OLD Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom rewrite

I was reminded that I wrote this, and decided to reread for the first time in years. I did this rewrite I think a year or so after the film came out. I wanted to address some of my major issues with the film, and try to emphasize certain plot points that were either cut, misused, not used enough, or some that I made up.

This rewrite is very old and doesn't reflect my current stage of writing skills at all.

After rereading it, I remembered just how many bad habits I needed to break as a writer when I got back into writing last year.

Some highlights in this rewrite include:

Two indoraptors. One black, one white.

Mosasaurus boat attack.

I tried to give Owen some kind of arc, though honestly it doesn't really go anywhere lol.

Franklin is less annoying.

I tried to use the T-rex, Triceratops, Allosaurus, Gallimimus, and Mosasaurus a bit more than the film did.

New creatures include: Edmontosaurus and Microceratus.

Redesigned creatures: Allosaurus, Baryonyx, and Stegosaurus.

I tied the Indoraptor and Maisie more closely together. It ended up making a really stupid twist, but it's way more interesting to me than what the movie did which was literally nothing.

Even Wheatley gets an arc.

Despite my efforts back then to improve this story, it's still really bad. At best, it has some cool standalone moments. If I ever tried to rewrite this movie again, well, I wouldn't. I would just write my own trilogy in this universe at that point, but I'm not really that dedicated to fanfic type stuff. I'd rather just tell my own unique stories.

Anyway, here's my old FK rewrite:

Underwater, a large pair of metal gates slide open before the round, small submarine. The sounds of bubbles and the submarine’s propellers echo through the quiet Lagoon. The sub’s blue headlights mildly illuminate the Lagoon’s floor. Two men sit inside the aquatic vehicle in silence. The co-pilot’s right leg involuntarily shakes. The pilot attempts to make conversation.

“Can’t see a goddamn thing in here.” he said.

The tense co-pilot wipes sweat from his forehead. “Yeah.” he said as he nodded in agreement, though it looked less like nodding and more like anxious shaking.

The pilot spoke again. “Mosasaurus, I think. It’s supposed to eat sharks. Lucky for us, ain’t no sharks in here to eat. Big bastard’s probably dead by now.” the pilot said.

The pilot’s headset crackled with static followed by a voice. “Be advised Marine One. Land Six’s headset is malfunctioning. You’ll have to tell Air One when you’re out of there, so he can relay it to him.” said the voice on the other end. 

Marine One was caught off guard by this message. “Uh, copy that Air Two.” he replied. 

The co-pilot looks to Marine One. “I guess not all our gear’s waterproof.” he said.

Up above, near the Main Street of an abandoned Jurassic World: a tropical thunderstorm raged on. It drenched the island in heavy rain, and covered the night sky with bright lightning. Two dark blue “Bell UH-1H-BF Iroquois” Helicopters hovered above the Lagoon. One of the two helicopters lands- a mercenary in a yellow raincoat wielding a modern Lindstradt Air Rifle exits the chopper. He’s immediately greeted by the sound of something that sounds like a tweeting bird. It startled the man, he turned and noticed a small green Compsognathus staring at him, continuing to make tweeting noises. It looks curious but excited, like it wants to play. It repeatedly tilts its thin head side to side, and makes tiny hops. The man shakes his head, wipes the rain from his face and proceeds ahead, towards a small touch screen panel. It’s about fifteen feet away from the chopper, he comes up to the panel which reads “Lagoon gates open”. A black slimy substance slowly dissolving under the rain, drips from the screen. Around the panel are shredded remains of a yellow raincoat, and blood stains, covering the concrete before the jungle ahead.

The man forces himself to look away from the bloody scene. “a-alright I’m here Air One. Let me know when they’re out of the Lagoon.” the mercenary said into his headset.

“Copy that, be careful Land One.” said the pilot of the chopper, Air One.

Another man’s voice relays through Land One’s headset. “And hey- careful with that rifle. The neurotoxins in that thing’ll kill a man in one shot.” said Land Two, in the same helicopter.

“Right…” Land One nervously replied, he slowly set the gun down to his side. 

He began to wipe the black substance off the screen, but it burnt to the touch! He recoiled and yelped. He shook his hand, and quickly wiped the sludge away with his elbow.

In the helicopter: 

“You sure we shouldn’t tell the guys down there what happened?” Air One asked Land Two.

“Hell no, I don’t want ‘em bailing out on us before they finish the job.” said Land Two, with an air rifle in hand, trying to keep an eye on Land One’s surroundings.

The men in the Lagoon approach a pile of bones. “Is that it?” the co-pilot asked.

“Yep, there she is… the Indominus rex, chop it off and send her up.” said Marine One, upon witnessing the skeletal remains of the hybrid animal.

A mechanical arm extends from the left side of the sub, towards one of the rib bones, grabbing the bone with a two-fingered claw. The right arm extends with a spinning saw blade. The blade separates half of the bone from the rest of the rib. The claw detaches as a balloon snaps up from the mechanical wrist, it causes the claw to float up to the surface with the bone in tow. 

“Marine One to Air One, the sample is en-route.” Marine One called out.

“Copy that Marine One, now get the hell outta dodge.” Air Two replied.

The co-pilot sighed. “That was the longest five minutes of my life.” he nervously laughed. 

The co-pilot then dims the headlights of the sub. The sub slowly turns around back towards the gates. Lightning flashes above, and illuminates a large shadow behind them, the lightning fades. It flashes again and drowns out the sub's dimmer lights. The lightning fades away, the sub is gone and only the large shadow remains, the bottom of the Lagoon returns to darkness.

Land One kneeled before the screen. Air One’s voice relayed through his headset. "the sub team has retrieved the sample, should be out any minut-” Land One’s headset is yanked off by a Compsognathus, the critter runs away into the jungle as it tweets and hoots.

“Hey!” He yelled to the fleeing creature.

“What happened!?” Land Two tried asking, but to no avail due to the combined noises of the storm and the chopper.

Land One turns around and begins waving his arms. “I can’t hear you! I’m going to close the gates! tell Marine One to leave right now!” he attempted to convey his words with his arms.

“What? I’m coming over there!” Land Two said.

He exits the chopper with his rifle and walks towards Land One, heavy rain beats the top of his head. Thunder pounds, and shakes the ground beneath him, though there wasn’t any lightning beforehand. He doesn’t think much of it… but it gets heavier and heavier, the closer he gets to Land One. 

“What the hell?” he said under his breath as he stopped. 

He looked up into the trees, his eyes widened! He loses grip of his rifle and runs back to the chopper.

“Alright, closing.” Land One said to himself, time to get out of here. 

He grabs his rifle and puts it under his arm, he then notices the ground shake as well-- his nerves force him to look up into the trees… he walks backwards towards the chopper, with the end of his rifle facing the vehicle. Air One slides the chopper's cockpit door open.

"Hey! hey! come on!" he shouted intensely at Land One. Who was facing the trees about eight feet ahead. Now lightning is accompanying the thunder, the bright lights luminate the silhouette of a large reptile-like head in the trees. Every lightning flash reveals the titan’s location. It gets closer, growling and breathing heavily. The trees around the creature sway and crack. It exits the jungle, it opens its massive jaws and aggressively roars at Land One! A Tyrannosaurus rex, a mere few feet away from him. The heavy roar startles Land One, and causes him to hit the trigger of the dart rifle, which was pointed towards the chopper's cockpit. The dart flies, Land One drops the gun. Air One collapses, Land Two panics and throws Air One’s corpse out of the chopper and enters the cockpit.

“We’re leaving!” Land Two shouted to the chopper’s co-pilot. 

Land One makes a run for the chopper, which is beginning to lift off without him. The rex moves toward him and kicks the panel over, causing it to interrupt the closing of the Lagoon’s gates. The co-pilot exits the cockpit and releases the ladder for Land One to climb on to. Land One is running for his life, desperately trying to reach the ladder. The rex is knocking over everything around them as she runs towards him. Both the pursuing rex, and Land One are trying to keep their balance on the rain-soaked concrete. Land One runs around a toppled maintenance truck, giving him some distance. The rex stops, and uses her large head to push the truck off to the side with ease, and quickly catches back up to Land One, her nostrils flare as she opens her jaws for a strike- but he’s just grabbed the ladder! He begins climbing to join Land Two and the co-pilot within the safety of the vehicle, but the chopper stops moving. Land One feels a heavy force pulling on the ladder, he looks down, the rex grabbed it with her mouth! She’s pulling on the ladder, shaking it around, but making sure not to use too much force causing it to break and lose her prey.

“We’re gonna stall! Cut the damn ladder!” Land Two yelled from the cockpit.

The co-pilot pulls out a knife and reluctantly attempts to cut the thick ropes that comprise the ladder. Land One rapidly ascends, begging for his life- just a little more! Don’t cut it yet! The rex, with her immense strength, accidentally rips off the section of the ladder that it had gripped, freeing the chopper crew from the jaws of death. She lets out a long, irritated roar at the chopper as it flies away. Land One begins cheering and thanking God. The co-pilot joins in his cheering. Out of the water below, another set of jaws ascends towards Land One. It chomps down, taking him and the rest of the ladder down with it. The aquatic Mosasaurus swims away with another snack. The co-pilot looks down in shock.

“Air Two, have you procured the sample?” Land Two asked into his headset.

“Affirmative, already departed.” Air Two responded.

In the second chopper, one of the mercenaries seals the bone in a case. 

“Sample secured, I'll let the boss know we got the job done.” he said to Air Two, as they continue to gain distance from the abandoned island. 

The massive Mosasaurus swims ahead and exits the half-closed gates, entering a river leading to the open sea.

“Three years after the fall of Jurassic World, the debate over Isla Nublar rages on. The island's long dormant volcano, reclassified as active has shown considerable unrest in recent months. Geologists now predict an extinction level event will kill off the last living dinosaurs on the planet.” An english woman on a BBC news broadcast explained. Footage of Nublar’s volcano and dinosaurs are featured. “Since the disaster that shocked the world in twenty-fifteen, the Masrani Corporation has paid out more than eight-hundred-million dollars in damages to settle class action lawsuits brought by survivors.” Footage of flying reptiles attacking guests at Jurassic World is shown. “Activist groups have mobilized around the globe, in what has become the flashpoint animal rights issue of our time.” Footage of protests by such groups is shown. “With an eruption expected at any moment, the U.S. Senate has convened a special committee, to answer a grave moral question: Do dinosaurs deserve the same protections given to other endangered species, or should they be left to die?” Aerial footage looks down to two light grey Triceratops obscured by jungle, feeding on the ferns below.

“Of course they should die. Ah if I may, we were the ones who tinkered with the natural flow of time. And now, that is being corrected.” Dr. Ian Malcolm suggested, present at a senate hearing.

“Are you saying that God is getting involved?” one of the senators asked.

