vic before Claire opened the door and ushered the pair inside. If she couldn't get them to shut up, she'd have to just push through it. Thankfully, the inspection hopefully wouldn't take long. Douglass would join them shortly if he was satisfied with the paddock's security. Walking up to one of the control panels, she was at least happy that Nick was there today to supervise the paddock. Though he was busy eating what looked like an éclair or maple bar.

"So… what's this thing made out of?" Owen asked, stepping up to the window. Thank god it had been fixed before either of them could've seen the broken glass. Expecting the question, she had an answer already lined up for Owen, something which she could confirm with Hoskins to ensure she was correct. She wasn't given everything by Dr. Wu, as the man jealously guarded his secrets, but he did give enough.

"The base genomes are T-Rex and Giganotosaurus, but Mister Hoskins, I believe, has more information on what is put into it for security reasons. Mister Hoskins, is there anything you would like to add?" Vic stood to attention at his name being called up before stepping forward.

"Claire's got the major bits down," he started. "What I got from Dearing and the labs is that it also has DNA from some —" It was then that Owen took out a crumpled notecard from his pocket to try and pronounce the names. Why Hoskins couldn't have told him on the trip over to save them some time, Owen wouldn't know. It irritated him about as much as the man's sense of hygiene. "— 'abeliosaurs', including Carnotaurus, Viavenator, Rugops, and… uhh… Pic-no-nee-mosaurus. Ther-iz-ino-saurus and Dino-suchus were also used, but I think the bit you'll be interested in is it having Velociraptor in it." Owen's head practically snapped in Hoskins' direction as he eyed the InGen department head with what looked to be confusion. "Is there… something wrong?"

"Yeah… a lot wrong with that!" Owen protested, tone low and dangerous as he looked up Vic like he was going to bite him! "I thought it was, like, only the big ones, maybe one or two! That's a lot of animals, and Velociraptor? What could we possibly have Velociraptor DNA in it for?"

"Is there something wrong, Mister Grady? Given your experience, I would think that —" Claire started, the man turning around to face her with what looked to be an intense degree of ire before interrupting.

"Velociraptors are highly intelligent and social animals. Your guys in the lab created something that has the traits of something antisocial and something social. No wonder she ate her sibling! They probably got into a spat about something, and she took it as a challenge!" Claire's lips pursed before she responded slowly, ready to explain that this wasn't her decision

"The lab gives us finished assets, and we show them to the public. Can we get a steer, please?" Owen's hand went up to the bridge of his nose, pinching it as Vic looked on while Nick radioed into the crane outside.

"Glass looks good. Did you replace all the glass or…"

"We replaced all of the glass. We are thickening the observatory glass at the asset's public enclosure as per your requests, Mister Hoskins." Owen was next to speak, asking a question about the animal itself.

"How long has the animal been in here?" In spite of his anger from earlier, Owen's demeanor had shifted back to a calm professionalism.

"All its life," Claire answered honestly.

"Has it seen anything outside of these walls?"

"We can't exactly walk it."

"And you feed it with that?" Owen gestured to the crane raising the carcass into the enclosure while Claire looked on, seeing if she could spot the familiar white scales. She knew that it was in here.

"Is there a problem?" the raptor trainer didn't even miss a beat as he beat her over the head with something blatantly obvious.

"Animals raised in isolation aren't always the most functional… and it seems like you already had problems with that."

"Your raptors were born in captivity," Claire tried to point out. Owen's gaze snapped to her, the ire in his eyes hidden by the sunglasses he wore as he walked over.

"They're siblings. They learn social skills. And I imprinted on them when they were born. There's trust. Like I showed you yesterday morning." Claire was about to respond before Vic got himself started, batting for the raptor trainer's corner.

"And even then, Miss Dearing, seemed like trust didn't spare Owen either."

"Yeah… but that's 'cause I was stupid and didn't keep my guard up on my right flank Vic." Owen then gestured over to the crane lowering the carcass into the dense foliage.

"The only positive relationship this animal has is with that crane. At least she knows that means food." Claire was in disbelief! Vic and Owen ganging up on her like this? It was unprecedented. It made her eyelid twitch ever so slightly as she walked toward the pair, sarcastically asking the questions in as serious a manner as possible if only to determine what their response would be.

"Soo… she needs a friend? Schedule playdates with the raptors, or Rexy? Or something like that?" Both of them replied practically in sync with each other.

"Probably not a good idea…"

"But you said that it's a social animal, Grady," Vic said, looking at him with intrigue. "Doesn't that mean that… y'know, should need someone to be around?"

