Episode 1 - From Child to Elder
Isla Sorna's warm sun casted its light over the Bowmans. Paul and Deirdre were laying over the beach benches. Paul closed his eyes and trusted his wife to take care of things. Young Cathy wanted to explore the island and have fun, slightly annoyed by her mother's constant warnings. She knew her mother wanted the best for her, but she thought to herself that going far once in a while wouldn't hurt. She has a chicken sandwich with her in case she'll be hungry, a snack in case she would like to socialize with other kids and sunglasses. Just in case.
In her quest for curiosity and joy, she met an upstanding reptile who seemed interested in something. The reptile's big eyes and mischievous demeanor gave it a demeanor of a pigeon, and Cathy wanted to feed it.
Cathy: "You want some. boy? It tastes like chicken. Try it".
She threw a piece of her sandwich to the scaly pidgeon. The creature looked at the sky and squicked. Many scaly pigeons joined the feast. Cathy started to feel uncomfortable. She couldn't give her whole sandwich to weird pidgeon-lizard things. Her discomfort became pain when one of the pigeons decided it had enough of the sandwich and wanted to taste her instead. Cathy's screams echoed through Isla Sorna. The last thing she heard before passing out was her worried parents, and later an ambulance siren.
Cathy opened her eyes at the hospital and saw Heather Ludlow greeting her. There was something about the petite blonde who greeted her that inspired awe and accessibility at the same time. Heather was accompanied with a group of people who didn't seem as if they were genuinely worried about Cathy, but her parents knew better than to open their mouths.
Heather: "I'm so sorry. Your daughter deserves better than that. What happened there, anyway?".
Cathy: "I don't know. Some pigeons-lizards things came at me. I wanted to feed them, but… I don't know".
Heather: "These "pigeons' ' are called compsognathus, or compy for short. These nasty things are one of the reasons i don't like my uncle".
Paul: "Your uncle?".
Heather: "Yeah. The one and only John Hammond. I'm deeply sorry for his reckless behavior. I'll make it up for you. For all of you. If you need anything, tomorrow you'll get all the money you need for your daughter. Good night, and may god be with you".
At late night time, surrounded with darkness and cigarette smoke, Heather sat on her desk and talked with her subordinate on the phone.
Heather: "How's the girl, Dieter? Is she hanging on?".
Dieter: "Good thing it's not my child, or else i would be devastated".
Heather: "You're saying she's dead?".
Dieter: "She's alive. For now. These compies were savage. The kid will be lucky as hell to survive the night. She's struggling for every breath. Blood tests showed that she has a considerable amount of venom in her blood".
Heather turned off her last cigarette, smashed it in the ashtray and paused for a second. She took a deep breath and smiled.
Heather: "Excellent".
A tall man in a black leather coat looked at the sunrise from the train window. He used to call himself Doctor Ian Malcolm, but for the past 4 years he was known in nicknames such as "Jurassic Pothead", "Dinosaur's man" and "The Mosquito". He chose to be not to be too mad at the people who insulted him, as he knew some of them were motivated by hush money rather than maliciousness. There was a single person who had true malice behind the dehumanization he had been through for years. It wasn't any of his acquaintances. Not his old rival Hammond. Not even the lunatics from the train, who mocked him with fake dinosaurs roars and bad words. The only malicious person he had in mind was lurking in a cossy hall, and he was afraid of what he might do to his rival should he ever have a gun when the aforementioned dehumanizer is around.
InGen's board meeting has opened. The board of directors were whispering among themselves as if Steven Spielberg and Harvey Weinstein were arguing. They would've been arguing forever, until the sharp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor silenced them all. Heather opened the door, sat in her place and signed with her eyes to another board member to close it.
Heather: "good morning, dear board and management. I know you're a group of hardworking and resourceful people. I know you're doing your best on a daily basis. However, it's still not enough to stop InGen from crumbling under the weight of Hammond's hubris. All of your hard work is wasted. As Napoleon Bonaparte said, an army of lions led by a sheep is a waste. That's what we are, ladies and gentlemen. A group of brave and smart people led by a sheep who deludes himself to be a shepherd. As long as he's in charge, nothing we'll ever do will be enough. The losses of Donald Genaro, Ray Arnold and Robert Muldoon are just the beginning. I hope Cathy Bowman won't be the 4th victim of my uncle. Hammond isn't a bad person. He's a creative man, and for that he shall be respected. He's my uncle, and for that he shall be loved. But he's also a bad CEO, a bad leader and has a horrible judge of character, and for that he shall step aside and know his place. He brought us to the brink of extinction. It takes leadership, wisdom and resourcefulness to bring us back. Therefore, it's my moral and business obligation to step forward. I'm Heather Ludlow, and you can be part of the new and improved InGen. Join me and we'll make things right and profitable. If you want to make InGen great again, please raise your hand".
One hand reached for the skyline, and another, until the whole board became a single-mouthed skyscraper of usurping. Heather moved her eyes from one board member to another. She wished that her children would've been here and be proud of their mother.
John Hammond sat in his bed and drank hot camomile tea. He looked through his bedroom's window and saw the moon frowning at him. Tim and Lex were at his manor just an hour ago, yet it felt as if he hadn't seen them for the past 4 years. He knew their mother, his daughter, still hates him what happened in Isla Nublar. It was a failure 65 million years in the making. He should've listened to his old business partner Benjamin Lookwood and focus his efforts on mankind instead of taking shortcuts for dinosaurs…
He put the tea aside, not even finishing it, and was about to fall asleep, until he heard multiple footsteps coming at his way. The water was vibrating. Hammond could guess that the storm at his way goes well beyond the tea cup. He got off his bed and took his ambered kane and a handgun. He took a deep breath and embraced his most menacing look.
The old self-proclaimed creator walked through the hall in assertive steps. He opened the door in weary hands. Only his sheer will prevented him from panicking at the face of his niece and her armed associates.
Hammond: "Heather? What is the meaning of this? My sister did not raise you to come uninvited and aim guns at family in the middle of the night".
Heather: "Johnathan Parker Hammond, you've been declared unfitting to lead InGen anymore. You can stay here for the night, but tomorrow morning you're expected to look for a new place. In the meanwhile, my friends will sleep in the living room".
Hammond: "Why is everybody leaving me? Nedry destroyed my park, my own daughter rarely talks to me anymore, Malcolm was right and I was wrong, and now InGen is at the hands of a bloody backstabbing niece?".
Heather: "Well, don't just stand here. A little politeness would be nice. Ask us if we want something to drink".
Hammond: "Well then… I'll do as you asked, even though none of you really deserve it. But when I get back, I want to ask you how could you do this".
On his way to make hot beverages to his uninvited guests, Hammond took out his cellphone and sent a message to an old acquaintance. In his less than finest hour, even old rivals could be of assistance.