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When Masrani came back, his lips were pulled downward in a grimace. "I have to return to the Control Room." He said, handing her a bottle of water. Sara took it and raised her eyebrows at him. "A.C.U. has been alerted."
"A.C.U.?" Sara repeatedly, absentmindedly twisting the bottle lid open. "Alerted of what?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink.
Masrani hesitated for a moment before he answered, "Asset Containment Unit." Which was the only question he needed to answer.
Sara's entire body froze and the water bottle fell from her hands, splattering and spilling on the helipad. "No…" She shook her head. Masrani's frown deepened and he turned around to head back inside. "No, no, no!" Sara's voice was low. Her heart jolted in her chest as a painful ache stretched from her throat down to her stomach. She followed Masrani, nearly on his heels as they made their way to the control room. She started to pull out her phone when they stepped into the control room.
Masrani made a beeline for a pair of workers sitting in the middle row of computers.
"Okay, yeah, uhh let me—I'm doing it right now." The man on the phone answered whoever was on the other end. He typed something into the touchscreen computer in front of him and suddenly the large map at the front of the room zoomed in on a northern section of the park. The image then changed from the blueprint structures to a live satellite image.
The image zoomed in even further, focusing on the large paddock in the middle of the jungle. A small red dot beeped near the center of the paddock.
"What the hell?" The man on the phone said, "it's in the cage?" He sounded confused. Sara's heart was racing in her chest, but she finally took a breath when she realized it must've been a false alarm that triggered A.C.U. being notified of a breach.
"Claire, I'm telling you, she's in the cage." The man said once more.
Movement on the screen caught Sara's eye and she found her eyes glued to the screen, unable to blink, "What're they doing in there?" She leaned over the desk beside him and pointed at his computer screen.
She could see on the monitor that three men were inside the cage, looking up at a wall that was made of concrete, and scratched to high heaven. One man looked like some kind of engineer or builder, another man looked like a security officer, and the third man looked like some sort of wilderness explorer.
Sara narrowed her eyes, confused. Why on earth would the people be inside the cage? "This has to be the cage the escaped asset is in…but," Sara looked up at the tracking dot on the big screen in front of the room. "The asset must still be in there. Right?" She looked over the man's head at Masrani. His eyes were glued to the man's monitor, and he anxiously swallowed.
"Wha—wait a second. Wh—There are people in there?" The man on the phone said, confused at what he was seeing.
"Paddock eleven, this is control." The woman sitting next to the man suddenly said, pressing a button on her ear piece, "You have to evacuate the containment area!" Sara stood back up straight as the woman screamed, "Paddock eleven! Paddock eleven, do you copy?!"
"Yeah, what's the problem?" One of the men answered, he sounded calm but confused.
"It's in the cage! It's in there with you!" The woman screamed.
Everyone in the control room could only watch in horror as the three men took off, back towards what Sara could only hope was safety. The engineer and explorer man were fast, but the security officer was barely picking his feet up. Sara's heart tightened in her chest as they watched from the several viewpoints inside the paddock as an animal stepped out of the thickest concentration of trees.
Her body was long, broad, and muscular. She was nearly all white, aside from the smatterings of grey on her pebbly skin. She had massive forearms that reminded Sara of the spinosaurus, and was close to the T-Rex in size. Spikes and quills stuck out of the back of the animal from the brow ridge down to the base of the tail. The long quills on the backs of its arms were black, and each one had to be a foot-long at most.
"What the hell is that?" She breathed out, but no one answered her.
They watched as the two faster men skid to a stop on the leafy floor. The third man had turned around and was punching numbers into what looked like a keypad by an enormous steel door.
"What's he doing?" Sara pointed to the camera focused on the third man, "He's going to open the gate, that thing's going to escape!" She turned to Masrani, "Can't you shut it down?!"
"Security is not authorized to open any paddock in the event of an escaped asset." Masrani said. He shook his head, and his eyes never left the screen.
She turned back in time to see the animal chase after the men. She snatched one up in her nimbly articulated hand. Though distorted over distance and through miniscule speakers, they heard the man scream until the animal raised the man to her mouth and ripped him in half.
Suddenly, an alarm began to blare on the big monitor at the front of the room.
SECURITY BREACH
"Sure as hell looks like he was authorized." Sara seethed between her teeth. She glared at Masrani. Masrani looked back at her, his eyebrows up in shock. They both turned back to the screen. The security officer slipped out of the paddock.
