Owen kept looking back over his shoulder every so often as they drove across the plains. He almost thought that the Indominus was playing them, following them as it camouflaged through the trees. Everything was starting to ache again. His bones, his head, his stomach. This was the second time that the Indominus Rex had nearly caught him… and it clearly took its toll.

What wasn't helping was the scent of fear that clung so deeply to the kids in the back of the ATV that he was driving. It hurt his nose with how often the bitter, pungent scent was around now, making the headache that was coming on all the worse. He almost wanted to fall asleep, to just let the problems of the day wash away at this point.

But he couldn't. He had a job to do: getting these kids to safety. They were very lucky to be alive. After around 5 more minutes of driving, Owen stopped the ATV as it began to slow on its own, looking around to see where they were. He couldn't get a good bearing, but to the east, he could barely see through sore eyes a road or path. And next to it was the monorail track. Looking back from where they had been driving, he couldn't help but think that they were out in the open… way out in the open.

"Mister?" Gray asked, breaking the silence as Owen contemplated their next move. The trainer turned back, looking at the kid.

"Owen," he said simply. "Name's Owen… just… hold on… give me a moment…" Owen took a brief second to get out of the vehicle to get a look at the damage, and to give himself more space to reload his gun.

Thankfully, the side hadn't been too badly dented by either the door or the Indominus. But the acrid smell of electrical sparks insisted on making it clear that the ATV was likely cooked; it probably wouldn't make it too much further. Maybe he could get it to a fenceline. Both children were looking to him now, the older of the pair taking it more casually than Gray.

"What're we going to do?" he asked. Owen merely looked up as he slowly slipped bullet after bullet into the internal magazine of the weapon, hand shaking as he struggled to get a good grip on the brass casings.

"Well… we have two choices. We can wait for someone to pick us up, or we can try and find another way back out ourselves," he said, finishing the reloading before attempting to grab his walkie. But then his hand cramped. It wasn't a painful cramp, oddly enough, the muscles just… stopped working. The radio dropped to the ground, and Owen went immediately to his knees.

"Shit!"

"You shouldn't say that," Gray pointedly stated. Owen ignored the good–natured advice. He'd talk any way he wanted to, least of all while his head felt like it was becoming slush. After picking up the walkie, the raptor trainer cracked his neck, a painful sting worming its way through his body down to his feet.

"Alright," he sighed, switching the radio over to Channel 4. "Hoskins. You there?" The line was silent for a few seconds before a voice picked up.

"Hoskins, what's — sta —" Owen walked closer to the fence, hoping he'd be able to get some better reception.

"Vic, it's Owen. Get someone over to the Gyrosphere valley, near the cruise. Follow the monorail, near the mountain," The static hiss of the radio was the only response he got. "Hoskins?!" More hissing… he couldn't get to Hoskins.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Language," Gray replied simply. Owen looked up, his poor eyesight only catching the momentary grin before he looked over to the monorail… the monorail!

"Mister… uhh… Owen?" Zach offered.

"Just Owen."

"Right… uhh… what if we drive along this path?"

"We can't… I don't think the ATV'll get us back to the main park," Owen answered simply.

"Battery's fried?" Owen looked to Zach with a short nod. He was smart; smart would last out here.

"Look… way I see it, we have two options. We plop ourselves here, hope that a ranger or ACU finds us, or we try and walk. We could follow the path up that way." He pointed east, gesturing with his finger along the game trail toward the mountains. "I think there's an ACU station over there somewhere, and we'll be closer to someone we can get in touch with."

"Don't you know the radio frequency?" Gray asked. Smart kid. But the more time they waited, the less time they had to escape the Indominus. They weren't that far away from the dead apatosaurs.

"Look… I don't know about you… but I don't think I can do another round of trying to outrun her."

"What was it? Wasn't any dinosaur I'd ever seen." Owen contemplated the answer he was about to give to Gray. Everything was absolutely screwed for Masrani. The Indominus was already a public issue now.

"That's because it isn't," he answered, trying his best to play it off in spite of the bitter scent that swirled around Gray now. He then gestured for both of the children to jump out and follow him.

