The first hooting cry was low, answered by three more that came from outside. Owen could just barely make out the shape of the dinosaur in the lobby's light. The light hit its eyes just right, giving them an eerie green glow as it chirped and hooted to other dilophosaurs close by.

"You said something 'bout a garage?" Owen asked.

"Uhh… yeah."

"Any way to get to it without going into the lobby?"

"I… I uhh…"

"Yeah. Kitchen door, through there," came the answer. Gray, the younger of the two, was clearly panicking, though his tone indicated that he was not at all afraid. Owen could smell it coming off in waves though. Though that wasn't what had the attention of the raptor-trainer. Rather, it was the door he was pointing at. The dense foliage

"Alright… okay." Owen grabbed Gray's shoulder and gestured with his head toward the door to the old kitchen, both boys quickly leaving behind the opening to the rotunda. Yet, as one of them stepped across a root, his foot apparently stepped on a compy that yiped in surprised panic and pain.

Owen's blood froze as he heard a rattling hiss from the dilophosaur. Quickly gesturing for them to move, he followed them into the old, rotted kitchen. The boys led the way as Owen kept his gun trained on the open doorway. He could see one of the animals outside the door, looking around and snuffling at the air. The animal gave a low, wet-sounding hiss before it stood up as tall as it could and gave a few deeper sniffs of the air; he'd never seen a Dilophosaurus stand tall, and its size of well over 7 feet gave it a terrifying stature. But then something seemed to grab its attention. In the midst of its deeper sniffing of the air, Owen could see its head turn in the direction of the kitchen door. It knew where they'd gone.

Owen finally left the doorway out of his sight as he watched the animal slowly start stepping closer, and followed the two boys down a nearly-overgrown stairwell and toward an underground corridor; it was likely a maintenance tunnel. Underneath the visitors' center, it wasn't as rotted as it would've otherwise been. There was dust and dirt, cracks across the wall, but it seemed stable enough. In the dim light of a lit match, Owen saw that Gray seemed to know his way quickly enough.

However, the hooting cries that echoed back through the tunnel told Owen that they needed to go faster, especially as they came closer toward a lit area. Stepping into the light, he could see an open garage, vines and greenery descending from the roof. It wasn't in too bad of shape, all of the weather and age considered. Two jeeps from the original park were stationed there, and were it not for the near-30 years of age, they looked like they would've been able to run just fine with a new battery and some gas. Owen could hear the hooting following them down the tunnel, closer and closer now. It wasn't at a fast pace, more a curious one.

But before he could say anything, he saw another head poke out from the underbrush outside, giving a curious chirp. The two-crested head tilted itself to the side, smaller than its compatriots that had been upstairs. That was four. Three inside, one out. Training his sights on the animal, it curiously hooted to him, clicking out a croon as it kept its eyes focused on him; he knew that dilophosaurus didn't have keen binocular vision like most later theropods; it was likely trying to assess what exactly he was.

"Kids… get behind me, and don't look toward it," Owen instructed. Both kids did exactly as he said, already scrambling to move behind him and focusing toward the doorway. He'd have preferred if they did it slowly, especially as the juvenile's head tilted to the side. But in the moment, he forgot. Then there was another watery, rattling hiss from the tunnel. One of the other dilophosaurs, the big one that had followed them, now stepped into the room to look at Owen and give a much louder hiss. He knew that they were cornered now. The dinosaur from the brush was now at the entrance of the garage, cocking its head between the bigger animal and its obvious prey.

The smell of old meat on their breath was strong. The bigger of the two already had frills out, eying up Owen as it gave a rattling hiss that chilled him and extended its neck frills. It was do or die now. Owen quickly took aim at the bigger dilophosaur, and as he spun around, his vision went black! His sunglasses had been spat on! If he weren't wearing them, he'd have been blinded! Owen took a shot, hearing the sound echoing off the garage wall as the bigger animal cried out in alarm; he could hear the smaller of the pair now running off, but the bigger one was still giving off its loud, rattling hiss.

He then felt the animal jump into him, shoving him to the ground. He fired another shot blindly, aiming forward and hoping that the animal's second cry of alarm was pain. Clearly it was, as the sound of heavy footsteps left the garage, leaving the panting raptor-trainer now to discard his spat on sunglasses and attempt to wipe away the now-tingling, foamy spit from his eyebrows. Alarmed hoots sounded from the tunnel, meaning the other two animals were still out there. Chambering another round, Owen took a moment, coughing just slightly as he felt his raise back into his throat.