"Close the door." Masrani ordered.
"We can't lock him in there with—!"
"Come on, close it now!" Masrani pushed himself between the two sitting at the computer and pressed a series of buttons on a nearby keypad. The door, which had only gotten open about six feet, began to close. Sara watched as the final man inside pumped his legs harder, focusing on only one thing.
Escaping.
Now that the man on the phone had the receiver away from his ear, Sara could hear Claire Dearing's voice on the other end, "Somebody talk to me! What is happening?!" But no one answered her.
From the cameras outside the paddock, Sara could see other workmen scattering into the jungle nearby to escape the inevitable. The door only had about two feet left to go before the animal, and the poor explorer man, were trapped inside. Miraculously, the man made it through, and Sara heard the two workers sitting in front of her breathe a sigh of relief. But Sara continued to watch in horror as the animal managed to shove her head, and then an arm through the door!
Roaring, screaming, the concrete paddock walls began to crumble around the bulk of the animal as she pawed at the ground and at the gate in an attempt to squeeze outside. Over the speakers they heard the crunch of metal as the animal dented and shoved the gate away from her with all her might.
The power that closed the gate whirred and suddenly another pop-up alarm blared on the monitor at the front of the room.
PADDOCK GATE INTEGRITY COMPROMISED
With a scream, the animal shoved the gate away from her, breaking it entirely.
PADDOCK GATE SYSTEM ERROR
PADDOCK GATE RESPONSE FAILURE
In the chaos, Sara had lost where the explorer-looking man went, but she could see the security officer. He hadn't made it far. He was seated on the ground in front of a truck.
"Why hadn't he gotten in? Made an escape?" Sara wondered. She could feel a sweat building up on her back. "He's not safe, he has to get out of there." She said out loud.
"If I say anything now, it'll just attract it to him." The man sitting in front of her reasoned.
"He is a sitting duck out there! She is going to find him, regardless!" Sara shouted. But no one made a move to say anything as the animal crawled out of the paddock. It actually crawled! On all fours, creeping forward like some kind of demented cat as it sniffed and snarled at the new sights and smells.
Immediately, the animal went towards the truck where the security officer was, it crept around to the side, its massive tail almost dragging behind it. The security officer had turned to peek around towards the back of the truck, watching as the end of the tail swung around and was out of his line of sight. Half of the control room jumped or screamed when the animal suddenly braced herself and swung her massive head into the truck and pushed it up into the air. The truck flew upwards, flipping over and crashing into the rocky pavement just a few feet away from the crane.
Someone was crying, and another person in the room was begging for the animal to stop.
But no one looked away.
And no one did a thing to stop what was about to happen.
The animal stood over the man, looking directly down at him. Sara could almost feel the animal's hot breath on her scalp as she opened her mouth. Quick as a bird, the animal jerked her head down, chomped her powerful jaw down around the man and yanked him off of the ground.
Several people gasped as the animal shook the man like a dog might shake a chew toy. Then she tossed her head back and swallowed the man in two bites.
He didn't even scream.
Still not done, nor apparently satisfied, the animal walked around the flipped over truck and got down on all fours. Then, she got down on her elbows and sniffed at the ground around the crane.
"She's killing for fun." Sara said quietly to herself. She could see Masrani turn to look at her incredulously, as if the idea of an animal killing for fun sounded asinine. She turned to him, "Animals don't kill when they're not hungry." She turned back to the screen, watching as the animal nudged the crane once before stalking slowly off into the jungle. "Though, with such exaggerated features," She thought, "Who knows what its metabolism might be?"
Masrani stood back up straight. For a moment he said nothing. No one spoke. The control room was so quiet, Sara could've sworn she heard the roar of the crowds out in the main park.
"Someone turn on the lights." Masrani quietly ordered.
The lights slowly brightened until they were on completely. Looking around, she saw workers comforting each other, some were staring numbly at their computers. The two workers she was standing behind returned to their respective desks, each moving slowly and robotically.
"Masrani," Sara said sharply. Masrani looked at her. "A word?" It wasn't a request, but she didn't want to cause a scene. She gestured for him to follow her to the back of the room. He obliged, telling everyone to remain calm and wait for further instruction. Once they were back away from the workers, she turned to him, a fire in the pit of her stomach. "I don't know what you allowed Henry to do, but that thing," She hissed and pointed at the screen, "Is not natural. What even was that thing?" She demanded to know.