"How long 'till we get there?" Owen did some quick thinking in his sloshing head… but he couldn't get a good answer.

"I dunno… but I'd suggest keeping up; maybe we'll get lucky and find some rangers to pick us up. If not, I'll see if we can't get a message out from an ACU station." Both kids were quick to dismiss the concerns, keeping pace with the trainer as he pushed himself through the pain… man… everything hurt… he really did push himself too hard in that chase. He didn't feel like it initially, thinking it was just sick pains… but everything was hurting, burning… and his hands felt weak and clammy against the receiver of his gun, and his shoulder ached deeply.

He hoped the Indominus wasn't an active, tracking hunter. It would make their job all the more difficult.


Blue paced nervously around their territory. Pack was weak… where was Stupid Alpha? Surely he'd be here. But no. It was just Dark One and Fat One. The presence of Fat One had put everyone on edge. Charlie was busy digging through the brush, trying to dig deep. Why dig? It helped soothe. Echo was avoiding everyone at this point… She was hiding somewhere, and Blue dared not disturb her. A fight with Echo was unneeded when Pack was so weak.

But Delta was angry. She didn't like Fat One. Blue knew this. Stupid Alpha knew this… so why was he back? At least he wasn't here to watch them. He seemed focused on something else. She couldn't hear all the chittering between Dark One and Fat One. But Blue was interested, curious to listen and to drown out the furious screeches of her pack mate.

"Alright… alright… I get it… but Owen's fine. He can take care of himself, right?!" Blue snorted. They were talking about Stupid Alpha. She knew that chitter meant Stupid Alpha. Stupid Alpha was Stupid Alpha though, not this Owen.

"Vic, you heard your man… Claire's dead. Owen could be too."

"And what if he's not? Look, we can't spare a whole lotta teams to go looking for him. He's got a car, he's got a radio. He can —" Something crackled and hissed on Fat One's side. Reaching with a paw, he grabbed at a small thing, listening to it. Blue then heard Stupid Alpha's voice. It was distant. It was broken, but she could make out his chitters. Immediately, Blue perked to listen, trying to get an idea of how the pack's Alpha was, where he was even.

"This is Hoskins, what's your status?" he chittered. Of course, there was little that she could gain from the hissing coming from the thing in Fat One's paw. Was Stupid Alpha trapped in the small thing? All the more reason to hate Fat One. Fat One took everything that she enjoyed. Why did he have to trap him inside the small thing in his paw? A growl began to tear itself from her throat as he eyed Fat One with all the hostility she could muster with the tall walls in the way. It was all she could really do.

"Hey, what's her problem?" Fat One chittered. Dark One looked between him and Blue and walked over to the tall walls. Blue snarled. She would not tolerate Dark One's presence as alpha. She wanted Stupid Alpha. He was trapped in a small thing in Fat One's paw!

"Easy Blue… that's enough." Blue only snarled in response. She recognized the strict tone. It wasn't one she'd listen to from Dark One. Dark One was stupid; he couldn't even realize that Stupid Alpha was stuck in Fat One's box.

"Assez de cela!" Dark One huffed, trying to stand off against Blue. How dare he! He was not an alpha! She was done with him. In the moments leading to her charging the cage, Blue thought of how she'd tear him open, see if he was like the other soft prey. However, before she could, Delta charged into her, knocking over the raptor with a yipe.

Blue had been knocked down! Delta knocked her down! How could she do that to her! Delta snarled a warning to Blue. Blue only screeched at Delta, Charlie only briefly poking her head up from her digging before going back to it. The same warning was hissed again. Delta wasn't particularly confrontational… so why did she find it so imperative to stop her now?!

Blue attempted to explain, chittering away at how Stupid Alpha was stuck in the small thing that Fat One held. Delta had cocked her head at that before chirping a question. How? Big things couldn't fit in small things. Blue hissed that she had heard Stupid Alpha's voice. Delta was quick to respond. From where?