“That’s, uh not quite where I was going, senator. With all due respect, what I’m saying is that in the last century, we amassed a landmark technological power. And we’ve, time and time again, proven… that we are incapable of using that power responsibly. I mean, eighty years ago, who could’ve predicted nuclear proliferation? But then, ah, there it was. And now, here we are with this new godlike genetic power, and before long, it too will spread around the globe and, what’s gonna be done with it? Well, it probably won’t stop with de-extinction.”

“I’m not quite following, Dr. Malcolm.” the Senator replied.

“I’m... suggesting man-made, cataclysmic change.” Malcolm said, with deep concern in his voice and mannerisms. 

“Change?” the Senator impatiently asked.

“Change... is like death. You don’t know what it looks like until you’re standing at the gates.”

Three Starbucks coffees in a paper cup holder in one arm, cell phone in the other and a look of sharp focus in her eyes, locked to the phone. Claire Dearing attempts to exit a half-opened pair of elevator doors. Without taking her eyes off the phone, she kicks one of the doors causing them to proceed, she’s done this about a million times by now. She enters a busy office space, the structure of the building is of questionable integrity, needless to say it was sold for a low price.

A young woman with short black hair and round, pink glasses sits at a desk with her black sneakers kicked up on said desk, she’s on the phone. “Actually, there she is right now, Congresswoman Delgado.” she said, making the caller’s name apparent to Claire. 

Claire approaches her. She lazily hands her the phone as Claire sets down the coffee, taking one out for herself. 

“Hi, I’m Claire, I’m the lead organizer of DPG.” She said into the phone, she begins walking away from the young woman. 

Claire turns back around and crosses her fingers, the young woman returns the gesture, though with less enthusiasm. Claire turns back.

“Yes ma’am but may I just have a few seconds?” Claire asked, she pauses… she turns around again, and looks at the young woman in suspense… the Congresswoman responds. Claire’s face shifts to a look of surprise, the woman said yes. Claire pumps her fist, she walks off and continues speaking to the Congresswoman. 

A scrawny young man with dark curly hair and thin round glasses walks towards the young woman’s desk. 

“You’re lucky she got here before they hung up this time.” the young man said.

The young woman sighed and grabbed her coffee. “No kidding.” she said before taking a sip. 

The young man grabs the last cup. 

Releasing the drink from her lips, she exhales and raises her eyebrows at her fellow intern. “So Franklin, how’s your whole “take it easy” life-style workin’ out for ya?” the young woman condescendingly asked as she scrunched her nose. “I’m sure you’re havin’ a helluva time refreshing those mentions.”

Franklin rolls his eyes. “Hey, what I do is a happy balance of being productive and staying out of trouble.” He takes a sip of coffee. “The good life, Zia.” he said, returning to his desk ahead.

“And you’re being productive, how?” Zia remarked.

“Well, considering I basically run the whole organization almost single-handedly from the safety of this beautifully run-down office space.” Franklin squinted, confident in his statement as he sat down at his desk. “And at least I actually do something with my job, unlike miss paleo-vet over here, who’s never actually seen a dinosaur before.” he said. 

“Hey, neither have you pal.” she replied. 

“And yet, I’m still happy.” he said.

Zia mimicked his words under her breath in a high-pitched voice, then hurled the paper-cup holder at his head.

Claire continued her conversation on the phone. “Do you have kids, Congresswoman?” Claire asked. She gets a yes. “So, your kids, they love dinosaurs right?” Another yes. 

“See, all of the kids who grew up with living, breathing dinosaurs are gonna have to watch them go extinct. Not unless you help us.” 

Claire listens for a response, she receives a positive one. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you so much! Yes ma’am, have a good day.” 

She hangs up the phone relieved, throwing a thumbs up to Zia and Franklin. Zia smiles. Franklin’s focus remains on repeatedly pressing the CTRL and R keys on his keyboard, eagerly waiting for someone to mention the Dinosaur Protection Group’s Twitter handle.

“Claire, it’s on!” said a man next to the TV, across the room.

“Turn it up.” Claire said.

“… after thorough deliberations, the committee has resolved not to recommend any legislative action regarding the de-extinct creatures on Isla Nublar. This is an act of God, and while of course, we feel great sympathy for these animals, we cannot condone government involvement, on what amounts to a privately-owned venture.” Declared a Senator during a broadcasted press hearing. 

Everyone in the office space is filled with disappointment, Claire turns around and notices this. 

“Alright, back to work everyone, come on, back to work.” She walks to her own desk, her phone begins to ring. She hurries over to answer. 

“Am I speaking with Ms. Dearing?” a woman on the phone asked.

“Yes, yes, this is Claire Dearing.” she responded, her eyes light up. 

“Good morning. I'm calling from Mr. Benjamin Lockwood's estate. Would you mind holding for a second?” the woman asked.

“Yes, of course.” Claire answered and happily grinned. 

Claire is transported in a limousine through the woodlands of California, towards the estate. It’s a large mansion, sitting in the middle of the Californian forest. Claire exits the limousine, staring at the manor in awe. She approaches the door and rings the doorbell. The door is answered only a few seconds later, by an elderly woman. 

“Ah Ms. Dearing, you’re quite early, but please step in.” she said.

Claire nods her head and enters the manor, immediately encapsulated by the various decor in the foyer.

“I will inform Mr. Mills that you’ve arrived.” said the elderly woman.

Claire finds a wall which displays multiple old portraits of men in suits. She stops to observe one portrait in particular, which features a proud, jolly-looking old man holding a cane with a mosquito encased in amber at the tip.

“John Alfred Hammond. The father of Jurassic Park, not like I need to tell you that.” said a timid looking man with brown hair in a standard black business suit, stopped on the staircase at the end of the foyer. He continues stepping down.

“Hi, Claire, I’m-I’m Eli Mills. I work for Benjamin Lockwood. We’ve actually met once, you and I, about 8 years ago-eh you wouldn’t remember.”

“Of course I remember. You’ve been under Mr. Lockwood since…” 

“College, wow, you actually remembered. Yeah, I’ve been told I have a hard time making good first impressions, standing out.” said Mills with a chuckle. “No-yeah, he wanted someone who was young, and idealistic to expand his fortune... And I used to be both.” They both laugh.

Mills sighs and comfortably smiles. “Follow me.”

He leads her into the Museum Parlor, a large room which houses skeletons of many dinosaurs and other extinct taxa. A large three-horned Agujaceratops skull being the centerpiece. 

“Lemme let you in on something. This is where it all started, before Sorna, Nublar, Jurassic Park, everything. Hammond and Lockwood had a laboratory built in the sub-basement, where they extracted the first DNA from amber, right beneath our feet.” Mills explained.

“My god, what they did here, was truly a miracle.” Claire said as she observed the various skeletons in the vast room.

“I agree Claire, and the fruits of their efforts must never be forgotten. Mr Lockwood has a plan, Claire, and he wants you at the forefront of the whole thing.” he said, leading Claire towards a small diorama of an island.

“We have a remote piece of land. A sanctuary, if you will. Protected by natural barriers, fully self-sustaining. A safe, untouched world, without boundaries, without volcanoes... and without people.” Mills said.

“And without people like me, Ms. Dearing.” said a sickly old man entering the room in a wheelchair, he wielded a cane not dissimilar to John Hammond’s. He greets her with a handshake. “It’s delightful to see you once again my dear.” 

“Likewise, Mr. Lockwood. Beautiful estate you have.” said Claire.

Lockwood smiles and moves closer to the diorama, staring at it gleefully. “This is what John Hammond truly wanted. To let these creatures live in peace. That is why we recently purchased this island, so the animals may live on without our influence. Of course, Eli suggested that we bring the animals here for one last check-up, before we let them go for good.” He explained. Lockwood took a breath, then continued on. “I’ll never forget John’s words back in the day: “These creatures require our absence to survive, not our help.” 

As Lockwood goes on, Claire sees a little girl with long brunette hair watching them from the floor above, the girl runs away upon being noticed. 

“And if we could only step aside… and trust in nature. Life will find a way.” 

He looks at his cane and laments. 

“When we were young, we both shared this passion, John and I. What fools we were. Trying to run before we’d even learned how to walk. As all young men do, I suppose. But, we learned. Unfortunately in the end, it drove us apart. Life teaches us some very hard lessons… doesn’t it, Claire?”

“Yes” Claire responded with a sympathetic smile.

Lockwood stares into Claire’s face, recognizing a youthful determination he once had and nods his head. “I suppose, we could both use a touch of redemption, couldn’t we?” he said.

“Well, the most important thing for now is saving those animals.” Claire said with a kind, yet commanding tone.

Lockwood unenthusiastically huffed in agreement as he smiled, wanting to say something about Claire’s apparent obsession with saving them, but he isn’t sure if he can’t find the words or the courage to say it.

“Sir Benjamin.” said the elderly woman from before.

“Agh, my bloody medicines. Please excuse me, Claire.” 

As Lockwood moves along, he says: “Eli here will fill you in on the rest.” he grabs her hand. 

“We will save them. What a gift, for our children.” he said emotionally. 

“Thank you.” Claire smiles.

Lockwood exits the room, the elderly woman tries to push the wheelchair for him, but he refuses, she pushes it anyway.

“Does he have children? I saw up there was a little girl-”

“He has a grandchild, his daughter died in an accident.” Mills said.

“That’s awful.” 

“Yes… but, thankfully she’s very happy here, with him.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Claire asked.

In Mills’ office: 

“There was a tracking system in place at the park. You know it, radio frequency ID chips in each dinosaur.” Mills said, swiping various imagery across a holographic table.

“Yes of course.” Claire confirmed.

“Right, and if we could access that system, our ability to locate and capture those animals safely will increase ten-fold. We need your handprint and authorization to access that system, yes?”

Claire nods.

“Right, but what I really need Claire, is your first-hand knowledge of the park.”

“How many can we save?” she asked.

“At best, eleven species. We’ll of course make the attempt for more, but time is not on our side, I’m afraid.” he said.

“There is one animal that poses a challenge for us.” Mills expands an image of a Velociraptor. “Blue.” Claire added.

“So it has a name…” Mills said with a hint of intrigue. “Well, Blue is potentially the second most intelligent piece of life on this planet. And she’s the last of her kind. She especially needs to be preserved.” 

“She can smell your scent from a mile away, there’s no way to capture her.” Claire explained. 

“Well, I think…” He leans onto the table. “you know a guy who can help with that.” Mills said with raised eyes and brows.

Claire sighs. “Right…” she said with a shiver.

Claire drives up the California mountainside, she approaches Owen Grady’s abode. She exits her vehicle, having arrived at the currently under-construction cabin. Owen exits the skeletal frame of the building. 

"What the f-" Claire said to herself, upon seeing Owen with a toolbelt on his waist, a smug grin on his face, and a long flow of blonde hair on his head. 