"Given that she ate her sister… I don't think that she's as sociable as we'd like to think." The man's lips pursed more as they all looked into the jungle, now trying to find a trace of the animal. Claire would've thought that it'd have been hungry for breakfast.

"Where is it?" she asked, mostly to herself.

"Is it in the basement? Downstairs? Maybe it's in the rec room," Vic replied with all the snark he could muster. Owen gave a snigger again, crossing his arms as he tried to pick out white scales amidst the greenery. After a minute or so of nothing, Claire sighed as she went over to the console.

"It was here… I was just here earlier and saw it," she huffed, trying to figure out where it could've gone. Bringing up the thermal sensors, Claire's heart practically stopped as she saw the thermal readings come back on the screens. No thermal signatures detected. Nick was now more attentive, standing from his chair as he looked on. The door had opened by that point as Douglass was stepping in.

"Miss Dearing, after an inspection of the outside and the perimeter… I think you will… uhh… is there something wrong?"

"Oh… shit," came Vic's audible shock as he looked over to the right side window with Owen.

"That doesn't make any sense," the paddock supervisor said, stating the obvious. "These doors haven't opened in days. ACU tranqed her while we were replacing the glass. She was up this morning, I saw her Claire…" Nick's concern was palpable, the man practically finishing whatever he was stuffing his face with before going through the sensors again.

"Claire?" Douglass asked, but she didn't answer. There was so much running through her head, only for it to come to a crashing halt as Owen asked a simple question, laced with obvious concern.

"Were those clawmarks always there?" Everyone was now walking over to the window, curious to what he meant. When Claire saw it, her mouth dropped in utter horror; raking up the wall, there were very clear divots in the concrete, looking like it'd almost…

"Oh god!" Claire shuddered, "She has an implant in her back; I can track her from Control! Douglass, with me!" The lawyer practically skittered away with Claire as the realization started to dawn on them all.

Owen could feel the chill in the room after Claire had left. But instead of staying in the room like he had hoped people would, Hoskins was already making moves. How he got the job of head of InGen Security Division, he would never know.

"You," he gestured to the paddock supervisor. "Come with me. We're checking out those marks." The supervisor nodded and got up from his chair, following Vic to the door.

"Vic, the Hell are you doing?!" Owen protested, already walking toward him as the pair were already leaving the observatory. No response was given as Owen tried to hold Vic back, hand on his shoulder. "Vic! You're making a mistake!" Something wasn't adding up. She was there this morning, if what he heard Claire saying was accurate. But the man shrugged off the raptor trainer, heading down the stairs with the supervisor to the gate.

"Listen to me! Those marks… I don't think she's out of there! Just… hold on until Claire gets back, or talks to us, or something!"

"Grady, if that thing's out there, there's no need to worry. You saw those marks! She's already climbed out!"

"We don't know that yet!" Now they were at the gate, the supervisor punching in the code to open it. Owen hoped to god, at this point, that the Indominus was outside its paddock, roaming around the jungle somewhere. At least this place was outside the park's boundaries, technically.

Claire couldn't get reception yet. Why was cell service so bad out here?! Even with satphones, two-way radios worked better than them! The lawyer was deathly quiet now, having a look of panic on his face as he looked outside the windows. God, she hoped that she didn't run into the Indominus! Looking frantically between her phone and the dirt road, the park operations manager saw the bars start climbing before she frantically called for ACU first. They needed to be notified of what was out.

"Jurassic World Control, "

"This is Claire Dearing! We have a Class A asset potentially out of containment! Put your team on standby, this is not a drill!" The line went silent before the commander responded.

"Copy that Miss Dearing!" the commander responded. Hanging up, she began to dial for Control, waiting patiently as she expected the team to answer shortly. Looking around, she couldn't see any white scales. She hadn't been driving for that long, just enough into reception range now.

"Yeah, hello?" Lowery's voice made her thank her stars for hiring him. He was always quick on the phone and computers in case something went wrong.

"Lowery, get me coordinates on the Indominus!" she demanded.

"O-okay, yeah. Lemme, uhh… I-I'm doing it right now…" Lowery went quiet for a few seconds as he likely pulled up the Indominus' tracking implant. "What the Hell? She's in the cage." Claire's heart stopped again, the lump in her throat beginning to subside as she moved to confirm with the technician.

"No… that's impossible. I was just there."

"Claire, I'm telling you, she's in the cage." Then Lowery said something that made the park operations manager almost freeze up on a turn "W-wait a sec… why's the gate open? There're people in there…" Only one thought managed to break through the panic whirring through her head.