Now Blue was puzzled… Delta was right… big things couldn't fit in small things, no matter how hard she tried. Small things could fit in big things. But it was where she had heard it come from?

"The hell was that?" Blue only snarled in Fat One's direction before giving Dark One an indignant huff. She chose to leave this well enough alone. Maybe she'd help dig with Charlie, get a way out of the tall walls.


Barry couldn't believe that he'd seen that. Of course Blue was always cantankerous and determined, stubborn like Owen… but he'd never thought he'd see Delta charge Blue of all of the raptors. It was fascinating to watch… though Barry was glad for the bars that separated them.

"Merde," Barry sighed, watching as Delta now took her sister's place, watching him like a hawk and looking between Hoskins and himself. There was something about the way that she looked to Hoskins… hungry, he always called it. But she was looking at him expectantly in a different way. Not like she wanted to eat him. It was hard to tell, but she was observing him, like a bird…

"Hello? Damn it, pick up!" Barry turned to look in Hoskins' direction, seeing as he waddled around the area paddock, trying to get a good signal.

"Was that Owen?" Barry asked. Hoskins turned to him, looking positively annoyed, though less so as he considered the implications of what they'd heard. Barry saw that same kind of excitement with Blue only just a little earlier… when Owen had come to pick up his gun. Granted, she had been non–stop barking and pacing around with the pack before he'd come there… but she seemed to get more agitated by Owen's voice. It was safe to say that was Owen on the walkie… at least, he hoped it was.

"Couldn't tell… reception here is wonderful," Vic snidely replied. Barry crossed his arms, giving only a simple answer.

"Blue could tell." Hoskins chortled in in retort.

"You think that she can tell the difference between someone else and Owen on this thing?"

"It's about all I can think of." Vic pursed his lips, now looking between the walkie and Barry before he caved.

"Screw it…" A click to the walkie's channel, and he was now in touch with the other man in Control.

"Control, it's Hoskins. I need a sitrep on Grady." There was quiet on the receiver before Regis' voice came through.

"Come again?"

"Regis, what's the sitrep with Grady?"

"Dunno… haven't heard anything since we opened the Old Park Gate." Vic's eyes squinted in confusion.

"Old Park Gate… what?"

"Grady was being chased by something… something big from what we could hear."

"Christ alive, is there a ranger post somewhere we can check?!" There was quiet for a few seconds as Barry now was getting concerned.

"Just checked through all the Sector Four cameras… didn't see anything beyond a busted ranger cart." Barry's heart stopped at that. He turned to look at Hoskins now and the head of security was quick to give the order.

"Get someone over there now Regis!"


The situation was untenable now… Dr. Wu had kept his ears close to the ground to try and get an idea of what was going on. No one was telling him anything… no one was able to say anything. But when the call for preparation for a Phase 2 Real World came into the Hammond Creation Labs, Dr. Wu knew something big had happened.

Apparently non–essentials were about to be moved, and that included the scientists at the Hammond Creation Labs. He had a feeling that the Indominus had struck again and killed someone. Perhaps a guest. Grady's comment on how it had already killed people only signified to him that it was park workers… nothing unusual. But if there was a planned evacuation of the island… then the Indominus must have broken into another enclosure, or caused another issue.

His work was at stake now, and Dr. Henry Wu worked to save what he could of his research. Years wasted, it seemed… on theme park monsters. These weren't monsters… monster was relative, a term used by the uneducated to describe something that they did not understand.

Speaking of uneducated, however, his phone began to buzz. Looking at the caller ID, he could hear that it was Hoskins. Wu could already feel the migraine coming on as he answered the phone.

"Yes?"

"The situation's fubar–ed." Dr. Wu only raised an eye brow in response as he let the man talk. "We don't have eyes on the Indominus, and Grady might be dead."

"What?" That took him by surprise. He'd have assumed Grady would have stayed well enough away from the situation now.

"You heard me, doc. Listen, we're going to need to start from scratch again. As soon as the situation blows over, we need to find a way to recoup."

"You had a means to recoup… and now he's dead?!"

"Grady might be dead," Hoskins corrected.