"Claire! fancy seein' you out in this neck o’ the woods." said Owen while approaching the surprised woman. "Want a drink? I know a kick-ass bar” 

Claire exhales in frustration.

Owen’s grin shifts from a full display of his teeth to a half-smirk. “Yeah, my pride and joy right here-" Owen briefly shifts his cheek to the cabin. “Forced me to dip into my savings.”

Claire points her eyes to his hair.

"Oh this? Yeah I've been so caught up in the construction of my man mansion, it kinda got away from m-" Owen is interrupted by Claire pulling off his obvious wig. He closes his eyes tight.

"You're really bored out here, aren't you?" Claire asked, holding up the wig.

Owen opens his eyes, and loosens his shoulders. “Oh, you have no idea.” he said.

Claire makes her way back to her car. “Also there’s no way you’re calling this place a “man mansion”, you’re just saying that to piss me off.” She opens the driver side door.

Owen chuckled.

In the bar: 

"Rescue Blue huh? I'm in." said Owen, wielding a glass of beer.

"Really? Just like that?" Claire responded, surprised.

"Of course, she's my last raptor, 'course I wanna make sure she's safe."

"Wow… okay great! I mean, I just thought-you know, after you said you never wanted to see another dinosaur again and then you ran away from everything, from me, from your responsibilities- Anyway, so we'll be departing by plane tomorrow morning. We will be accompanied by a couple of my employees and one Ken Wheatley and his men. He's an experienced wildlife hunter and-" 

"I'm out." Owen suddenly said.

"What? why?" Claire asked.

"Wheatley, bad guy." Owen answered.

"What? How do you know him?" Claire asked.

"Back in my navy days, that prick tried ta sell my dolphins I’d been trainin’. Almost got away with it too, before I caught him tryin' ta kidnap 'em.” Owen nods his head. “I kicked him in the balls. If he's going, I'm not." Owen said, taking a sip of his beer.

"Well, he's already there. Either way… Blue is alive, Owen. You're really just gonna abandon her there? You know what's gonna happen to that island…" said Claire.

"I do know what’s gonna happen, And that's why I was about to tell you not to go. Plus, Blue's better off burning alive than whatever that old weasel has planned for her. Guarantee he's gonna try ta sell her off for a higher price than whatever Lockwood's paying him. Just ta get back at me." Owen explained. 

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen. And you know Lockwood's loaded, right? He lives in a mansion… a real one, not a man mansion or whatever." she said.

"Sorry, not workin' with that guy." said Owen.

"If you don't help us, we can't find her." Claire complained.

Owen subtly shakes his head, saying no. “Don’t go, babe. It’s dangerous.” 

Claire stares at him, disappointed. "You've got until morning to think about it… to think about Blue." Claire exits the bar. Owen sits alone in thought.

Later after the sun had set, in his RV; Owen watched a video of himself raising the infant raptors.

“Aye aye aye aye, not the boots. Delta, back up. Ack! Charlie, you too. I’m throwin’ food out for you guys, why ya bitin’ my boots for? Hyper as hell today.” the raptors screech and growl as they play around. 

“There ya go, go catch it. Good one Echo. Alright calm down, sheesh-woah!” Owen witnesses Blue calling to the other raptors, causing them to stop and stand still in front of Owen. 

“Woah! Did you get that?” He asked the person holding the camera. 

Present day Owen fixes his eyes on the footage of Blue. He taps the spacebar, pausing the video and closes the laptop. Behind the laptop sits a framed picture of him and Claire together. He reminisces on the two relationships. Tilting his head back in his seat, he quickly exhales in frustration.

“Pack enough bug spray, toothpick?” Zia said to Franklin as they unloaded their luggage from a baggage cart.

“Yeah- too bad I forgot a fly swatter.” he replied while making a swinging motion towards her.

Claire stares off into the distance. Owen isn’t coming, is he? She thought. She boards the plane.

“Y’know, I’ve never actually flown before.” Franklin brought up.

“Look on the brightside, if you get scared, that big guy in the back can hold you.” Zia said, pointing at Owen sleeping in the back-most seat. 

“Owen!” Claire exclaimed.

Owen slowly sits up and yawns “We there already?” he asked.

“Ahem, this is Zia Rodriguez, paleo-veterinarian .” Claire said. She and Owen shake hands.

“Damn girl, you got a mean grip.” Owen mentioned as the cessna made its way down the runway.

“You bet.” she replied.

“Not the only thing mean about her... Franklin Webb, systems analyst.” he introduced himself, they shook hands.

“Sorry to break it to ya but her grip’s stronger buddy.” Owen remarked. 

“He doesn’t get out very much.” Zia said.

“Oh and you do?” Franklin replied.

Owen looks at Claire. “Oh you think this is bad, wait until we throw Wheatley into the mix.”

The cessna takes off.

“Maisie!” The elderly woman yells throughout the manor. “Maisie! Bugger all, the girl’s always into some trouble-Maisie!” she yelled a final time. 

An ominous aura fills the vast parlor, it’s silent… something causes a stir among the leaves in one of the displays. The woman stares at the carnivorous Concavenator statue- a creature appears in front of her face! 

“Boo!” shouted the little girl from across the room, dangling a plastic T-rex toy from a string attached to a hadrosaur skeleton, frightening the woman. 

“Oh you silly sausage! One of these days you just might be the death of me, what would you do then, girl? Go live in the forest with the lions?” 

Maisie chuckles. “There are no lions in the forest Iris” She walks towards Iris.

“Your grandfather’s been wanting to see you.” Iris told her.

“Really?” She asked excitedly.

“Mhm, so you need to go see your grandfather and then you go straight to your bath.” Iris commanded.

Maisie sighs. “But I don’t wanna bath.”

“Excuse me girl? Queen’s english please! Bahth!”

“Bahth” Maisie repeated lazily.

“Bahth” Iris repeated back to her. 

“Bahth”

“Bahth, girl, not bath. You’re not a wild animal.”

Maisie roars in Iris’ face, startling the woman again.

“Now please settle down and behave before your grandfather.”

Lockwood is in his bed, looking through a photo album of a girl.

“Hi grandpa” Maisie said, as Iris lets her in.

“Ah, there you are, I’ve missed you.” he replied and set the book to his side.

Maisie sits at the foot of the bed. “I just went on safari, all the way through the cretaceous and to the jurassic, in just one day.”

“My, well, what did you see?” The elderly man asked his granddaughter.

“Mostly herbivores, there was one T-rex though.” she reported. “Casualties of course, Iris included. But she died of a heart attack before it ate her.”

Lockwood chuckles. “You have your mother’s wicked sense of humor.”

Maisie glances at the photo album next to Lockwood. “Do I look like her?”

Iris looks at Lockwood with concern, wondering what he’ll say.

“Oh certainly, you resemble her very image.” he stated.

Maisie is delighted to hear this. She looks across the room, next to the window: at a diorama of the original Isla Nublar Jurassic Park.

“Did mother ever visit the park?” she asked.

“Oh yes, once… A long time ago. She actually saw a more completed version of the park that even I never had the chance to see. Yes, she would’ve wanted to save them too.” Lockwood said as he stared at the diorama.

At dusk, Claire’s cessna approaches the coast of Isla Nublar, baked in golden light. Claire looks upon the lush island with respect, as they approach the interior. Owen stares attentively at the ash-cloud covered Mt. Sibo volcano. Below, a small militaristic camp is set up. An older fellow dressed in light tan safari attire watches the plane’s approach.

“Claire.” Ken Wheatley shouted, tipping his cap to her as she exited the plane. The volcano filled the air with vibrations.

“Quite the operation you have going on here.” she said, observing the large number of armed men and military vehicles. Cages containing tranquilized dinosaurs are hauled around by trucks. A small number of herbivorous dinosaurs, such as orange, lanky Gallimimus, large gray Apatosaurus and orange-bodied Edmontosaurus with lime-green faces are among them.

“Mr. Lockwood takes his humanitarian efforts very seriously.“ He said with a squint and a smile. “So where’s our “raptor wrangler?”” he asked in a gruff tone.

Owen exits the cessna. “Hey Ken, how’re your balls?” he taunted.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Aquaman, heard you moved from training fish to lizards.” Wheatley commented.

“Mammals to birds, actually.” Owen said rapidly, getting closer to Wheatley. “I’m gonna go ahead and make this very clear, you keep your hands off my raptor, capiche? She’s going straight to Lockwood’s manor, and then safely over to that other island. And then I’m goin’ home.” Owen demanded.

“You got my word brother, I didn’t have any plans.” Wheatley raised his left hand above his shoulder and promised.

“Yeah, you better not, your nuts probably can’t handle another blow.” Owen turns to the grumbling volcano.

Franklin stares at it as well. “It’s uh… it’s a lot hotter up close.” he said nervously.

“Which is precisely why we need to get a move-on.” Wheatley said as a gray, armored “BAE Caiman” truck stopped in front of them. Wheatley looks to Claire. “Alrighty lead the way, miss manager.”

Multiple trucks depart the camp. 

Wheatley’s men open a high voltage gate for the trucks to enter.

In one of the trucks: “So uh, do any gaming, Owen?” Franklin asked. 

Owen shakes his head without saying a word, trying to disassociate from the young man.

Franklin looks down and twiddles his fingers, he hesitantly looks back and forth to the armed men he’s sitting in between. 

“You guys?”... They sit in silence. Franklin nods. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be a lovely trip.” he said to himself.

Wheatley leans forward. “So you think the uh, T-rex is still kickin’?” he asked Claire.

Zia chimes in. “We can’t be sure how long a cloned organism could survive in a completely different environment from the one it inhabited almost 70 million years ago.” 

Wheatley glanced to Zia, then back at Claire, switching his gaze repeatedly between the two in a passive aggressive manner. “Did I look like I was askin’ you?” He responded.

“Hey, I’m doin’ you a favor dude. This is probably the best education you’ve received in your whole life.” she said. 

Wheatley raises his eyebrows, he’s impressed at her tenacity. 

“Look at it like this, introduce a caveman into the modern age, give him healthcare, feed him prime meals. He’s gonna live five times as long.” Zia explained.

Wheatley puffed out his lower lip and nodded in mild fascination. “Girl sounds like she knows her stuff. Try not to die out there, seems like we need ya.” Wheatley said to Zia. Owen stares at him cautiously.

The trucks drive through the jungles and marsh of Nublar. Everything that was once part of a fully operational theme park is now demolished and sitting in overgrowth. The old monorail system has collapsed into the Lagoon.

“Oh my god…” Claire stares out the window. “The gates to the Lagoon are open…”

Owen looks as well. “Another problem for another day.” he said.

“Why’s that a problem?” Wheatley asked.

“Because that river connects to the ocean.” Owen answered.

“Why would they connect it to the ocean?” Zia asked. 

Franklin butts in. “I think dad said they had to supply the big thing in there with a bunch of salt water for some reason. I guess they thought the quickest way to do that was to connect the Lagoon to that river.”