Masrani sighed and shifted from foot to foot. He rested his hands on his hips, "It is our new asset." Sara gestured for him to explain because that was an incredibly loose description of the animal they'd just seen. Sara was not a paleontologist, nor was she a scientist, though she'd been around scientists and paleontologists for more than half her life, but she knew that what she'd just seen was nowhere in the fossil record. "It is called the Indominus Rex." He explained, "It is a genetic hybrid."
"Genetic—," Sara thought she might have a heart attack. She felt hot and stepped away to take a few deep breaths. "When Ian came to visit you in twenty-fifteen, he said that this park would collapse. One crack in the foundation would cause the whole castle of cards to come crumbling down. It would cause panic, and panic would cause chaos."
Masrani sighed irritably. He didn't want to hear about Malcolm or his predictions, and he began to turn away. Sara stepped in front of him, glaring up at the slightly taller man.
"That was the crack." She spat at him.
Not two minutes later, the elevator dinged, and Claire Dearing rushed out, only to stop and take in the scene of the control room. Everyone turned to face her as she stepped further into the room.
"Everyone remain calm." She said slowly.
Sara's heart suddenly gave a jolt, and she remembered her phone was still in her pocket. "Jack!" She had to call him! Unfortunately for her, as soon as she fished her phone out of her pocket, she saw it was already vibrating with another call.
Call from:
Max
Sara quickly answered, "Max! Have you heard from Jack?" She asked.
"Hang up that damn phone, please!" Masrani shouted behind her. She whipped her head around, but saw he was talking to one of his workers.
"Is everything alright?" Max asked instead.
"No!" Sara answered honestly, lowering her voice so no one else could hear her. "Have you heard from Jack?!" She asked again.
"Uhh, not for about thirty minutes or so, why? What happened? Is he okay?" Max fired off his own questions.
"Something's escaped on the island." She whispered, "Something big. Prepare your office. I've gotta find Jack."
"Wait, you're not thinking of walking through the park after an animal, are you?" Max asked. But Sara had already pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up on him.
"You should put that in the brochure." The man at the computer answered something Masrani had just said, "Eventually, one of these things will eat somebody." The sarcasm was not lost on anyone.
Sara turned back to her phone and dialed Jack's number. "Pick up…pick up, pick up, pick up!" She whispered, wrapping her free arm tightly around herself.
A herd of Gallimimus ran through the field below. A dark grey rectangular shape raced alongside them, a covered safari Jeep. From Jack's vantage point in the front-right side of the monorail, the dinosaurs below looked like plucked chickens running around wildly. The monorail was the only way to get to the up-close dinosaur exhibits.
"Are your parents together?"
"Dude!" Zach elbowed his brother, but only shot him a warning glare before he turned back to continue his conversation with the girls behind them.
Jack was in the seat ahead of Zach and Gray, and had managed to keep the seat to himself, despite the monorail being full, by propping his feet up in the chair beside him. He looked at Gray curiously, but Gray was looking out the window. "It's," he shrugged, "complicated."
Jack didn't really know why his parents weren't together. They didn't use to be. His dad had had one or two girlfriends and his mom had had a girlfriend and two boyfriends when he was really young. He only vaguely remembered them coming and going to his parents' different places of residence, but none of them lasted more than a year. When he was very young, maybe five or six years old, his parents had stopped seeing other people altogether. They withdrew themselves completely from outside relationships for years. But Jack had noticed that within the past two or three years his parents had been slowly showing more and more affection towards each other.
His dad had once said that it took a lot of work from both of them to get to where they were now. But Jack wasn't even sure where "where they were" was. That's how his dad was, he wasn't as straightforward as his mom. He was gentler and more careful with how he worded things. His mom was much blunter, but not in a mean way, just in an honest way. However, she never involved Jack in whatever was going on between her and his father, so he could only hope that one day they would live together. Like a normal family.
A boy could dream that his parents lived in the same time zone, right?
It was complicated.
Jack looked back at Gray again, "Why do you ask?" He asked.
Gray took a deep, shaky breath in, "Who do you stay with for school?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?" Zach turned back to his brother with a scrutinizing glare. "Why do you care?"