"It doesn't matter if he might be. You lost your investment that I gave you? As far as I can see, everything was working just as intended with him." There was silence… and then Dr. Wu realized that he'd shot himself in the foot. He'd just given Hoskins all he needed to know.

"You mean… it was working?"

"Yes… the retroviral agent rewrote gene sequences and gave Mr. Grady everything you could've wanted. I expect it to have finished sometime within the last hour."

"He was gone the last hour! And now we don't know where he is!"

"With all due respect, it was you who lost him. I merely gave you the finished product."

"Wu, you son of a bitch! If Grady's dead, you owe me!"

"I owe you nothing, Mister Hoskins."

"Listen here you overpaid labrat, if my supersoldier is dead, the one that was going to make you and beyond famous, then you do owe me!"

"You have the Indominus."

"And we are going to have to put it down because of this!" Henry only seemed to sputter in response as Hoskins kept going.

"Yeah… the Indominus is going to have to die to fix this mess you caused!"

"We," Henry corrected.

"No, you!" Henry was shocked beyond belief now. "You made the Indominus! You made illegal human experiments! You are the one with all the records. I can always get out of this, tell Masrani that I had no hand in it, wash my hands of the situation and leave you to rot like you should've back in the 90s. Unless you do as I say! You owe me a new supersoldier!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Wanna bet?" Hoskins coyly warned. "You better be packing all your shit! You're going to be the last one out of here, and if you want to have a future, you and I are going to be working a lot closer from now on! Got it?!" Henry dared not respond, only giving a gulp as Hoskins hung up for him. He was thankful the other scientific personnel had been evacuated already. Looking at the touchscreen of the phone, looking wistfully back to the picture he had of himself standing in front of Jurassic Park's gates, Henry didn't know what to do.

"Sounded like quite the argument there," a voice smoothly introduced. Henry looked up, frozen now in fear as he eyed the lawyer now standing in the office. Those piercing eyes stared right into him, and he realized now that he'd been caught. How much had Francis heard?

"So that's why Mister Grady has been so sick," Douglass smoothly taunted. "You did something to him… you gave him a disease." Henry's mouth was agape… he'd heard everything.

"Don't look so surprised, Doctor. After all, what happens in Jurassic World, stays at Jurassic World."

"I… b–believe the saying only applies to Las Vegas," Wu meekly replied, trying his best to consider escape options.

"Really? Well, then consider this the Vegas of the tropics." Douglass put his hand on the screen, turning it over and giving a coy whistle at the work that the doctor had attempted to cover up.

"You had more than just the Indominus in the works." Henry remained quiet, no longer saying anything as if to save himself. He'd rather not give the lawyer anything he could use.

"Why don't we go through this together, see what else you've been hiding here on Isla Nublar." The lawyer pushed the chair back, and that seemed to pull Henry out of his stupor, a hand quickly and shakily gripping at Douglass'. The lawyer turned to look at him, cold in the eyes and lips pursed in emotionlessness.

"This is your only chance. Let go of my hand."

"I can't do that… y–you'll —"

"Do you think I'd have confronted you on this if I intended to tell Mister Masrani or his sycophants on the Board about what you're doing?" Henry seemed perplexed now. It didn't make sense, but his grip remained firm.

"Then… why are you here?"

"To offer you an out. An out from Hoskins, an out from Masrani, and a place to conduct your research easier." Henry was flabbergasted… but now he was putting the pieces together.

"You're not a lawyer, are you?"

"I've had enough run–ins with the law to know how it works; I could pass a BARS test if I really wanted to. After all, BioSyn came to me mostly for legal advice."

"BioSyn?"

"Yes… back in the good old days, when it was just amber rocks, and an old man's dream." Henry heard the company had gone defunct. But he knew no one famous from it besides its president, who was arrested a year later on drug charges. Henry attempted to scour his mind for anyone from BioSyn that'd come to work for InGen. None sprang to mind. They didn't really have geneticists.