"Holy shit, man!" the older one called out. "That thing spit on you!"

"We need to move!" Owen pointed out. Taking a moment to ensure the outside was clear, he took out his walkie again, trying to get in touch with Claire. "Claire, we're running up to you! Have those car doors open!"

And then they were off. Owen led the way, with Gray in the center and his brother behind him. They circled around toward another garage just to the side of the visitors' center. This one was in rougher shape, with a collapsed thatch roof and crumbling, concrete exterior that reminded him of the center. This must've been the safari tour garage. At least it offered a view of both the back area of the visitor's center, including the employee garage, and a view of the front of the building.

From any angle, it was practically indecipherable from the jungles surrounding it. It had been a miracle that they had all managed to find it from the direction they came. The only open area seemed to be the patch of tall grass, likely where a small pond had been. The hoots were more distant now, but they weren't gone. Alarming trills told him that the big animal was either in pain, or it was calling the rest of the pack.

"Alright… you see that open field there? The one with the tall grass? That's our next position. It's not the best, but it'll give us an open view."

"I don't think that's a good idea," the older one said.

"You're right. It isn't. But it's less of a good idea to have enclosed space with them anyways. They don't have binocular vision like other theropods," Owen explained. It didn't put the older one at ease, and the obvious scents of fear washed over them from him. It was like taking a bath in ginger with how pungent it was.

"Alright… on three. One… two… three, go!" The trio then quickly ran over toward the open field. Owen kept his eyes on the forests to the left of the old visitors' center. As soon as he saw movement and the telltale crest of the bigger of the animals, Owen forced both boys down to the ground. Thankfully they were right next to the tall grass nearby, easily concealing them from the dilophosaur that ran over to a tree.

Owen could see its breath was labored, but he couldn't tell if the animal had taken a bullet. Given that it was still upright, if it did, it was likely a grazing shot. Giving its head a shake, it gave a few chirping sounds toward the visitors' center before hissing and running off past them toward the other garage. Owen couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing that it was hissing like that, but he could tell that it was either leaving, or staying close by the visitors' center. Sighing, the trainer stood up, dusting himself and both boys off before he gestured to the direction of the dead ankylosaur. Both nodded, though with obvious apprehension at going in the direction that they'd been attacked in.


"You boys alright?" he finally asked as they padded away from the dilapidated remains of Jurassic Park. The older one shrugged, his gaze every so often looking behind them in case one of the dilophosaurs had decided to double back.

"I guess," he finally responded. Gray gave a curt nod to Owen as they trekked past a few downed trees.

"Good, good. You both did really well back there. Smart jumping into the falls," Owen complimented. He had to give them praise for that. Sure, it was a means to keep both of them preoccupied as they made the long walk back toward the car, but it was also legitimately impressive and quick thinking.

"Thanks," the older one said dismissively. "Lost my phone though…"

"Wouldn't have done any good. We found the gyrosphere and your phone on the ground back over by the gyrosphere," he stated simply. "I know you're 'Gray', but what about you?"

"Zack… uhh… Mitchell. Why do you ask?"

"Helps us get you back to your parents sooner."

"Oh… uhh… we're actually with our grandma," Zack explained.

"Mom's side," Gray clarified. "Young." Owen nodded. The last names would certainly help.

"So… enjoy your Jurassic experience?" he asked further, hoping to keep the topic light.

"Well… I suppose. This was just our first day," Zack said.

"Probably your last for a while," Owen muttered.

"What? What do you mean?" the younger brother asked. The acrid tinge didn't help all that much in keeping Owen's composure; given the scent of bitterness corresponded to fear, he had a feeling that the acrid, almost bleach or burning scent was something akin to anger. He'd smelled it off Claire in their earlier confrontation.

"Well… you guys technically broke park rules," he tried to explain calmly. "You went into a restricted section, you didn't listen to the return call in the gyrosphere, and you got one of our rangers killed." It was a harsh statement there, but a firmly true one.

"Hey, whoa! We had nothing to do with the dilo-whatsits!" Zack exclaimed.