Wheatley looks at Franklin confused.

Claire begins to explain. “Franklin’s father worked for Jurassic World, he designed much of the park, before-” Claire stops herself and glances at Franklin, he adjusts in his seat. “...um, before the park shut down.” she concluded.

“I bet it was chlorine.” Zia brought up, coming out of a deep thought process.

“What?” Claire asked.

“They probably filled the Lagoon with chlorine water at first, maybe the Mosasaurus’ body had some kind of-negative reaction to it. So, maybe they flushed the salt water in to help the chlorine evaporate or cleanse it or something. Probably had to rush the job before the park opened.” she explained.

Claire absorbs the information, she’s disturbed she was never told any of this if it’s true.

Owen looks out the window, at the ruins of the park. “Just one of many mistakes made by the creators of Jurassic World.” he said.

All of the attractions are ravaged… and the Main Street is a wasteland of broken buildings, scattered merchandise and debris, the Innovation Center is in ruins. Claire and Owen look at everything, and then look at eachother. Their old lives are long gone. 

“Bad memories?” Wheatley asked.

Owen tilted his head as he looked up to the ceiling. “Some were good.” he replied.

Claire glanced at Owen, then down to the floor.

The trucks stop in front of the Innovation Center, thunderous stomps shake the street. Everyone tries to look out the small windows.

Franklin looked to Zia. “Health-care T-rex?” he sarcastically asked, snickering at her. 

She doesn’t react at all, Franklin’s grin weakens. Zia’s attention is locked outside. 

“Oh my God…” she uttered, looking out the small window of the truck. 

She suddenly darts out the back doors. 

“Hey!” Owen shouted. 

“Zia wait!” Claire yelled, trying to grab her.

“Hey brat!” Wheatley chases her. “This area’s not secure you need to-” Wheatley is shut up, upon seeing the cause of the shaking. 

Zia stares up at something tall. Everyone stops, in awe of what they’re seeing. A Brachiosaurus slowly strides along the road, the warm light from the setting sun reflects and glistens from the tall animal’s scaly skin. It lets out a long, beautiful hum, it stops in front of the Innovation Center. Another Brachiosaurus replies from a few miles away. The closer animal feeds on a palm tree. Franklin exits the truck, he turns and sees the tall sauropod. He stumbles backwards and clumsily lands his ass on the ground. He starts laughing nervously, in disbelief at the towering titan before him.

Zia bawls and sniffles. Claire grabs her shoulders. “Pretty isn’t she?” asked Claire. 

“Jokes on you miss manager, I get to see her for free.” Zia said, laughing and crying.

Her joy spreads to Owen, causing him to smirk. 

Wheatley adjusts the pouch of sedatives wrapped around his right shoulder. “Alright folks, we’re not here to enjoy the sights, back in the truck.” he suggested.

Franklin stays on the ground, his eyes light up and his quivering jaw hangs down. He can’t take his eyes off the glorious animal.

The trucks pass the long decayed corpse of a Peloroplites nodosaurid, and arrive at a small gray bunker next to a radio tower. Claire, Owen and the rest exit the trucks. One of Wheatley’s men forces open an electrical panel for Franklin. Franklin plugs a tablet into one of the ports. Wheatley crouches next to Franklin. “You alright, kid? You looked like you saw a pair of tits for the first time or somethin’” Wheatley asked Franklin. 

Franklin swipes around on his tablet, he chuckles. “It’s amazing, seeing them up close for the first time.” Franklin quickly glances at Wheatley, back to his tablet, then he looks at him again. “And then, I look at you and I wanna puke.” he said.

Wheatley rolls his eyes. “Alright, tiger back to work.”

Owen watches the perimeter, suddenly the sound of the volcano gets his attention. It’s dangerously close to erupting. The native wildlife is startled, birds fly away from the area.

“Almost there, almost there… and... open.” said Franklin, having forced the bunker’s doors open through his tablet.

“Cover the door!” Wheatley shouted to his men.

The door opens, the armed men enter first. 

“After you, tiger.” Franklin said to Wheatley.

Wheatley huffed, Franklin wasn’t sure whether Wheatley was impressed or just kinda ticked off, or a little bit of both.

Further into the facility: 

Wheatley scanned the concrete room with his eyes. “How do we know these tracking devices still work? Shouldn’t they be dead outta juice?” he asked as Franklin sits in a desk chair and plugs his tablet into another panel.

Owen focuses on a number of monitors mounted on the wall in front of a desk. “The chips die when the dinos die, they’re powered by their body heat and movement.” he answered. 

“I didn’t know you knew that.” said Claire.

“I like to keep myself in the loop.” Owen responded.

Franklin quickly snaps his fingers. “Hand.” he said to Claire, pointing to a small biometric scanner on the wall. 

Claire presses her hand on it, immediately causing the lights in the room to power on, and the main monitors to display various scans of the island. 

Wheatley observes the monitors. “There they all are, more of ‘em left than I thought. There’s our boat on the north dock.” he pointed.

“How many have you captured so far?” Claire asked.

“Less than twenty. 'ey, four-eyes, can you isolate that raptor?” he answered, then asked.

“How do I do that, Claire?” Franklin asked.

“You need a species code, D-9 is Blue. But I’m not sure which program you need to open-”

“Found it, tracking now.” Franklin said, having already found out what program to use and commands to input. Before long, a red blip showing “D-9 x: 56.301 y: 21.239” is expanded on one of the monitors. 

Owen nods. “There she is, I’m headin’ back to the truck.” he said.

“I’m coming with, we don’t know what condition she’s in.” said Zia, she begins towards the exit.

Wheatley turns to Zia “You sure about that, kid? Things could get hairy out there.” Wheatley pointed out.

“I didn’t come all this way not to do my job.” she replied and walked out of the bunker, Wheatley shrugs and follows her.

“Hey, Owen… be careful, okay?” said Claire. 

Owen stops and turns back around, he walks towards her.

“Listen, if I don’t make it…” he said emotionally. “...keep the wig to remember me by.” he said, sarcastically smiling. He turns back around. Claire rolls her eyes.

She turns back to Franklin. “Alright Franklin, we’re gonna stay here and help Wheatley’s guys locate the animals.”

Owen approaches Wheatley. “I want a couple of your men to stay here with them.” Owen said to Wheatley.

“With all due respect, we’re gonna need all the help out there we can get.” Wheatley stopped and replied.

“Well, with all due respect," Owen said mimicking Wheatley's voice and mannerisms. "they’re vulnerable in here, that tunnel over there…” Owen points to a large tunnel. 

“connects to the rest of the park.” he added.

Wheatley cocks his jaw in thought. “Alright, fine.” he said. He nods to two of his men, they nod back.

In the dense jungle: 

A group of small yellow Microceratus drink from a puddle. They’re startled by the large trucks passing by and scurry into the brush,

“We’re not gonna get any closer to her in this thing.” Owen mentioned, looking at a small tablet tracking Blue’s location. 

“Let’s stop here.” he said.

“Hold up!” Wheatley shouted to the driver.

They stop. “Lock and load, boys.” he said to his men. He begins to load blue sedative darts into his rifle.

“Keep your distance, please.” Owen told Wheatley.

Wheatley nods. “Will do, Aquaman.” he replied.

Owen sneaks through a damp, narrow creek. He notices the skeleton of an extremely large crocodilian, definitely another de-extinct creature. Deinosuchus, if he remembers correctly. A cawing noise catches his attention from the sky above, the distant silhouettes of a large group of gray Pteranodons are distancing themselves from the volcano. 

He continues through the jungle, finally he finds tracks, two-toed Velociraptor tracks.

“Wheatley I’m on fresh sign, wait on my signal, over.” he said into his radio. 

Further ahead, Owen notices a broken fence at the top of a tall concrete moat. He finds an extremely old jeep laying upside down on the ground, at the foot of a tree. Vibrations from the volcano reverberate through the jungle, like a large subwoofer. Owen slowly approaches the vehicle, something is causing the foliage around it to shuffle.

“There you are…” he whispered.

A creature’s head pops up and screeches at him, it jumps out, a Compsognathus. Multiple others jump out and run past him. While he’s distracted-the much larger Velociraptor jumps on top of the jeep and wails at him! Owen turns around. She begins hissing and tapping her toe claws rapidly. She seems thinner than he remembered. Which is strange because according to the tracking system, she has plenty of food. Maybe she’s facing competition with the other carnivores?

“Hey girl, ya miss me?” he asked cautiously while holding his hands up towards her, gripping a clicker in his left. She replies by shrieking and jumping off the jeep, slowly approaching him, continuing to hiss and growl. She may be undernourished, but she’s as lively as ever.

“Easy, easy, hey!” he shouted at her, standing his ground, extending a hand to her. 

Blue eases her muscles, lowering her hostility.

“I broutcha somethin’.” Owen said, as he dangled a small piece of meat in front of her. 

“Here ya go.” He inches closer to her.

The raptor purrs, beginning to calm down... “That’s right, easy.” Owen uttered.

She extends her mouth open, ready to catch the meat. 

“That’s it.” He tosses the meat at her face, she catches it and swallows it. “There ya go.” he said, but she seems to get riled up again, and slowly tries to move around his raised arms, to his unguarded side.

“Hey hey hey easy, easy…” he begins to press the clicker. “Come on, you know me. eyes on me, eyes on me…” He extends his right hand to her, she’s starting to calm down again, they mutually close the distance. The more savage side to her nature subsides.

“Yeah, you know me.” He reaches closer to touch her snout, she begins to purr and gurgle, she’s easing up to him. “That’s right, that’s it…” 

He’s close enough to touch her now-a sedative dart is shot into her neck! She begins to lose it! She whips her tail around and swipes Owen’s legs, knocking him to the ground. She rapidly shakes her head and shrieks at Wheatley’s approaching men. They surround Blue from all sides.

Owen gets back up, enraged. “I told you to wait for my signal!” he yelled.

Wheatley’s men draw closer. 

“Wheatley, back your men up right now…” Owen said faintly.

Blue is beginning to grow weary, she swipes the dart away with her claws. Blue raises her head, she fixes her eyes on one of the men raising his gun up to her. She screams and jumps toward him! Wheatley quickly raises his sedative rifle. Blue knocks the man on to the ground, rips into his face, and impales his shoulder and leg with her toe claws. She’s shot with another sedative by Wheatley. The man kicks and screams, covered in his own blood, he pulls out a sidearm and points it at the irritated creature. 

“No don’t shoot it!” Wheatley shouted distressingly.

Owen looks on intensely. The man fires, hitting Blue in the chest, causing her to collapse.

Owen is filled with rage. “Wheatley you son of a bitch!” 

He begins to run towards Wheatley, who shoots him in the chest with a sedative dart, stopping Owen. Wheatley mockingly blows air into Owen’s face, he collapses.