"Doctor Henry Wu, the greatest mind of this generation, the titan of the bioengineering revolution for consumer biologicals, wasting his talent on a theme park for spoiled children." Henry didn't know how to respond beyond letting go as the "lawyer" now sifted through the files.

"Now this is interesting…" Before Douglass could sift any further, Henry tenderly turned the monitor away from him before trying to gauge what was going on.

"I'm sorry, but you haven't even told me who you are yet. Who you really are. What are you doing here?" The man turned back to Henry and stood up, straightening his tie before offering something tangible to the doctor to grasp.

"It's Dodgson. Lewis Dodgson; I came here a few months ago to try and learn the secrets that you're keeping here… things like the Indominus, or those hybrid sequences you have, or whatever else you keep up in the Restricted Area. But moreover, I'm here to create something better than this nostalgia–pandering nonsense. And I'm sure you'd rather be doing something else with these animals besides letting the public view them as mere curiosities. I was going to leave earlier today; I'd gotten what I needed from the Restricted Area… but I told my man back on the Mainland wait when the Indominus broke loose."

"Your man?"

"There was a reason why BioSyn was the company with more lawyers than scientists," Dodgson replied, giving a cheeky smirk to the geneticist. Something told Henry that bugs would've likely crawled out from between his teeth if there were any gaps in them.

"You're a thief then," Henry deduced. Corporate espionage; it made his skin crawl. It was the reason why so many people died at Jurassic Park. Now history was repeating itself and Dodgson was here to steal the secrets that he'd so jealously guarded.

"Not a thief… no… an entrepreneur of good ideas. But like Mister Hammond, I can't wait for inspections or safety. And I can't spend years trying to play catchup to you." Henry pursed his lips. He realized that the man was dangerous beyond all reason. Everything told him to run, to go tell Masrani or Hoskins what was going on. But he remained calm, trying to keep himself from breaking down in the moment.

"I'm sorry… I can't accept your offer… I may have done things that are questionable, but I have integrity enough to stand by Masrani's side." Lewis' face seemed to scrunch briefly before he shrugged.

"That's alright… I understand. After all, you have your integrity… integrity that Hoskins most certainly doesn't respect, that Simon Masrani threw to the wayside with his desire for something 'cooler'; while you're dealing with the lawsuits after this, I'll be working to make the world a better place through what I gained here." The geneticist cringed. Dodgson had him dead to rights. And he clearly knew it. As the man began to walk away, Henry took a moment to reconsider. His reputation would be gone if he had nowhere to bring his research to.

"Wait," he finally said. The corporate spy turned back, looking to Henry with interest again.

"How would you plan to get me out of here? Hoskins would come looking for me."

"Simple… we create a distraction; a good doctor once said that complex systems, like Jurassic World, exist on the very edge of chaos." Dodgson smiled. Henry cringed at the way he grinned. He didn't like Hoskins, and he didn't like Dodgson… but what choice did he have? Be indebted to a moron? Or, at the very least, take his talents and use somewhere better than a theme park. John would've been disappointed in him… he was disappointed in himself for letting this go so far.


Owen was beginning to sag the further he went. It was hotter than he thought, even as afternoon began to turn to early evening… or it was a fever coming on. Whatever the case, Owen couldn't keep himself straight to save his life. Both the kids had begun to trail beside him instead of behind. At this point, the Indominus could've been tracking them for miles. At least, it felt like miles.

He also realized just how much the jungle smelled. Beyond the scents of sweat, blood and fear around them, Owen found that his new sense of smell made it easier to detect when an animal was near. Looking around, in spite of his clouded vision, there was a certain acuity to far objects now… or he felt like he had one. He could see the individual lines of bark on a tree about 100 feet away.

Something had happened when Echo bit him… there was no doubt about it. Owen wasn't stupid. He knew that all this weird stuff happened after his tussle in the cage with the raptors. But why? Who, even? He didn't know of anything on the planet that could do this. And his only thoughts on who it could be turned to the genetics labs. The Hammond Creation Labs specialized in dinosaur reconstruction though…

"How long… have we been walking for?" Zack asked.