"No, I don't think you did. Point is that you were still in a restricted section with a containment breach."

"Containment breach?" Gray asked. "Wait… so… that big white one? Was it supposed to be there?" Owen realized that he screwed up. Technically, he was under non-disclosure agreement. What happened at Jurassic World, stayed at Jurassic World. And he just broke that rule by pointing out a massive containment breach. It was one thing for the ones that they saw. But the Indominus wasn't even supposed to be publicly displayed yet.

"That's not your concern. Your concern should be getting… back… safely."

The smell of smoke, fire and oil had been strong after they'd come up the waterfall. Much stronger to Owen, but it was clear that both of the kids smelled it at that moment as well. At least, he thought they did. The bitter scent of fear spiked. Something was wrong. Unshouldering his rifle, Owen realized that his initial thought that Claire had forgotten to switch channels back after telling the Control Room about what was happening wasn't so sound. How long had it been since he talked to her? 30 minutes? 45 minutes? He didn't know.

But how long it had taken made him even more concerned when he saw the sight before him. The car was burning in a heap off to the side of the gyrosphere, thick plumes of smoke covering much of it. It'd been flipped over, almost entirely, but that wasn't what concerned him. Looking around, he could see giant, three-toed footprints. His heart stopped at the relatively fresh smell of decay, and the fading smell of Claire's perfume.

The sinking realization that she'd been taken by the Indominus Rex was only made clearer at the bloody remains slathered against a nearby tree. What scared him more beyond the fact that he recognized the coppery, tangy scent of blood was that… it made his stomach growl again. It was just like with the ankylosaurus.

"Umm… mister?" Owen turned back to see the terrified faces of the two youths, his expression faltering as he realized just how close to death they really were. Pulling his walkie from his hip, Owen quickly switched through channels back to Control.

"Control, it's Owen," he started slowly.

"Control here."

"I need you to send a ranger to pick us up now. Car's totaled and Claire's dead," he explained. There was silence on the line for a few brief moments before the voice came back through.

"Get in touch with Hoskins. Channel four."

"Got it." Owen sighed as he switched over to the designated channel line.

"Vic, you there?" The silent, crackling hiss of radio static was his answer.

"Vic?!" Owen's feelings of terror were extreme. He could smell it all around. Acrid, burning oil and gas, blood, fear! It was all so overwhelming! It made him almost dizzy. Claire was gone, there was no one else to get in contact with besides Control, and apparently only Vic was in charge of the rangers right now.

"We have to head back down," he pointed out to both kids.

"What?!" Zack incredulously asked. "You mean…"

"Unless we want to walk, we're stuck without any real way back…" Owen's voice trailed off. A new smell took his attention. Old, rotten meat… and he could feel it. The telltale thudding, rumbling of a large footstep. They were out of their depth, and now they were the prey to a much more dangerous predator than dilophosaurus.


White One had been dealt with thoroughly. This One had been rather pleased with how she realized in her final moments just how much she hated her. The small thing didn't deserve to be eaten like Fat. She deserved nothing but the cold and tight embrace of death, and then to be buried in the ground where she belonged. Justice had been served.

This One knew that White One was responsible for what she had gone through. She was more than responsible, she was the cause of her problems. She made her stay in a cramped nest for longer than she should've. She was the reason for all the pokes and prods. It had to be. Her false skin was the same color as the false skins of the small things that poked her and prodded her when she was smaller.

But now she was gone. This One was free of her tormenter. But it didn't satisfy anything. Sure, it was pleasing to feel White One's bones crunch under her grip, and to see the life fade from her… but there was no deep satisfaction like she'd been hoping for. Instead, she was left feeling… empty. Without something to pour her hurt into, what did This One have?

She had nothing… no one… not for a long time, and never again it seemed. But that's when she caught the scent of something close by. It was a familiar smell, like the jungle around her… but… deeper. It reminded her of herself. Realization flashed into her brain, and she chittered it out: Small Hunter.

He was here?! With White One?! Where had he been?! Such a curious small thing. This One had found herself giddy with excitement. Finally, there was someone else that had her sense of territory… but why was he here? And then the angering, bitter realization hit her.