“Owen!” Zia shouted, she sprints to the collapsed Owen.

She pulls the sedative out of his chest. He’s out cold now. 

She grabs the raptor victim’s sidearm and points it at Wheatley. The other men raise their weapons to Zia, Wheatley rolls his eyes as he slowly raises his own with one arm. 

“You shoot me. That animal dies.” she said.

“You’re in a bad situation right now, girlie.” said Wheatley. 

“She’s losing blood! And if I don’t treat her, she’ll never make it back to the boat.” she added.

Wheatley sighs, he hesitates, then signals his men to lower their weapons as he lowers his own. Zia lowers hers.

“I did say we needed ya...” He remarked. 

He nods his head, then turns around. 

“Let’s move out!” he shouted. 

The volcano begins to erupt magma. It starts violently launching all over the island...

The rumbling of the volcano shakes the bunker, the walls begin to crack and fall apart. Wheatley’s men point their rifles at Claire and Franklin. 

“We need to get out of here, now-” said Claire as she stands up, she turns around and is surprised by the men pointing their guns at her. 

Franklin notices as well and freezes. An irritatingly loud and gravelly roar echoes through the tunnel next to them, the men turn their guns in the direction of the sound. The main monitor beeps and displays a “proximity alert” showing a red blip named “D-28” moving towards the bunker. Claire glances at the exit, she signals Franklin to walk to it, they begin moving. The roaring continues, followed by loud footsteps, it’s big, but it’s small enough to fit through the tunnel. Lava falls in front of Franklin, he yelps, the men turn around and notice it as well. Lava is seeping down from the ceiling at various points. Lava drips into the tunnel as well, and illuminates the silhouette of the creature, slowly approaching and roaring. The men turn back to the tunnel. The tunnel goes dark…

“Jesus…” said the man on the left. He shivers, and moves his finger to the trigger. 

The creature’s head lunges out of the tunnel and grabs him with its long narrow jaws! The other man begins to fire, the animal kicks him with its right leg, launching him into the hallway ahead. Claire and Franklin sprint into the exit, the ceiling collapses in front of them, on top of the hunter, and blocks the exit. They turn around to see the dinosaur swallowing the man it had grabbed, its mouth is covered in blood, clothing, organs and slobber. Claire recognizes the animal as a Baryonyx. One of the man's hands had been pierced at the wrist by one of the animal's teeth. The severed hand lifelessly flops onto the ground, Franklin feels a thick substance fill his throat: vomit. He stops himself and swallows it back down.

“Where do we go now!?” Franklin anxiously asked. 

Claire looks at the escape exit that leads to the roof, she runs towards it. She attempts to lower the ladder. 

“It’s stuck!” she shouted as she struggled to pull it down. 

She spots a chair across the room, “Get the chair!” 

She points at it… the chair is right in front of the Baryonyx. Franklin looks at it and gulps. The room is hot and orange now, there’s lava everywhere. He begins to walk towards the chair, the Baryonyx lunges at him, but it’s stopped by a drop of lava hitting its head. While the creature is in pain he runs for the chair and grabs it, and so does the Baryonyx! They struggle and fight over it. The Baryonyx pulls him closer, the head of the chair that was in its mouth breaks off, freeing Franklin and the chair, he slides it over to Claire and runs toward her. The Baryonyx attempts to find an opening in the dripping lavafall to grab him with its jaws. 

Claire hops on the chair and begins to climb the ladder. Shortly, Franklin joins her. Claire reaches the top and turns the wheel to open the hatch. 

”Come on! Come on! Come on!” Franklin cried out. 

The Baryonyx shoves its head inside the exit and loudly bellows. Franklin recoils, and starts shaking rapidly, which causes the ladder to fall down, hitting the Baryonyx’s snout, it shrieks. Franklin falls down with it, still holding on. Claire’s legs slip from the ladder and dangle down, she still has her grip on the wheel. She regains her footing and continues to turn it. Franklin hurriedly climbs back up, with the Baryonyx in pursuit, gnawing at his legs, trying to get a bite in. The hatch opens, Claire exits the bunker and reaches the surface. The sun is so low now, the brightest thing outside is the magma erupting from the volcano. Franklin finally exits the hatch as well. The Baryonyx is making its way through the exit. Claire and Franklin push down on the lid, the Baryonyx’s snout is blocking it. But it can’t handle the pressure, the Baryonyx shrieks and goes back down, allowing the lid to shut. The volcano catches their attention, Claire neglects to seal the lid...

“Pedal to the metal, boy! Come on!” Wheatley shouted to the driver of the truck. 

The island is shaking from the vibrations of the volcano. Zia struggles to tend to Blue’s wounds. 

“Could you drive a little straighter!?” she shouted from the back. 

“Not really up to us kid!” Wheatley replied.

Owen’s still laying where Wheatley left him. A long slimy tongue descends onto his face and begins to lick him. Owen wakes up, paralyzed. The tongue belongs to a lanky Gallimimus. It’s startled by Owen’s groaning and runs away. Immediately, multiple Gallimimus run through the jungle around him, one of them steps on Owen’s gut, he groans and rolls over in pain. He’s slowly regaining the ability to move, but his legs won’t let him get up. He begins to roll over as Gallimimus continue running all around him, screeching and squealing. Out of the brush comes a large Sinoceratops moving as fast as its fat body will allow. He rolls over, narrowly avoiding the feet of the large animal. Not far behind the Sinoceratops was a thick flow of lava. It passes through the old jeep and melts the vehicle down rapidly. Owen kicks his legs up and forces the rest of his body to go up as well, he can’t run yet, but he begins limping away as fast as he can.

Claire looks up at the volcano. Increasingly violent eruptions of magma shoot through the dim orange sky. A large dark blue theropod with spike protrusions lining its back and small crests above its eyes, an Allosaurus, runs out of the jungle and blares at Claire and Franklin.

“Shit! Run!” shouted Claire.

They run in the opposite direction, into a group of trees. Various honking, screeching and whining noises fill the jungle, obscured in the brush are a large number of Parasaurolophus, Gallimimus, Microceratus, Compsognathus and large ceratopsians. To their left, they notice an open field outside of the thick jungle. They make a turn, as the stampeding animals continue further into the trees. They exit the foliage and enter a large open valley. Owen runs up beside them.

“Owen!” Claire shouted.

Owen replies with a nervous grin. They spot an old gyrosphere laying in front of a massive toppled log. Hot volcanic debris impacts the valley. Franklin dives in front of the right side of the gyrosphere for cover, Claire and Owen join him. The already intense vibrations in the ground become more extreme, when a group of giant Apatosaurus sauropods run into the valley. They break sections of the log on their way through, shards of wood and wood dust fly past them, some of which go into Franklin’s right eye. He cries and swipes his glasses onto the ground, he begins rubbing his eye, in an attempt to remove the painful chunks of wood. The log is essentially gone now. Owen peeks out from the cover of the gyrosphere, a Triceratops charges towards the sphere. He pushes Claire and Franklin off to the side, away from the sphere, he attempts to dodge out of the way as well. The Triceratops slams its three-horned head into the sphere, causing it to roll ahead. The gyrosphere’s hatch is forced open, as the Triceratops continues its escape, towards a cliff at the edge of the island. 

Owen quickly gets up. “Go! Go!” He shouted as he guides them into the sphere. 

Claire and Franklin, the latter still rubbing his eye, scramble inside, they fasten their seat belts… Owen pauses outside of the sphere.

“Get in!” Claire shouted-she notices a large red theropod behind him, gurgling and stomping.

It slowly approaches, staring them down. Owen stays frozen, watching the animal through the reflection of the sphere’s glass. He puts his hand on Franklin’s right arm, which was rapidly rubbing at his eye. “Don’t. move. a muscle.” Owen whispered then raised his eyebrows. 

Franklin turns his eyes and shivers, upon the sight of the animal. Once it gets closer, Claire realizes it’s a Carnotaurus… The two-horned animal opens its jaws. Owen slowly moves his hands towards the opened hatch, to close it from the outside. 

Claire looks at Owen and trembles. “No…” she whispered in fear.

The Carnotaurus is suddenly distracted, and attacks an escaping Sinoceratops. It roars, then bites into the ceratopsian’s crest, attempting to pull it down to the ground, that doesn’t work, it kicks the fat animal in the stomach, scratching it with its claws. But the Sinoceratops still stands, it knocks the Carno away and charges at the savage beast with its large head, knocking it on the ground. The impact of the theropod’s body leaves a small crater in the already loose dirt, cracking a few of the animal’s rib bones. The Carnotaurus growls, as it kicks the Sinoceratops in the face with both of its feet, then immediately stands back up and smacks its body with its small horns. The Sinoceratops is knocked into the gyrosphere, rolling it over. Owen dodges out of the way of the massive ceratopsian, he looks back and sprints to the slowly rolling gyrosphere, whose hatch closes before he can make it in. A short rock stops the sphere. The Sinoceratops flees, leaving Owen outside and alone with the Carnotaurus. A large, rapid stomping shakes the ground. The Carno wipes its left foot against the ground, like a bull getting ready to charge. It pulls its head back. A violent wailing noise and loud stomping approaches the Carnotaurus and grabs it by the neck, with its jaws. The Tyrannosaurus throws the Carnotaurus onto the ground. She sets a foot on the collapsed creature and shouts a thunderous roar into the flaming sky. Owen notices that the Tyrannosaur looks much healthier than the last time he saw her. She’s probably part of the reason as to why Blue is undernourished. The Tyrannosaur lowers her head, and growls as she notices Owen-- a shockwave from the volcanic eruptions knocks him onto the ground and disturbs the rex, who then runs off. She kicks the gyrosphere, causing it to roll over the rock and down the field. Other animals escape from the jungle ahead of Owen, he stands up gritting his teeth and runs towards the gyrosphere. An Edmontosaurus hadrosaur sprints out of the jungle, next to the gyrosphere. As well, a large Allosaurus exits the jungle, attempting to grab the fleeing herbivore with its jaws, the Edmontosaurus increases its speed, outrunning and leaving the Allosaurus next to the gyrosphere. It blares at Claire's face and opens its jaws to bite the sphere. Claire and Franklin scream in terror. It clamps down and its teeth slide along the glass. The Allosaurus shakes its head and changes its focus to a group of Gallimimus exiting the jungle. The gyrosphere nears the edge of a cliff, leading to an eighteen foot drop into the water. Some dinosaurs have jumped off, others are standing at the edge, panicking. A thin cloud of dust obscures Owen. The gyrosphere flies into the water. It impacts, then sinks down, surrounded by dinosaurs desperately swimming to the surface. The entire edge of the cliff is covered in dust, followed by extremely hot ash and smoke. The gyrosphere isn’t water-tight, water comes leaking in from all directions. 

“We need to get it open!” Claire screamed.