"Thirty minutes or so," Gray replied. The older one looked back to Gray with a hint of disdain as Owen listened carefully.

"Okay genius. What's the… uhh… how long until… whatever… what did you call it Owen."

"ACU," Owen explained, "Asset Containment Unit… heavy duty boys for dealing with dinosaur escapes."

"How heavy?"

"You ever seen a shotgun that can take down a Rex?" Gray's eyes seemed to widen at that. Owen gave a light grin at that. There was a wonder and twinkle in the kid's eyes as he led them further along. Soon, the light began to dip behind them, the island slowly coating over in a sunset. The cascading hues of orange and yellow made the landscape that they came across all the more enchanting.

Out in a valley, the dinosaurs that Owen could see were prancing along in a herd. It was something that he could only dream of seeing. Owen had been so close to the animals that their wow factor had sort of worn off. But in this beautiful sunset and landscape, the gallimimus valley gave a very different view to the hardened trainer.

Working with these animals… it was always magic… but getting to see them like this, hearing how the parasaurolophus herd trumpeted and crooned into the waning daylight. It was almost difficult to remember that, right now, they were being hunted by the Indominus.

How anyone could have been bored by the idea of dinosaurs still eluded him… how could a focus group just choose to ignore this kind of beauty.

"Wow," Owen whispered, looking between both kids as he tried to lean against a tree. Sore as he was, he didn't want to miss this… ever. And slowly, he watched as both kids took their turns to look at the beauty nature had to offer them.

"Zack?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going to be fine, right?" The way that Gray talked about that hurt him. Owen could only imagine; he was just a kid. Intelligent and smart, given how he talked so lovingly about dinosaurs… but still a kid, scared and alone with only his brother and him for company.

"Yeah… we're going to be fine. We just… we gotta keep moving."

"I bet Grandma had a better day than us… getting to see this," Gray wistfully said.

"Well… when ACU catches that dinosaur… and the park opens back up… maybe we'll get to see this properly…" Owen grimaced. After how many people died… it was likely that this place would be closed. Dinosaurs were an iffier subject in zoological preservation. And Jurassic World predicated itself on being safer than any zoo, both for the animals and the people.

"Do you think so?" This time Owen interjected, standing with a grunt and hobbling over to both kids' sides. So this is what Doc's knees felt like: painful jelly.

"He thinks so… but I know so," Owen offered. It was a lie, but it seemed to lessen the stench of fear surrounding them. Instead, there was something stronger. He couldn't tell if it was just body odor, or if it was being so close... but the smell coming off of them was pungent enough to make his eyes water.

"Do you… think we can stay here a while?" Owen sighed, not wanting to say no to a kid's dream of seeing these animals at their best.

"Yeah… we can stay… I'll see if I can't get back to Control and see if they can spare someone one more time." Pulling his walkie from his hips, the raptor trainer switched the channel back to Control.


The sunset should have made the drive more soothing for Dr. Wu. His compatriot in the passenger seat made it all the more nerve–wracking, though. But he'd justified his coming actions to himself. To escape the all–seeing eyes of the Control Room, which was now being run directly by an InGen Security Division manager, they needed a suitable distraction.

Apparently Dodgson was acting almost entirely alone in this endeavor of his; it had originally been to steal the secrets of Jurassic World, mostly in the Restricted Section, but as well to engineer a crisis where he could have gotten away with InGen list embryos; a disguised canister of those embryos, little more on the outside than a big thermos, now sat in between them in the Mercedes. No matter how the man justified it, he was just as Henry said: a petty thief. But he was a petty thief with substantive power, it seemed, as he was able to pass by a false identity and made a 48 hour storage container for embryonic cells. Perhaps it would be simpler to just face the music of his crimes. After all, the Indominus was his creation… it had killed people, as Grady had said. Dearing was dead, according to Dodgson.