"Get them out of there… now!"

The gate opened only about halfway, Owen having managed to stop the gate in case it needed to be closed. Owen felt uneasy as he stepped into the paddock. Dried bones and the slab of meat nearby assaulted his senses. The smell wasn't terrible; after all, he'd gotten used to the smell of raw meat with working with his girls, but it was very present all through the paddock. The way that it just sat unclaimed left him concerned. He didn't feel like that the Indominus had left its paddock.

But Vic certainly didn't. He was traipsing into the lion's den, acting like he owned the place as he stared stupidly up at the marks on the wall. The paddock supervisor was at the door, waiting in case they needed to shut it.

"Those walls are forty feet high, Grady," Vic began, looking at the deep divots as Owen felt over them… they looked fresh, really fresh up close. "How could it have climbed out?" He pursed his lips in response, looking over to Vic.

"I don't think it did…" His point was confirmed as he heard the garbled sounds of the two-way on the supervisor's person go off. But that wasn't what got his attention. It was the sound of branches crackling behind them, and the panicked cry from the radio.

"S — cage! I — in — wi — you!"

Tap-tap-tap… she was smart… but This One was impatient. She didn't enjoy the waiting. She had hoped to lure in Fat. She was tired of smelling his sweet things. They tickled her nose in a way that she didn't like. But now… there were two others. The two that she had quietly watched from the brush, even as the dead meat had been dropped in.

One of them was like Fat… but his smell was different… he looked different. The fur on his face and his dully-colored second skin… it made her confused. But what enraged her was how he carried himself. This one, Dull Fat… she didn't like how he walked into her territory. It was atrociously disrespectful to her. He acted like he owned her territory. But the one that intrigued her most was the skinnier one. Something was off about his scent. He smelt of the jungle, but also somewhat like her. Or her kind, rather. There was something very off about that one. But she recognized the scent enough to place a name.

Small Hunter. That was what she would call him. He seemed more respectful, but still a trespasser. Her plan had worked. The marks she left. Fat had opened the tall wall. And now she had not one, not two, but three potential prey to make a meal out of, and a way out! She could finally see what the Small Things were doing that made so much noise!

Claire could barely here Vivian's panicked voice on the line as she drove toward Control. Lowery had pointed out that the coordinates placed the Indominus inside the paddock still… that was impossible! But what scared her more was that people were in there! She was halfway tempted to drive back, to get them out… but she wouldn't make it in time.

"Claire?!" Douglass demanded. "What's going on?!" His tone was harsh and sharp, terrified by the prospect that they had left their inspection team alone at Paddock 11.

"Paddock Eleven, this is Control! You need to evacuate the containment area immediately!" Silence before a second command, louder than the first, told Claire all she needed to know.

"It's in the cage! It's in there with you!"

"Close the door!"

"N-no! We can't just close the —"

"Do it now!"

"Somebody talk to me, what is happening?!" Claire cried out desperately over the sudden noise. She was losing control over the situation, she could hear the alarms blaring in Control now as they remotely tried to close the gate to Paddock 11 before her heart froze at the sound of rending metal over the speaker. Douglass looked beyond terrified now, and she couldn't help but immediately feel the same, sickening terror as she listened in on someone's final moments.

"Go!" Owen called out, immediately booking it to the door and grabbing Hoskins along the way. The telltale thudding of the dinosaur's footsteps behind them. His blood was pumping and his legs carried him and the InGen department head back outside the gate. By the time they had reached the door, it had already been halfway closed, Owen turning back to see the Indominus' head lower itself in a charge.

It was with a sickening crunch of metal and the sound of breaking concrete that Owen realized that she had pushed herself into ramming the gate. Shoving Hoskins back toward the observatory, he hoped the idiot would absolutely have the brainpower to find a spot away from him and away from the animal. He didn't have enough time to confirm as he tripped over himself, sunglasses falling to the ground. Hearing the door hydraulics struggling and the growls of the hybrid behind him, Owen rolled himself on under the nearby crane, twisting himself around to get as clear a look as he could. Owen's heart pounded in his throat now as she tore the door back, snarling in disdain for whatever was around while the paddock teams ran to hide.

The trainer could only see her clawed, heavy feet thudding into the Earth below. She seemed, for a moment, to only be taking everything in, looking around perhaps before she started making her way to another truck nearby. Owen quietly shifted if only to keep his gaze on the very Raptor-like feet as it circled around. He could hear the snuffling and sniffing of the theropod, knowing that it was now hunting them rather than trying to escape. Over by the other vehicle, he could see the paddock supervisor hiding around the front of the truck. He was too fat to hide under it, which wouldn't have likely helped him anyways.