Gray finally turned away from the window, "Mom and dad are getting a divorce."
Jack frowned. He knew plenty of kids at school who had divorced parents. Some kids loved it, others hated it. This seemed to be hitting Gray hard.
"What?" Zach asked incredulously, "Why would you say that?"
"Because they are." Gray sighed and turned to face forward, but he didn't meet Jack's eyes.
"No, they're not getting," Zach shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gray stubbornly wiped away tears that threatened to fall down his face and Jack awkwardly pressed his lips into a thin line. "They're not getting divorced." He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Look, you haven't been around long enough. They've always been that way."
"How do you know?" Jack asked quietly. This wasn't usually a conversation kids had out of the blue, at least, not in Jack's experience with his friends back home.
"They get mail from two different lawyers." Gray mumbled.
"That doesn't mean anything." Zach was quick to argue.
"I Googled, they're divorce lawyers." Gray sighed heavily.
Zach's eyes widened momentarily, before he quickly cooled his expression. He thought for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright. Whatever. Ya know what? It doesn't matter." He huffed, "Okay? I'm gonna be gone in two years, anyway. All my friends' parents are divorced," he crossed his arms and slumped down in his seat.
"It's not so bad," Jack said quietly as Zach clicked his tongue in irritation and turned to face forward. "You get two different houses, you get to celebrate holidays twice." He didn't usually mind traveling. He had way more independence than most kids his age, even with his overbearing mother. And for the past year, he'd been living with his dad in Costa Rica for the school year and visiting his mom for the holidays. It was a nice change of scenery. And the kids in Costa Rica were typically chiller than the kids in D.C. were. Granted, most of the kids in his class were also kids of parents who worked on the mainland for Jurassic World, so none of them really cared about his lineage. All they cared about were dinosaurs and their next visit to the park. "You get to have two of everything." Jack summed it all up as neatly as he could. He could've gone on and on about the amount of doubles he'd had in his life.
"I don't want two of everything." Gray admitted quietly, his voice hoarse from suppressing his tears. His nose was turning red from holding back a cry.
"Yeah, well, it's not up to you." Zach pointed out; his voice flat. "Alright, there's a point you have to grow up." Gray turned away, uninterested in hearing anymore from either of them.
Zach rolled his eyes and shot Jack a look as if to say, 'can you believe him?'. Jack shot him a sympathetic, tight-lipped smile, then turned to Gray.
"It'll be okay, Gray." He said. "Just wait, you'll see." Though he was sure Gray was taking the news hard, he would adapt. The kid was smart, he'd find a way to adapt. Sighing, Jack turned back around in his seat.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and Jack squirmed to take it out without standing up. A photo of him and his mom standing in front of the T-Rex skeleton at the museum took up his screen. His mom was calling. He swiped to answer and put the phone to his ear.
"Mom? How did everything go—?"
"Jack!" His mom sounded somehow stressed and relieved at the same time. "Thank goodness, wh—where are you?" She asked.
"I'm on the monorail." Jack answered, trying to keep his voice down so he didn't disturb anyone else. He turned and rested his back on the glass window of the monorail. "We're going out to the gyrospheres."
"No! No, you have to come back, right now!" His mom ordered.
"I," Jack dragged the word out, hoping to come up with an excuse for more time, "I mean, I can't exactly make the monorail turn around right now."
"Jack Anthony." His mother pulled out his first and middle name. A sick feeling crawled up his stomach and into his mouth. "You had better stay on that monorail until it gets back to the park, or so help me, I will hike this whole island to find you and drag you back to the mainland!"
That sounded serious.
And that worried Jack.
"Is everything alright?" He asked quietly.
"No! It is not alright! Something has es— and you had be— be back here in five minutes or—," The rest of her threat was drowned out by the monorail arriving at the gyrosphere drop off and an announcer's voice boomed over the speakers.
"Welcome to the Gyrosphere Valley, where you will be able to roll around with our dinosaurs in our glass-encased gyrospheres. Don't forget, when you're done, head on over to the Pizza Predattoria! Satisfy even the most colossal cravings with fresh-baked pizzas, delicious meatball subs and chicken Caesar salad. Or, stop by The Watering Hole to grab a refreshing Coca-Cola beverage. Have a Jurassic day!"
"Something what?" Jack repeated, "I didn't quite catch what you said." He covered his other ear with his free hand in an attempt to block out the extra noise.