She had to remember. Small Hunter wasn't like her. He was a small thing… he helped other small things. He ran and hid from her. He respected her as a larger predator. Her nostrils flared and her eyes sharpened. Tinges of color showed her the ambient heat of the jungle around. She wasn't stupid. He was here. And while he was in her territory, he was prey


Owen could hear the snuffle from the chittering Indominus. It's searching for them, he thought to himself. He knew that they could only get away with hiding from the hybrid for so long before it found them. Making a few motions with his hands, Owen told both kids as best as he could that they were going to need to move.

Zach gave a stern, short nod. Gray seemed terrified beyond measure. The bitter scent was pungent, but so was the growing acrid, bleach–like stench of the Indominus' anger. She was frustrated! Something clearly had set the Indominus off. Perhaps it was the invasion of her territory. It made the most sense that something like it would be as territorial as she was. She killed her sibling. She likely just wanted to be left alone.

Owen's hand went up. 3… 2… 1… go! The pair ran, and Owen stepped out into the open, aiming his rifle at the Indominus' side.

Bang! The first shot rang out loud across the trees, and he saw the thick hide of the animal ripple. She seemed taken aback, warbling out something. What scared him more was that he could understand it, and the look in her eye.

Why? Owen chambered another round. That was shot 4! The Indominus' skin rippled again, and it roared out in abject fury. In the moment, Owen realized his mistake and make a break for it through the thicker foliage. He had to get its attention, keep it from getting to the kids!


The first smack against her hide stung. It was startling, and This One found herself confused as Small Hunter stepped into view. Her attention was focused on him as she gave him a look. Why did he do that?! She thought he was respectable! She thought he was —

Bang! The loud stick in his paws gave her another jolt to the side, this one against a sensitive nerve. She would not tolerate such, even from someone like Small Hunter. It just confirmed her suspicions. He was here for the small things that had escaped her. Well, if he wanted to play the game like that, she would oblige.

She gave chase, ramming through the heavier, sturdier trees. It was hard to keep track of him through the brush. But she knew she was right on him. Practically on top of him! And then he darted around one of the trees. She attempted to follow, only to see him wheel around behind her and run off.

Clever! Small Hunter was clever like her too! It only made her more furious as she realize that she'd been tricked, put in a small area that made it hard for her to maneuver while he could zip around and leave her. But she had the element he didn't: strength.

Using her weight and her strength, she began to push over one of the trees that she was against with her claws, the snapping and cracking bark echoing through the jungle with her furious roar.


Owen's entire body was on fire now! He knew he still wasn't entirely well, but now his body was telling him that he was pushing himself too hard as he ran. The sound of a felling tree and a furious roar behind him only pushed him on further though.

He had to go faster! He had to keep going! Find the kids! But with the footsteps of the Indominus fast–approaching, Owen's entire strategy changed on a dime. The kids were fine. They were running back toward the visitors' center. They'd be there for him when he got there. Turning around, Owen chambered round 5 into his gun.

Bang! As soon as the Indominus' head came into view from the trees, he took a shot right at her head. The bullet didn't penetrate, but it hit her square in the snout! The hybrid yiped and reared back with a furious roar. The shot had hurt her as intended, and chambering round 6, his last one for the moment, Owen took to running back over toward the waterfall.

Every bone and muscle in his body was on fire! He hurt everywhere, and every shot of his gun had made his shoulder all the more sore! If he didn't time everything right, he'd be food for InGen's monster!


Her snout hurt now, just like with the small things at the river! The loud stick in Small Hunter's hand was powerful indeed. It didn't break her hide, but it certainly hurt her nose. Seeing only red in that moment, This One tore out from the trees. It was the waterfall. She wouldn't fall for this trick this time. The small things that were there. Small Hunter and White One had been there for them.

Well, now she knew where they were going. She could see the warmer pawprints in tinges of dark green and blue against the jungle floor. She began to follow, roaring out her disdain as she caught Small Hunter's scent on her nostrils again. She did not want to deal with the loud stick in his hands, so she tried to ignore him.

That was when the loud bang came. It hit on the underside of her thigh, and this one hurt even more! She felt something break in her leg, and the Indominus screeched out in abject agony as she toppled to the forest floor.


Owen couldn't believe that had worked! He knew she'd be too focused on the footprints and would have tried to ignore him this time! Shot 6 rang true, and hit her square in the thigh! The softer underbelly of the animal provided a spot where the bullet hit. It wouldn't do much, even as she toppled over to the ground. But it'd give him a head start in getting to the kids. Running past the moaning animal, Owen's legs were already starting to give out.