“Oh no, no no no, God, no!” Franklin panics, watching the water fill the vehicle. 

Small pieces of hot debris impact the top of the sphere, creating more openings, the water begins to seep in more rapidly. Franklin looks down, and splashes water into his injured eye. A hot rock violently lands in between his legs, causing him to yelp. Owen approaches from behind the sphere, swimming towards them. He comes to Claire’s side and shows her a sidearm, he rapidly waves his hand to the side, signaling her to move away. He fires into the side of the sphere, the bullets don’t pierce the glass, and float away. A small piece of volcanic debris hits his arm, knocking the gun away. He loses his buoyancy and begins to sink. 

Claire panics. “No no no no!” 

She tries pushing on the glass to force it open, now with little room between the water and the top of the sphere. Owen swims back up beside her. 

“Owen!” She keeps trying to push. 

Eyes wide with little air in his lungs, he swims to the surface. 

“Wait! Where’s he going?!” Franklin shouted.

“Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Stay above the water!” Claire said to him. “Now take a deep breath!” said Claire, they close their mouths. The water completely fills the sphere. Owen swims back down next to the gyrosphere door, this time with a large knife. Claire and Franklin are still holding their breath. He pries the knife into the top of the seal while Claire repeatedly kicks the door. Franklin joins her side, and repeatedly slams his foot into the glass hatch. Finally, they knock the door off of the sphere, it sinks below as they swim up to the surface. 

They resurface and intensely gasp for air. The valley above is covered in magma and smoke. They swim to the northernmost shore… 

On the beach:

Franklin hyperventilates. Claire crawls onto the sand, and sits up. 

Owen pads down his soaking clothes. “They took Blue, and Zia. They double-crossed us.” he said, then noticed Franklin shaking.

“Hey, you alright?” he crawls over to him, who doesn’t respond. 

“Hey, kid. I know that was scary, but you’re still alive, and that’s all that matte-” 

Franklin pukes into the sand. Owen nods and starts patting his back. 

“He lied to me… Mills lied to me…” Claire uttered to herself. 

“Oh, it’s all just business I’m sure.” Owen replied. 

“Hey, can you still track Blue?” he asked Franklin.

Franklin pulls out a small tablet soaked in water. “Not anymore.” he replied, disappointed and shaking. He begins rubbing his right eye again. A large chinook flies over the beach, carrying a cage containing the Tyrannosaur. They follow it. 

Wheatley’s men load their captured dinosaurs onto the cargo ship “Arcadia”. They struggle to contain the creatures. 

“Pull from its neck!” one man shouted at a group trying to restrain a struggling Gallimimus. A Baryonyx is loosely carried from a chopper above, chomping at the men below. They recoil and duck as it bellows and bites.

“Yeah, yeah I got the raptor, how about that bonus?” Wheatley said into his phone, as the T-rex is flown by. It roars, Wheatley jumps and nearly drops his phone, he turns and watches the chinook lower the rex onto the back of a trailer. 

“You’re already behind schedule Wheatley!” Mills shouted into his phone.

Maisie peers into the office. “Mr. Mills?” she asked.

“Not now-yes you’ll get your damn bonus, just bring the animals here as soon as possible!” he continued to shout.

“Are the dinosaurs saf-” Maisie asked. 

“I said not now!--” Mills screamed, paused, then exhaled calmly. “Sorry, sweetie. Why don’t you go wait for me in the library, and I’ll meet you in a few minutes. I’ll tell you all about it, I promise.” he said. 

“Okay...” she replied, confused.

“Thank you.” Mills smiles and shuts the door.

“Wheatley, you bastard I don’t have a moment to spare anymore, we’re way behind schedule!” he exclaimed.

“Alright, alright, we’re almost done. Sheesh.” he finishes and hangs up. 

“Hey! Hurry the hell up! Let’s go!” Wheatley said to his men.

Claire, Owen and Franklin watch from a hill before the dock.

“Hey! Stop that one real quick!” Wheatley shouted at a truck, hauling a large green Stegosaurus. He runs up to it and caresses its snout, the animal is fatigued. 

“Hey there beautiful. Shh you’re okay.” Wheatley notices the animal’s molars, he pulls out a multi-tool, he sticks it in the creature’s mouth and yanks a tooth out. 

The dinosaur whines and shakes under its restraints. Wheatley drops the tooth onto a bandanna, along with other teeth he’s collected. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t pass up the chance.” he chuckled.

“You were right about that guy, huh?” Claire said to Owen.

“Am I ever wrong?” he responded, he’s immediately startled by a piece of debris landing next to him. “Let’s go!” he said, they run off towards the ship. 

Wheatley’s men chaotically hurry on to the ship, dropping equipment as debris and magma impacts around them. Owen, Claire and Franklin run through the dock, explosions and impacts occur all around them. The force of one closer explosion knocks Franklin off his feet.

“Franklin!” Claire screamed, running back to him.

Owen stops Claire. “Hey! Get that truck started!” he points at the unoccupied truck ahead, he then hurries over to Franklin. 

“You okay?!” he asked, helping him up. 

“Define okay.” Franklin replied as he stood up.

“I will when I am!” Owen shouted. They continue to run.

Claire starts the truck and drives off, Owen and Franklin attempt to catch up. 

Owen finally grabs a hold of the truck and climbs on, extending a hand to Franklin. They grab hands and board the vehicle. Claire sighs and feels relief, this feeling fades when she realizes the Arcadia’s started moving away from the dock. She squints her eyes and speeds up towards the loading ramp. The truck flies off the dock and lands on the ramp… not including the rear tires. Claire intensely yells as she attempts to shift gears and get the rest of the truck on the ramp. The rear tires suddenly slip onto the ramp and the truck slides into the cargo hold. Claire stops the truck, causing her to jolt. A John Deer cap falls from the dashboard, into her lap. She puts it on for a disguise. The boat crew look on at the magma scorched island… and Claire notices something on the dock. 

A tall Brachiosaurus is running to the end of the dock, singing and crying. Owen and Franklin look upon the animal with sorrow. The sauropod is becoming obscured by smoke, until all that’s left is her silhouette, backlit by magma. Claire bawls. The cargo hold’s doors begin to shut. The dinosaur stops, and stands up on its back legs and cries into the sky. When it falls back down, the doors shut, the sound of which accompanies the sauropod’s feet slamming. Their view of the animal is cut off. Isla Nublar continues to become enveloped in the volcanic residue.

Eli Mills watches a radar, tracking the Arcadia leaving the island. He’s exhausted, he’s been yelled at on the phone and yelling at people on the phone all day. But it’s all about to pan out the way he’s planned, finally. 

The intercom on his desk beeps. “Mr. Mills, your visitor is waiting.” said a woman’s voice. 

A short, weaselly looking man waits in the parlor. 

“Mr. Eversol.” Mills said and approached. 

Gunnar Eversol turns around.

Mills rubs his hands together. “Pleasure to meet you in person after all this time, how are ya?” Mills asked. 

“Where is the merchandise?” Eversol rudely asked.

Mills stops. “They are on the way.” he responded.

Eversol looks annoyed. “What, so I’m supposed to sell these ones then?” he asked, sarcastically pointing at the displays.

“Look, you don’t need to worry, you’ll get what you’ve been wanting.” he assured him.

“I don’t have time to waste with amateurs, now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to contact my buyers and call this thing off.” He swipes through his phone.

“They will be here tomorrow morning, and your buyers won’t be disappointed-trust me. Whatever their interest: agricultural, industrial, sport hunting, we will have something to suit them.” he said rapidly, trying to regain Eversol’s interest. 

Eversol puts his phone up to his ear, he’s not interested. They didn’t answer, he tries another number. 

Mills keeps going. “Fifteen species, each with unique-biopharmaceutical properties. I estimate 7 million per species… at minimum.”

Eversol looks surprised, he lowers his phone and turns around. “I’ll give you ten minutes.”

Mills smiles, “Great.” he leads Eversol to an elevator across the room. 

“The whole point of selling the Isla Nublar dinosaurs is to fund our future operations here. For a much more ambitious project.” 

Maisie hides behind the base of one of the skeleton displays, listening to their conversation. 

“We’ve reactivated the old facilities, updated the technology and equipment and employed the best geneticists from around the world.” 

He types “7337 #” into a keypad next to the elevator, it opens, they enter.

“This operation has been many years in the planning. Genetic power is an uncharted frontier.” The doors close,

Maisie is infuriated. 

The doors open, they’ve entered the second floor of the sub-basement. 

“This way please.” They make a left. Geneticists and other crew go about their business throughout the facility. 

“If there is one thing that is consistent throughout human history, it’s that we are always drawn to war. And we are willing to use any means necessary to win it.” Mills explained.

“You’re gonna weaponize them?” Eversol asked.

“Oh, we've been using animals in combat for centuries.” 

They enter the sub-basement’s dimly lit blue laboratory. 

“Horses, rats, dogs, etcetera.” Mills grabs a remote and dims the lights in the room, he approaches a table. “Our geneticists have created a direct descendant of Henry Wu’s masterpiece. The animal that took down Jurassic World,” He touches a button, causing a hologram of an animal to display. “The Indominus rex.” he said.

“Oh yeah.” Eversol observed.

“Her DNA holds the architecture of a completely new creature. Every bone and muscle is designed for hunting and killing. Its extremely thick skin gives it remarkable defense. And thanks to Owen Grady’s research… it can follow human command.”

Eversol smirks, he likes what he’s hearing.

“Wanna see it?” Mills asked with a grin.

On the first floor of the basement: 

“It won’t be for sale by tomorrow, I’m afraid. This one’s merely a prototype…” Mills said to Eversol, who’s in awe, peering into a set of bars, surrounded by a wall of brick. A large scaly black hand with four claws twiddles its fingers on a human skull, it’s playing with it. 

“Mr. Eversol?...” A look of fear covers Mills’ face.

“Who’d he eat?” he points at the skull. 

Mills stutters. “O-one of our employees attempted to replace the light in the cage. But we... underestimated how much sedative was required to immobilize it. In fact it tricked us into thinking it was out cold.” Mills explained. 

“We plan to euthanize it soon…” Mills said, he looks over to another cage on his left. “Both of them.” he said with a subtle tremble in his voice. 

The cage is recessed a few feet into the wall. A round white object, containing a small black circle peers through the dark cage, An eye. Eversol turns his attention to the second animal, he steps forward and flicks a light switch on his left. The light in the cage powers on and reveals the entirety of the animal before him. It stomps and growls, reacting to the light. 

Eversol smiles. “We gotta show these guys to the buyers, peak their interest.” Eversol looks back at Mills, Mills’ face is frozen. 

Eversol looks back at the animal and chuckles. 

Fatigued dinosaurs groan throughout the cargo hold, as Owen leads Claire and Franklin past the trucks and cages. 