He looked about ready to cry as the theropod circled around. He was pretty sure she could see him already as he kissed something in his hands: a crucifix more than likely. His suspicion was proven correct as the theropod swiped with its claws, lifting the truck off the ground for 3 seconds before it came crashing down. Through the remains of the windows, Owen could see as the man looked in his direction with utter hopelessness. He wasn't sure why the Indominus hadn't struck yet, before he saw something truly horrific.

The Indominus didn't reach down with its head to pick him up off the ground. It picked him up in those grasping claws. Owen could hear the supervisor's panicked screams before a bone-curdling crunch silenced him.

Realizing he had little time to act, the trainer twisted himself over, looking in a panic for the fuel line before pulling his knife from its sheathe and cutting it. He had to act fast, already feeling the thudding bring itself closer to the crane. He had to cover his scent as best as he could. Owen's life was absolutely at stake if he didn't. He could hear the rumbles and growling of the Indominus now, practically feet away from the crane as it hunted for him.

That's when he stood deathly still. He could now see the jaws, overcrowded teeth and lips covered in the blood of the man she just ate out of the corner of his eyes. Staying as still as possible after turning his head away, Owen couldn't help but think that the Indominus knew where he was as it sniffed for him.

A few snorts made the trainer close his eyes, preparing for the worst, holding his breath. When he felt the air shift around him from a hot, rotten breath, he was prepared to feel those claws grasp around him, eyes shut as tight as possible. Then, the Indominus made a louder rumble, as though satisfied before he started to hear the dinosaur's footsteps trod off.

Unclenching his eyes, the trainer could see the white scales trailing off toward the jungle, his breaths now shaky and uneven. Only when the footsteps were distant enough to not be felt, Owen relaxed, letting his head fall back onto the gravel below. All of his life had flashed through his head in those moments, and the thought of what he saw at the end: the paddock supervisor getting pulled up out of view, and the sickening crunch… Owen could feel his breakfast from this morning coming up, and he pulled himself out from under the crane to give himself a moment to hurl.

"Owen!" came a sharp bark from the observatory stairwell. He couldn't focus, his mind reeling from what just happened. The Indominus tricked them… it tricked them the same way that a velociraptor would… there was his meal on the ground… but… something else was off about it… was that blood? Was that blood from the Indominus? Or was it his? His body aches felt more intense now after the adrenaline had worn off.

"Grady! You alright man?" Hoskins moved to help the trainer, his body not wanting to cooperate in straightening itself back up.

"Y-yeah… yeah" Owen replied weakly, rubbing away the remnants of puke from his mouth.

"Good… I almost fell while that thing was escaping," Hoskins panted, trying to bring some levity. It didn't really work as Owen's thoughts returned to the Indominus.

"Yeah... sorry about that," Owen replied, his tone weak and sickly as he tried to think. What next? There was now an animal on the loose… a highly intelligent, brand new animal. He looked around now, seeing remaining workers pulling themselves out of cover. Seeing the helicopter pilot, Owen started marching his way over to him, Vic following close behind. Every step was practically agony for him.

"Holy shit!" the pilot repeated in his state of shock. "It… it… it ate him… tore him in half and ate him…"

"Hey, listen man. You need to take a deep breath, okay?" Owen tried to calm him, Vic already going to help pull someone else out of the way. "Claire went to Control, yeah? I need you to get me there." The pilot's lost expression finally focused, deep breaths already being taken by the man as he tried to ignore the blood on the ground while walking over to the aircraft.

Owen couldn't help but sympathize with his fear. There was an escaped, highly intelligent animal on the loose now on this island, one that had just killed a man. What was Claire thinking with making this thing?! But there was something else… Raptors were terrifying, and a T-Rex-sized Raptor was mortifying… but there was something in the way she had moved, in the way she had acted. It was oddly intelligent, perhaps even malicious.

"Vic, you're coming with me!" Owen called out. The InGen department head nodded and started making his way back over to the helicopter. Thank god that it'd been spared the Indominus' wrath. The pilot was already starting up the helicopter while Owen looked at the damage done: the truck was totaled, flipped on its top, and the door… the concrete around it was broken and chipped away, cracked all the way to the top, and the door was shoved violently into its open position, revealing the habitat within. Whatever the Indominus Rex was, it wasn't a dinosaur. InGen had created a monster for Jurassic World.