He could see the patch of tall grass, the barest outlines of the crumbling façade of the old visitors' center, and he could see both the kids. They were out of breath, desperately trying to pull the ATV from against the tree.

"C'mon Gray, pull!"

"I'm trying!" the younger one whined. Owen was glad that they'd made it, but now they were almost out of time. He could hear the Indominus well past the foliage roaring as she struggled to stand to her feet.

"Here, lemme help!" Owen breathlessly said. He began to help, the ATV eventually pulling free from the side of the tree. Thankfully, the vehicle wasn't too damaged. The driver's side door was crumbled. If anything, he expected worse. The fact it was in this good of condition made the idea of being able to escape all the better. Thankfully the key was still in it as well! Jumping in, he gestured for both kids to follow in.

"C'mon, both of you! Up–up–up!" Owen ordered. He could already feel the thundering steps as he tried to turn over the ATV. When it finally came to life, the Indominus was already charging at them, and he made a break for the open patch of grass and the former pond!

Both kids were screaming, the Indominus was giving chase! Even when clearly limping in injury, the dinosaur was still giving chase! Normally, such an animal would have gone to nurse its wounds! What kind of monster chose to follow through on its attempts at killing him?!

"You gotta go faster!" Zack yelled.

"I'm trying!" Owen barked back. Gray was now in the midst of pressing back, looking as the Indominus limped after them. Owen could see the gate up ahead! It was about 500 feet, and closing fast!

Switching the channels back to Control on his walkie, Owen tried to get their attention.

"Control! We need Old Park Gate open, now!" The Indominus' screeching roar told him to stop running! It was a commanding roar, a demand for them to be easy prey! Why would it demand such a thing?! Surely it wouldn't care! 300 feet now.

"Mister?!" Gray warily said as they got closer. 200 feet! He could see the doors opening!

"Control, open that gate up now!" he screamed in a panic; 100 feet!

It was open, but not enough! Swerving to the open side of it, the ATV sputtered as it struggled to push past the Indominus' gaining speed! 50 feet; 20 feet! 10 feet!

It was just barely enough, the loud metallic scraping of the vehicle and the jolt of everyone forward telling him that he'd just barely made it through as the ranger cart sped off. He could hear the gate be torn back quickly, just like at the paddock, and she still followed.


This One was furious. These small things hurt her, tormented her, annoyed her, invaded her territory! And they had the gall to run when they realized that they couldn't fight back! How dare them! She continued to give chase through the tall walls. She would follow Small Hunter and his band of small things to the ends of the world if it meant that she'd be able to finally live in peace!

"Go faster, man!"

"Look out!" The Indominus looked up from her chase, understanding the call of alarm as the small metal box swerved quickly to avoid one of the downed long necks. They moved quickly, speeding along the now open plains as This One clambered past the toppled dinosaur.

She pushed herself further along, ready to keep up the pace. Rushing up with heavy breaths beside the metal box, the small things next to Small Hunter screamed in alarm as she nudged it with her head, trying to make it swerve off course. Small Hunter showed how clever he was again by suddenly slowing down and veering off to the left, behind her and away.

This One gave a fierce and determined snarl, her fury still knowing no bounds as she turned around to once again attempt to give chase. But they were gone… far gone; she could see that they were a mere blip over the hillcrest. To catch up would mean expending too much energy. She desperately wanted to catch Small Hunter, make him pay for invading her territory, but she was already too exhausted. Her thigh hurt from where the loud stick had hit. She broke off, panting heavily and roaring her displeasure for Small Hunter's survival to the wind.

Beginning to hobble back over toward the downed long neck, she knew that she would need to eat to recover. Even if the long neck wasn't particularly fresh, it would do. At least for now.


As soon as the elevator door opened, Ed Regis stepped forward to greet the security guard with an InGen badge.

"InGen," he drolly replied. He could see the control center was abuzz with activity. There were multiple people all shouting various things to each other, with the closest group being the primary commanding technicians. Ed didn't particularly know what was going on in the situation, but he knew who to approach as his men began to set up shop.