The sounds of Blue’s whining are muffled by the muzzle around her snout. Zia looks concerned for the pale, shaking animal. She lacks the sufficient tools to tend to the animal’s bullet wound. Not to mention this animal was in a poor state long before she was shot. She keeps a damp towel pressed against the animal’s wound. Owen parts the cloth in the back of the truck. 

“Oh my God!” Zia shouted.

“Shh!” Owen gestured to her. 

Claire and Franklin enter the truck, Franklin looks relieved to see Zia.

“Franklin! What happened to your eye?” Zia asked him, upon seeing his bloodshot right eye.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” he replied.

“How’s she holding up?” Owen asked.

“She’s hemorrhaging, I don’t have the tools to treat her here.” Zia responded, trying to keep pressure on Blue’s bullet wound. The animal groans.

“Hey, shh, you’re alright, you’re alright.” Owen comforts the animal. 

“Claire, come here, keep pressure on the wound.” Zia whispered. 

Claire applies her hand to the towel, Blue struggles.

“Hey, hey hey, hey.” Owen rubs Blue’s neck.

“I can’t take the bullet out without a transfusion from another animal. Does anyone know how to find a vein? Preferably from an archosaur?” Zia asked.

“Oh! I did a blood drive for the Red Cross once.” Claire excitedly replied.

Zia was unamused.

Owen sighs. “I do.” he said.

“Okay, Franklin, take over for Claire.” Zia points to the dinosaur’s wound.

Franklin sighs, he stiffens his shoulders and walks over to Blue. Claire releases her hands and Franklin applies his, as soon as he does, he’s shot in the face with blood.

“Beautiful.” he uttered.

“Our best shot is blood from another theropod.” said Zia, she hands Owen an IV bag. “All of the carnivores should be sedated. Look for the ones with two or three fingers, no more than three, did you see them load any on board?” she explained, then asked.

Claire nods. “Right, there’s uh, Allosaurus, Baryonyx, Carnotaurus and-” “the T-rex” she and Zia said in unison. “let’s try to avoid that last one.” said Claire. Owen nods, they exit the truck. 

 

Maisie opens the door to Lockwood’s bedroom. 

“Grandpa… Grandpa…” she whispered to the sleeping man. 

The photobook is opened in his lap, Maisie notices a photo peeking out from in between the pages, she extends her arm to grab it, she begins to pull it out. She’s startled by Lockwood waking up.

“Grandpa.” she said surprised.

“Maisie? What are you doing up?” he asked.

“There was a man here tonight, with Mr. Mills. They said they were going to sell the dinosaurs.” she told him.

“Oh, I’m sure you misunderstood. Eli would never-” 

“I know what I heard Grandpa-”

“Maisie, it’s way past your bedtime. Let’s talk about this in the morning.” Lockwood told her. 

“But-”

“Maisie, I’ll find out tomorrow. Go to bed.” he concluded.

“Good night Grandpa.” She stomps off with a determination in her eyes.

“Good night my heart.” Lockwood replied.

Maisie exits the room, Lockwood looks down at the photobook and pushes the photo back in between the pages.

Owen opens the back of one truck, a Carnotaurus immediately roars in their faces. 

“Not that one.” he said.

He closes the doors and they move to another truck.

He opens another set of doors, this one contains an Allosaurus. It looks like it’s asleep, he slowly climbs inside and helps Claire in, holding the IV bag. They sneak towards the animal… it slowly opens its eyes. Owen grits his teeth and rushes Claire out of the truck, they quickly close the doors. 

“Nope.” Owen whispered. 

He opens another truck containing a Baryonyx, it too roars at them. He shuts the door. 

Owen anxiously looks at Claire. She gulps and turns to another, larger truck.

They slowly open the doors, this one holds the T-rex. She seems to be out cold. The truck is vibrating, her mere breathing is probably loud enough to be heard from the other end of the cargo hold. Owen sneaks in, surrounded by flies, he taps her nose then quickly backs away… She doesn’t react. He inches over to the left side of her face. 

“She’s tranq’d.” He squats down and finds a scar on her neck.

“Alright… I got it, come on.” He waves Claire over.

“Okay.” 

She slowly walks over- the rex moves her head to the right, pushing Owen into the side of the truck. 

Claire jumps back. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

Owen replies with a thumbs-up. “Dandy” He groans. “Come on.”

Claire approaches the left side of the rex, she attempts to hand Owen the IV bag over the rex’s neck. 

“You’re gonna have to do it.” she whispered.

“I can’t, the skin’s too thick. I gotta use both hands to put pressure on the vein. You gotta do it.” he responded. 

“I-I can’t reach-”

“You’re gonna have ta climb up there.” he points to the Tyrannosaur’s neck with his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” she complained.

“It’ll be okay, it's like riding a bull.” he replied.

“Like riding a bull? Don’t act like you’ve done this before!” she whined.

“She’s asleep now and I can’t say that she’ll be asleep a minute from now, so get up.” he concluded. 

Claire aggressively forces herself up onto the rex’s neck. Owen’s hands are released from the rex. “Gently! Gently!-” The rex moves her head to the left side, her eye twitches as she rubs against the wall, causing a loud bang... 

She continues to sleep. Claire’s secured herself on the rex’s neck, she sighs and breathes heavily. 

Owen’s eyes light up, he chuckles. “You’re riding a T-rex...” 

Claire anxiously nods. “Yeah.”

He puts his hands back on the vein. Claire attempts to pierce the skin with a syringe, to no avail. “You’re gonna have ta jam it in there, it’s thick skin.” Owen pointed out. 

Claire nods. 

“Ready?” said Owen. 

They begin to count together. “One. Two…” 

On “three”, Claire pulls her arm back and quickly jams the syringe into the rex’s skin. The animal reacts and moves her head to the right side, pushing Owen into the side of the truck again. She slowly pulls back, peeling thick, sticky sweat off of Owen’s face. The IV bag begins to collect her blood. 

“It’s working!” Claire exclaimed. Owen laughs in relief, he suddenly hears Wheatley’s men approaching the truck. 

“That door’s open.” said one of the men.

“I got it.” said another. 

He closes the door, causing a loud slamming noise. The rex’s eyelid twitches, then begins to open. Owen stares at her, her pupil expands. The animal begins to roar, she shakes under her restraints. Claire climbs out of the truck from the bars above. Owen gets up and goes for the same exit, the rex kicks her right leg free of its restraints and nearly makes contact with Owen. He backs up and bumps into the animal’s snout. Claire jumps off the truck and runs for the doors. Owen is trapped between the rex’s face and foot. Claire opens the door. 

“Jump, Owen!” she shouted. 

The rex roars in Owen’s face and scratches the side of the truck with her foot. He turns around and dives up and over the rex’s snout, he rolls ahead, grabs the door and lands into the cargo hold. Claire shuts the door. 

Owen breathes heavily. “Please tell me you got the blood.” he asked, then groaned and grabbed his right shoulder which impacted the ground as he jumped over the animal.

Claire holds up the full IV bag. The rex grumbles.

Maisie walks over to a dumbwaiter elevator at the end of a fork in a hallway. She sometimes uses this to get around the mansion in a more exciting fashion, or to quickly escape Iris. She crawls inside and pulls the rope on the right side upwards, causing the dumbwaiter to descend. She pulls, until the dumbwaiter stops, she’s never been allowed to go down this far. She slides the door up and sure enough; she’s in a room she’s yet to see. Bottles and cleaning supplies sit before her, she moves them, and realizes she’s in a janitor’s closet. She crawls through the wire rack containing the bottles, and hops on to the ground. She exits the room. Immediately she sees two pitch black cages in a short hallway, surrounded by brick. She looks to her left, and sees more cages in a larger room. She sneaks out into the middle of the room, nobody’s down here. She goes up a spiral staircase leading to the first floor where the lab is. She enters a door that reads “RESTRICTED ACCESS”, it leads into the laboratory. X-rays of theropod dinosaurs, incubation chambers containing multiple large eggs and other equipment and instruments fill the room. She notices a computer monitor across the room, displaying a paused video of a man crouched down in front of an infant Velociraptor. She presses the spacebar on the keyboard, the video plays. 

“-one of the survivors from the second group, Delta. Now watch this… I show any sign of weakness whatsoever.” 

Owen lowers his head and pretends to cry into his hands. 

The infant dromaeosaurid growls and lunges at him. Owen raises his glove-covered arm, the animal grasps him with its jaws. 

“See that?” said Owen, Delta squirms. 

A separate clip plays: “Day one-hundred-seventy-six. Blue’s showing unprecedented levels of compliance.” 

Another clip plays: “Here I am with one of the theropods from the latest group, Blue. If I show signs of weakness... “ He faux-cries into his arms again. The infant Blue curiously approaches him and begins to purr and nuzzle his face.

“Hey, I’m okay!” he said to Blue. 

Another clip plays: “She’s... pretty extraordinary.”

Zia extracts the rex’s blood from the IV bag, transferring it into Blue’s body. The animal shakes and whines. 

“Blue is displaying levels of interest, concern, hyper-intelligence, cognitive bonding.” 

A different clip plays, showing Blue following Owen’s head tilting. 

“See that? She’s tilting her head, she’s purring, increased eye-movement, she’s curious. She’s showing empathy.”

“Okay, I’m gonna make an incision in her leg to remove the bullet.” Zia creates an opening in Blue’s scaly skin, the dinosaur yelps. “That’s a lotta muscle tissue.” said Zia.

She puts down the knife and spreads the incision open, using medical pliers, she inserts another pair of pliers into the incision. 

“Shh.” Owen caresses Blue’s neck. Tears pour from her eyes. 

In the video, Owen laughs as he pets the infant Blue. 

Zia slowly pulls the pliers from the wound, a blood-covered bullet is on the other end. 

She drops the bullet onto a tray and sighs. “She’s gonna be okay.” 

Claire exhales, then bawls. Owen smiles and looks at Blue. Franklin laughs and pats the animal’s tail, with good intentions, but the tail nearly uppercuts his face. He gasps, then laughs again. 

Maisie smiles as infant Blue chirps to Owen.

“Blue is the key, you have Blue, you can get these raptors ta do anything.” said past Owen.

Maisie pauses the video and continues to smile. She stands up, suddenly something starts knocking around on the floor below, her smile drops.

The exhausted Blue closes her eyes, and dozes off. 

Owen sits next to her.

Franklin finishes rubbing his eye with his sleeve; the pain from the debris has finally subsided. Claire takes a deep breath and calmly exhales, she sits down. Zia rubs her blood stained hands on the cloth siding of the truck. 

She sighs and takes a seat. “See Franklin? Ya can’t learn everything through a computer screen. Sometimes ya gotta get your hands dirty.” said Zia.

“Oh for just five seconds could you not give me shit?” Franklin replied.

Zia continued. “For example, I now know what the inside of an endangered de-extinct animal looks like.”