While Henry wasn't the biggest fan of the "by the books", stringent senior assets manager, her death was not seen by him as anything more than a tragedy. She didn't know how these animals worked. She didn't know how anything worked here beyond how Control told her they worked. She was just doing her job. But it was Hoskins that scared him more than her or Masrani. They could levy legal consequences all they wanted. But as Dodgson had so easily heard, Vic was not a man to piss off. His demeanor was often aggressive, passively so, but Henry knew that he was a military man like Grady. They had tempers, tempers that Henry hadn't been on the receiving end of, but tempers that he knew of.

The access path to the Sector 5's eastern section was, of course, one that Wu often took many times. While it was listed to most employees as temporary holding pens for the more dangerous animals of Jurassic World, its purpose was far greater. It was here where the real research by the Hammond Creation Labs was done. It was where the Indominus had been born and raised. As the land began to darken, Henry turned on the headlights, looking around carefully to ensure that he didn't hit one of the roaming dinosaurs.

"So… Mister Dodgson… I hope that you have a plan for when we do create your 'distraction.'"

"Doctor, relax," Lewis lazily sighed. "You're acting like that it's a bigger deal than what it will be."

"People will die."

"That didn't stop you from creating the Indominus Rex. Even someone who isn't OSHA–compliant could see the faults that Jurassic World builders had making that pen for her."

"I'm not concerned with the deaths of innocents at this point… I just don't want to be one of the people that dies!" he protested. Dodgson only gave a wry grin at the matter–of–fact way that Dr. Wu had said that; he hated himself for the comment, but it was true. He didn't want to be eaten, or crushed, or ripped apart.

Stopping in front of the gate, this particular restricted area was more analog than the rest of the park's gates, which were operated directly by the Control Room with a security code number pad. For this one, it was only a single number pad, which offered Henry the means to go in without Jurassic World breathing down his neck. Jurassic World had such number pads everywhere.

But the temporary holding pens were a jealously guarded secret. There were more here than just animals on InGen's list, or those carnivores that the Hammond Creation Labs had created. Typing in the code, the gate unlocked, with Henry pushing it open before jumping back into the Mercedes.

"Awful lax security for temporary holding pens."

"We're going behind the scenes, Mister Dodgson… most of the ones that are accessed by Jurassic World are on the west side, near the Old Park. These pens are truly behind the curtain," Henry somewhat proudly stated. In spite of all that he was about to rain upon Masrani and his petting zoo project, Dr. Wu had to find some way to district himself from it. And, for him, that was pride in his work.

Driving through the dense foliage, it was clear that very few Jurassic World employees knew of this place; pens that clearly weren't for customer view were situated in relatively small grids: Titanaboa, Velociraptor, Proceratasaurus, Spinosaurus, and, finally, Carnotaurus Sastrei.

Stopping the Mercedes in front of the paddock gates, Dr. Wu started looking around, trying to pick out one of them from the foliage. The paddock was divided into a pair of sections: one held the new Carnotaurus that was meant for public display in the months after the reveal of Indominus Rex, with the creature lazily rumbling in its sleep upon a nest it had made for itself. And the other section, dominated by the dense foliage, held what looked like nothing. But the stark snuffling, and the barest glimmer of an outline in the waning light told Dr. Wu what was in there.

Quickly heading over to the side–gates, Dr. Wu began to type in his passcode, unlocking each and every one and leaving the gates wide open. The one he saved for last was the Spinosaurus. Knowing they'd only have minutes, if not seconds, to leave as soon as he got the animal's attention, Dodgson turned to look at the other open paddocks. None of the other animals had noticed yet, but he was quickly running out of time. Surely one would be curious to check the commotion.

The heavy fence of the Spinosaurus' enclosure made it all the more nervewracking for Henry as he went to the speakerbox. During his experiments with the animal, Dr. Wu and his colleagues had realized that the animal got agitated, outright rabidly violent to the point of attacking the fences, by a particular ringtone. He couldn't see the animal through the foliage in the waning daylight, but he knew it was there, likely watching him. Turning on the speakers, Henry took a deep breath.

There was no turning back as soon as he hit the button. The sound of a 90s–era nokia ringtone echoed across the holding pens, loudly. Before the first note had even finished was when Henry ran back to the Mercedes.