"Excuse me! Who are you?" One of the technicians asked. The casual wearing of the Jurassic Park t-shirt annoyed Regis. But he wasn't here to engage with him.

"Simon," Ed greeted, tone cheery in spite of the uniformed men already pulling people out of their seats and beginning to set up.

"Ed? What is going on?"

"Mister Masrani, I can assure you that InGen Security Division has the situation under control. Vic Hoskins sent for us. We're here to get an idea of what's going on with the situation, and what we can do now to prevent further casualties. InGen Security teams are already setting up on the east side."

"I didn't authorize this!"

"Mister Masrani… with all due respect… we were given a breakdown of the situation with what is going on. Where's the senior manager?"

"That… would be me for the moment," Masrani stated, his tone now more blunt. Ed looked over his boss with a few critical glances before nodding.

"I see… w–what about anyone else?"

"Our senior assets manager is with one of our animal tamers to get a pair of guests out of the park." Simon seemed… tight–lipped. He wasn't really sure what to do, but it was clear that something had happened.

"Mister Masrani, Vic Hoskins sent me here to take over operations for the neutralization of the asset and the assurance that Phase Two would not need to come to pass. This Control Center staff is, currently, relieved of duty."

"I decide when they are relieved, Mister Regis. As much as I understand the severity of the situation, we have had people here with more knowledge of the ongoing development with our Code Nineteen. Your men will need to wait until I give the order."

"Control, it's Owen." The radio chatter from one of the chief technicians' stations picked up.

"This is Control," she answered. The reply gave Simon pause.

"I need you to send a ranger to pick us up now. Car's totaled and Claire's dead." The room went silent at that. Ed knew Claire. She was always stuck up and by the books. Her death, as the senior manager on staff, meant that now there was no one else. Ed went up to the station, clearing his throat to the woman sitting in utter shock.

"Tell him to get in touch with Hoskins. He's on Channel four." The woman nodded, giving a shaky order to get in touch with the head of the division. His gaze then shifted back to Simon. Masrani seemed lost… this was not the first casualty, and both Ed and Hoskins knew that the situation was only going to destabilize further.

"Mister Masrani… your senior manager on staff is dead… I think that this constitutes a relief of duty for this command staff." Simon looked in Ed's direction, bewildered that he even said something like that. Ed felt guilty at the callousness in his tone, but it was necessary to bring the normally happy go–lucky man from his shocked stupor.

"W–what?"

"Mister… Regis? With all due respect, I must say I disagree," a voice called over from the back end of the control room. From the shadows stepped another suit. This one he didn't recognize.

"And you are?"

"Douglass Francis. I'm with the InGen legal department. I was dispatched here on Sunday to ascertain the park's safety in congruence with both Masrani Global and InGen Security Division guidelines." Ed could safely say he knew of no one from the legal department by that name. Given his role, it was quite important for him to note. The man didn't look familiar, and he didn't remember anyone from there.

"Right… I'm going to need to see your ID badge."

"I left it at the hotel. I'd been with Miss Dearing all week." Ed's eyes squinted. Something wasn't adding up. But before he could get another word in, Simon seemed to shake from his stupor.

"Mister Francis is right… Claire is gone, but I do not see reason to escalate any further with removal of her staff from the Control Room at such a critical juncture." Ed wished to protest, but it seemed that Masrani's word was final. He couldn't simply give Vic the go–ahead to set up. Giving a shrill whistle, the men from InGen stopped what they were doing, looking to Ed as he looked over to the CEO incredulously.

"Your park, your rules. What's the plan?"

"Firstly, while your men aren't setting up just yet, I am putting you in charge of this operation. Get the rangers over to Mister Grady's location; the staff will tell you everything that you need to know about the updating situation." Regis gave a thumbs up to the CEO, turning back to address the Control Center with as much of a straight face as he could in the face of such tragedy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you heard the big man. Back to your posts, and back to work! We get Mister Grady out of whatever hell he got himself and Miss Dearing in! Phase Two: Real World will commence in T-minus three hours." Immediately, the room began to buzz to life again, with the chief technician he'd intervened with calling up asset containment to let them know that Phase Two was coming into effect in three hours; mainland boats would hopefully arrive to start taking people from the park and get them to safety. The lawyer, Francis, had slipped back away, already leaving the control room before Regis could get another word with him. Ed didn't like it… something was up with him.