"Jack?" His mom was in his ear again as everyone stood up to rush off the monorail. "C—n y— hear me?" The signal on this more remote part of the island was spotty. Jack grimaced as he pulled his phone away from his ear. One bar of service. He rolled his eyes.
"Come on, kid." Zach jerked his elbow as they squeezed their way off. Gray was trying his best to keep people from passing them so Jack could get out of his seat. He jumped up and pushed Gray to walk ahead of him and after Zach.
"Listen," Jack put the phone back to his ear as he squeezed his way through the crowd of people shuffling about on the monorail platform, "I can't hear you, but I'll be back as soon as possible, okay?" He kept one hand on Gray's shoulder as Gray jogged to catch up with Zach and grab onto his jacket to make a train. Zach turned and tried to swat Gray off of him, but huffed irritably and gave up when Gray shook his head.
"N—! Jack, I n— to know you're on your w—!"
Jack shook his head and pulled his phone away from his head once more to hang up on her. He knew that would only piss her off, especially if she was really as panicked and upset as she sounded. "She'll get over it." He thought, "I'll just send her a text saying I'll be back." He typed out a message, knowing that at least then she'd know what he was trying to say.
"I should be out there." Sara muttered to herself, pacing behind the two workers who seemed to run most of the show. "I should be out there." She shook her head. She had one arm wrapped around herself, and the other arm was propped up in the first one's hand. She was chewing on her nails. She never chewed on her nails!
She'd tried to leave the building, but she knew that waiting by the monorail station not only made her a target in the open for the Indominus to find, but Jack wouldn't be back for another ten to twenty minutes. The monorail station was a five-minute jog from the control room—not that Sara did much jogging these days due to her leg injury, but she'd do anything to get to Jack as soon as she knew his monorail was on the way back. She glanced back at the map; the monorail was still at the gyrosphere valley. She groaned quietly.
Masrani assured her that A.C.U. would capture the asset before the monorail left the station. They needed to keep it there in the case of an emergency evacuation.
"A.C.U. is closing in." The man at the computer said. Sara walked back over to stand behind him and watch. The man stiffened, "Do—do you have to be right there?" He asked sheepishly. Sara only raised her eyebrows at him. "I—I mean, I get it, breathing down my neck because I work for 'the man'. But really, I am doing what I can to make sure—," The man's train of thought completely jumped the tracks when he turned around and looked up at her. He was still dragging out the word 'sure' when he suddenly switched gears, "Oh my God, you're Sara Webb." Her lip twitched up in a snarl, but she quickly masked her anger and annoyance. "You're the legacy person, the—the—the, uhm, guest. Legacy guest." As he turned around even more, Sara could see he was wearing an original Jurassic Park shirt. Her eyes narrowed at him. He had a mustache and a five o'clock shadow. His dark hair was short and neat, and he wore big, thick glasses.
"Wow," The man breathed out in awe. The brunette woman beside him glanced at him with concern but turned away and said nothing. "I mean, this is so crazy. I knew you were here; I mean, we all knew you'd be coming, but I didn't think you'd be here and that you were here, and that you saw—," His eyes widened, "Oh my God, you saw all of that?" He asked.
"I did." Sara answered him plainly. She didn't know if he meant all of the events from ninety-three, or what had just transpired. Either way her answer remained unchanged. As did the building anxiety and anger inside of her. She felt like she was going to be sick.
"Wow, I mean, what was—I mean, obviously it must've been traumatizing. I'm Lowery Cruthers. I was kind of a Jurassic Park nerd growing up. Fascinated with the park and—," Sara tuned him out. Uninterested in anything else he had to say unless it was the words, 'the monorail is coming back to the main park'.
She turned her narrowed glare to the screen where eight names, along with I.D. pictures and heart rate monitors appeared in two columns. "These men are going to die." She sighed under her breath.
"These people are professionals." Dearing argued.
"Against an animal that's not even in the fossil record?" Sara pointed out, "An animal that goes against nature? That has never been studied or even existed until your people decided to play God?!"
"A.C.U. will handle this!" Dearing shouted back at her.
"You are sending those people to their deaths!" Sara shouted back, her heart rate climbing. Her chest felt tight, but she couldn't afford to go back to the hotel for her inhaler. God, had she even packed it? She couldn't remember!
The elevator dinged again, and Dearing and Sara turned to see the explorer-looking man from the Indominus's cage walking in. He had caramel-brunette hair, a five o'clock shadow, and green eyes. He was tall, broad, and smelled like gasoline.
"I need to see a badge, sir. Sir!" The man by the elevator tried to stop him, but the man simply shoved his arms off like it was nothing.
He was pissed.
Dearing turned back to the front of the room, clearly irritated that she was now being accosted by two people.
"What the hell happened out there?" He demanded from Dearing. "There are thermal cameras all over that paddock. She did not just disappear!"
Dearing took a breath then turned around and calmly said, "It must've been some kind of a technical malfunction."
"Were you not watching?" The man asked sharply, "She marked up that wall as a distraction, she wanted us to think that she escaped."
"Finally, a man with some kind of brain activity between his ears." Sara thought, momentarily relieved.
"Hold on," Dearing's voice was low and flat, "We are talking about an animal here."
"A highly intelligent animal." The man shot back.
"If it scratches up the walls to trick people and kills for fun..." Sara's mind was turning, trying to think of what that kind of animal's next move would be, "How old is the animal?" She asked out loud.
"Almost three years old, why?" Masrani asked.
"Four hundred meters to the beacon," The woman beside Cruthers said. Dearing turned back around to face the monitor.
Sara kept her eyes on the screen, "Any parental bonds?" She asked. The beeping beacon on the screen wasn't moving. It hadn't moved in a minute.
"No, they raised it in isolation." The explorer man answered, though he held his glare on Dearing.
"Why?" Masrani repeated again.
"Those people are going to die." Was all Sara said. "Raised in isolation. No social skills. Is able to create a trap. Can hide from thermal detection cameras. Kills for fun." She was trying to organize everything she knew about the animal, which was so little, "She's going to explore and test everything."
They watched on body cams as the two A.C.U. teams got out of their vehicles and carried what little gear they had into the jungle.
"You're going after her with non-lethals?" The man asked in shock.
"We have twenty-six million dollars invested in that asset." Masrani explained, "We can't just kill it."
"Those men are going to die." Sara kept saying, she began to shake her head.
"Three hundred meters to the beacon." The woman spoke up.
"You need to call this mission off, right now." The man ordered.
"They're right on top of it." Cruthers spoke up.
"Call it off. Right now." The man ordered again.
"You are not in control here!" Dearing shouted, her whole body tense as she kept her eyes on the screen.
Sara bit her tongue, choosing to watch the body cams on the monitor instead. Either those men would die—highly probable. Or they would subdue and catch the dinosaur without incident—unlikely. The second she knew the outcome, she would go into the park on foot and get Jack off of the island.
The commander of the first group, a man named K. Hamada stepped into the creek and walked towards something that slowly became clearer as he got closer to it. It was a chunk of flesh, white and pebbly on one side. Hamada turned over the chunk, which was easily twice the size of an American football. A pill-shaped object, roughly five inches long, sat embedded in the pink, bloody fat.
"Blood's not clotted yet. It's close." Hamada said over his walkie talkie.
"Is that—?" Sara felt sick just thinking about it.
"Her tracker." The explorer man answered. "She clawed it out." He stepped around Dearing to stand closer to the large monitor.
"How would it know to do that?" Dearing asked, horrified.
"Because she remembered where they put it in." The explorer man answered.
For a moment, the whole room was holding its breath.
Hamada looked up at something, but they couldn't see what. He stood up, circling back around to the other A.C.U. members. They could see from Hamada's point of view, the rest of the A.C.U. members all look and point their weapons upwards. Hamada turned around, the green foliage swaying in the jungle breeze was the only thing that told them their connection hadn't been lost. Then, they saw the massive head and heard the snapping of branches. The green on the Indominus seemed to drip off of its skin as it stepped out into the open.
"It can camouflage!" Hamada screamed and ducked to run back to the group. The Indominus easily picked him up in one of her hands. They watched from eight different perspectives as Hamada thrashed in the animals hands, and how the other seven fired desperately at the animal with non-lethal charges of electricity. The Indominus threw Hamada down into the creek. They saw the water speckled point of view as he quickly jumped back up, took a breath, and then his screen went dark, and his heart rate line turned red and went flat.
Someone screamed in shock.
The rest of the A.C.U. team surrounded the animal and began to tase it, poking it with their elongated cattle rods. The Indominus turned around, her thick tail whipping behind her and throwing a man against a tree. She picked up a man from above, digging her nails into his chest as she flung him backwards over his shoulder. They watched the man's camera as he spun through the air once, then heard a loud crack and his monitor also turned red and flat.
One man managed to successfully hit the animal. A net wrapped around her snout, clamping her mouth shut. Over the many different cameras running around her, they could hear her snarling as she pawed at the net. In the animal's thrashing, she completely uprooted and knocked down a tree, and another person's monitor turned red and went flat.
The Indominus finally managed to get the net off of her face, she whacked two men with her tail and picked up a third in her mouth. She yanked him off of his feet, then his camera went black as she munched on his body. She had barely swallowed the man when she turned and charged at another. They watched as her wide open maw simply consumed him whole.
Half of the A.C.U. team was dead.
The explorer man turned around. "Evacuate the island."
Dearing shook her head, "We'd never reopen."
"That's your priority right now?!" Sara finally shouted. "You made a genetic monstrosity, raised it in isolation—she's clever enough to make a trap—,"
"It is an animal!" Dearing shouted again.
"She is seeing everything for the first time!" Sara shouted at her. "She's had no enrichment, no socialization. She does not know what she is!" She was breathing heavily, then pointed at the screen that was still showing the four flatlines. The four deaths. "But she's finding out right now."
The explorer man stepped closer, "Loud mouth is right," Sara whipped her head around to glare at the man. "She will kill everything that moves."
"You think the animal is contemplating its own existence?" Masrani asked, clasping his hands together in front of him.
The man nodded to Sara, "You listening to her? She is learning where she fits on the food chain. And I'm not sure you want her to figure that out. Now, Asset Containment can use live ammunition in an emergency situation. You have an M-one-thirty-four in your armory." He stood in front of Cruther's desk, looking up at Sara, Dearing, and Masrani, "Put it on a chopper, and smoke this thing!" He ordered, raising his voice.
"We have families here. I'm not going to turn this place into some kind of a war zone." Dearing snapped.
"You already have." The man coolly shot back.
"Mr. Grady, if you're not going to help, there's no reason for you to be in here." Dearing shot back sharply.
Grady, in a fit of rage, swiped his arm out and knocked the plastic dinosaurs sitting on Cruthers desk. He began to leave, but he stopped by Masrani and whispered something to him.
Sara slowly turned to Dearing, "You never had control." She shook her head. She looked over her shoulder, glaring at Masrani. She watched Grady walk back towards the elevator and went after him.
Grady's eyes widened when he realized he wasn't alone, "Hey, lady, look—,"
"We weren't formally introduced. My name is Sara Webb, I survived this island in ninety-three and survived Isla Sorna in ninety-seven and oh-three You're the only person I've met on this island who seems to have a lick of common sense and a few decent brain cells between their ears." She quickly introduced herself. Grady blinked, his expression changing to that of confusion and recognition. "My son is out by the gyrospheres and they haven't recalled the monorails yet. Is the fastest footpath up there still the Northwest Road?" She asked. That had been the main road to the Visitor Center at the old park. If she could find any semblance of familiarity on the old path, she could get to Jack.
"Northwest road?" Grady asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Sara wanted to groan. "Yes. It used to be the main road, did Masrani cover it?" She asked. In the beginning, Masrani had attempted to rebuild Jurassic Park as it was. The animals had been, more or less, acclimated to their pens, so it would've been an easier transition for them to be enclosed again. Evidently that hadn't happened since the whole layout of the park was different.
"I," Grady looked at her helplessly, "Don't know."
The elevator opened to the bottom floor and Sara huffed, "Never mind. You're slowing me down." She turned and began to march out of the elevator.
"Whoa-ho-ho, wait a minute." Grady caught her after two steps, standing between her and the door, "You can't go out there with that thing."
"Not to toot my own horn, but I can handle myself." Sara glared back at him.
"That's what the A.C.U. Team thought and now look at them." Grady argued. "I don't care who you are or who you think you are, but you are going back to your hotel or to the monorail station to wait for your kid."
An angry beast coiled around Sara's stomach as he spoke, it grew hot and hissed, seeping out of her through deep breaths. "You can either help me get my son back, or you can get out of my way."