Claire chuckled. “You want a learning experience? Go try extracting blood from a T-rex.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve had my fill of dinosaur encounters for a while.” Franklin replied.

“Y’know, for once, I think I agree with ya.” said Zia.

Owen smirks, taking in the moment of security and safety after all that just happened. A deep, echoey grumble bellows from outside the ship. Owen’s face straightens, he slowly stands up and tightens his eyebrows. 

Franklin quickly turns his head back and forth to the others. “What was that?” he asked.

Owen locks one of the wheels on Blue’s table with his foot, he clenches the side of the table.

“This ain’t gonna be good...” he whispered.

The Arcadia violently shakes. The truck rocks and shakes about. Owen slips, he catches himself by the seating of the truck. Claire gasps, clutching the seat. The caged animals groan and roar. They notice the boat has stopped moving.

Claire stands up. “Something’s pulling on the boat…”

They exit the truck and look around. The crew of the ship are running around yelling, the dinosaurs are screaming, roaring and whining. The ship shakes again. In the bay doors at the back: Large, sharp teeth pierce the metal hull. The bottom half of the doors is forced off, a large scaly head pulls the door into the ocean. Wheatley sprints into the cargo hold, onto the catwalk above. The head jumps and resurfaces, it sticks its head inside the ship, the Mosasaurus. The weight of the animal causes the boat to tilt backwards, the Mosasaurus opens her jaws. People, small items and trucks begin to slide down the cargo hold. The men on the catwalk struggle to hold on.

Claire notices a truck containing a whining Stegosaurus rapidly sliding down. 

"No no no no no no no!" she uttered, then sprinted into the truck. 

She jumps into the driver's seat, turns the key, shifts the gears and slams the gas. Owen points at the other vehicles, signaling Franklin and Zia to do the same.

“Don’t let the trucks go!” shouted Wheatley.

Wheatley's men enter the other trucks. Owen enters the truck next to Claire, Franklin and Zia enter the eighteen wheelers closest to the Mosasaur. The truck in front of Claire's slams into hers. Claire struggles, she yells intensely and continues to push on the gas. Franklin and Zia fight to keep their trucks in the ship. The sounds of screeching tires, diesel engines revving, Tyrannosaurus roars, Stegosaur groans, Mosasaurus bellowing, and other animal noises fills the cargo hold. The man next to Wheatley loses his grip, and slides all the way down, into the Mosasaur’s mouth. It bites down and swallows him. Wheatley squints his eyes and cringes.

"Christ! Let it eat one of the animals!" he shouted from the catwalk. 

Owen looks over to Claire. She shakes her head. 

“No, please...” she begged.

He looks into the passenger’s side mirror. 

"Someone at the end has to do it!" he shouted. 

Owen’s words grab Franklin’s attention. He looks over at Zia's truck, she’s struggling, and she’s closest to the Mosasaur. Franklin looks into his rearview mirror, four juvenile Apatosaurus knock around and wail in the enclosed trailer. He looks back to Zia, he looks at the steering wheel. Franklin slowly loosens his fingers from the wheel. He closes his eyes, bites his lip and jumps out of the truck, into the wall of the Arcadia. Owen and Claire look back in shock. Claire hears the Apatosaurus juveniles crying out.

“Franklin, no!” she cried.

The small sauropods whine and kick around. The Mosasaur turns her head and bites into the approaching truck. The Apatosaurs go silent. She bites again and chews. She removes her head from the boat, and returns into the ocean with the crushed truck in her jaws. The boat snaps back into a flat position, causing the vehicles to jolt. The boat continues on its original course and trajectory... 

Claire, Owen and Zia exit the vehicles. Franklin stands up, he stares into the ocean. Owen looks out, in shock. Claire tries to say something, she stutters, at a loss for words. Zia looks at Franklin, then at the empty spot where the truck once was, then out to the ocean.

“Oh my God…” she puts her hands over her mouth. 

Franklin’s eyes begin to dart around, he becomes anxious and quickly sits down.

Zia lowers her hands, her lips quiver. “Franklin…” 

She begins to walk towards him to console him, a rifle appears next to her face. A gun clicks behind Owen, a revolver. 

“Shoulda stayed on the island…” said Wheatley. His men aim their guns at Claire and the others. “Better odds.” 

Maisie slowly walks over to the spiral staircase, the noise persists. She begins walking down the stairs, a noise from the first floor catches her attention. Someone’s exiting the elevator! She hurries down the stairs and hears a voice. 

“Look, if it dies we have blood samples.” said Mills. 

Another man replies. “No no no no! That’s not good enough! The raptor is a behavioral specimen! We need her in good health!”

“What do you want me to do, Henry?! I didn’t shoot the fucking thing!” Mills shouted at him, and they enter the lab. 

“That ‘fucking thing’ is a living creature, Mills. A living creature that I made!” shouted the other man, Dr. Henry Wu. 

“Here we go again…” Mills said, irritated, he walked toward the stairs. 

“You have never been able to comprehend the complexity of what I’m doing here.” Wu complained.

“Comprehend this Henry! Comprehend the time and money I’ve invested into all of this!” Mills angrily replied, they move down the stairs. 

Maisie runs past the two pitch black cages, towards the janitor’s closet. She hurries in and peeks out the door.

“All of your money will have been wasted if I don’t get Blue here in good health! To get the next iteration under control it needs to form a familial bond with a closely related genetic link.” Wu explained. 

Mills continues down the stairs. “What?” he asked, confused.

“It needs a mother!” Wu shouted, Mills stopped at the end of the stairs.

“You know we tried this once before with another creature, before you were even involved.” said Wu.

Mills rolls his eyes. “That isn’t an option anymore, Wu. That was a terrible idea, and now you want to do it again?” Mills continues walking and turns towards the dark cages. 

“Yes, but this time we’re not going to rely on a human to control it,” said Wu. Maisie gasps. “we’re going to rely on a programmable and manageable raptor.” he continued.

“My God, this is getting complicated.” Mills stops in front of the cage. 

“Not if Blue returns to me in good health, Mr. Mills... I’ll have everything under control.” he said, he stops and looks into the cages. 

“This prototype is missing what I will be able to provide to the next generation. If I have Blue: Empathy, obedience, social skills. All paramount to create the ultimate living weapon.” Wu explained, Mills walks back towards the stairs.

“Alright alright alright, I get it. The raptor should be here in a few hours, now please stop bitching and do your job.” said Mills. 

Maisie sneaks out of the closet. 

“That I will, Mr. Mills.” Wu walks away. 

Maisie walks in front of the cage, she slowly begins walking backwards towards it. 

“Pain in the ass…” Mills moves on. 

Maisie feels something gently tug on her ponytail, she quickly turns around to see a large, black scaly hand recoil. In the adjacent cage, a white pair of jaws, with disgusting teeth, shouts a blaring howl! The other animal roars the same noise. Maisie screams and quickly turns to run. The animals shriek at each other. She runs past the stairs, Mills grabs her. 

“Maisie!” he shouts. 

She breathes heavily.

Mills pushes Maisie into her bedroom and locks the door, he leaves the key in the keyhole. “Keep her in there, and keep the door locked.” Mills turned around and informed Iris. 

“You want to lock her in?” Iris asked. Mills walks away without answering.

“Sir Benjamin requests your presence in the morning.” 

Mills stops. 

“I believe it’s important.” she concluded.

The Arcadia docks on the lake next to Lockwood’s manor. Thunderclouds fill the morning sky, darkening it. Wheatley’s men unload the large trucks and cages.

Claire and the others are back in Blue’s truck, accompanied by Wheatley and his men. 

“So, did ya fix her?” Wheatley asked Zia. 

“Why, you want me to fix you?” she aggressively replied.

Wheatley turns his head and sighs. Claire turns to Owen with a worried look, he replies with a look of distraught. The truck stops, Wheatley guides them out, revolver in hand. 

“Take Doctor Dolittle here with the animals.” Wheatley told his men, in regards to Zia. 

“You’re with me.” he said to Claire, Owen and Franklin. 

In Lockwood’s bedroom:

“What the hell were you thinking, Eli?” Lockwood asked him, Mills is kneeled by his bed. 

“In my house…” Lockwood said.

“I- I did what you told me to years ago… to take initiative, to surpass even your success.” Mills explained to him. 

“Not like this!” Lockwood shouted. 

“Don’t you realize how dangerous this is?! Selling these animals-weaponizing them!” he yelled. 

“I was going to explain everything to you, after I’ve made results… after I’ve made money.” said Mills.

Lockwood looks down and shakes his head. He raises it. “Pick up that phone, call the police. It’ll be easier if the story comes from you.” he commanded Mills. 

Mills freezes. He gulps then stands up. “As you say, sir.” he timidly said.

He walks towards the cell phone, laying on a pillow. He stops in front of it… his hands begin twitching, he subtly shakes them, forcing them to stop. 

Mills takes a deep breath. “It’s funny, you’re angry at me for what I’m doing here…” 

He picks up the phone, then picks up the pillow, then sets the phone back down. 

“But what about what you did?” he turns around, with an enraged look upon his face. 

“What you did… was incredibly unethical.” said Mills.

“Eli…” Lockwood replied, with a disappointed tone.

Mills aggressively sprints over to Lockwood, and suffocates him with the pillow. Lockwood struggles, causing his cane to fall over, the amber tip shatters on the ground.

In the sub-basement: 

Claire, Owen and Franklin are locked in one of the many cages, surrounded by three brick walls. The bars around the other holding cells rise up from the ground, sealing the rooms. Dinosaurs are loaded in through the floors of the cages.

Wheatley approaches the bars. “Hey uh, no hard feelings ma’am, kid.” he said, nodding to Claire and Franklin. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Claire angrily asked. 

“Look, I had nothin’ against ya, just doin’ my job…” he said to them. 

Owen strides towards Wheatley. “Just doin’ your job?...” he runs up and nearly grabs Wheatley. Wheatley quickly backs up, he looks at Franklin. 

“Hey, you did the right thing back there, kid, we’da never got outta there if it weren’t for you.” said Wheatley.

“Leave him alone.” said Owen.

Wheatley looks at Owen. “Now as for you, brother, look who’s on top now.” Wheatley starts to chuckle.

Owen extends his leg through the bars, kicking his testicles. Wheatley recoils and groans. 

“Hi Claire.” Mills approaches the cage. “Have a nice trip?” he condescendingly asked. 

Claire sprints to the bars and attempts to grab him, as Wheatley gets up and pulls Mills away. Claire groans and frustratingly walks away, she turns back around. 

“Does the Sanctuary even exist?!” she shouted.

“Oh, it does. How else would I have convinced the late Benjamin Lockwood?” he says with a slight grin. 

Wheatley looks at him, surprised. 

Owen raises his eyebrows. “You killed him?” 

“Oh my God...” Claire shivered. 

“Mr. Lockwood has passed on, yes. He’s finally been put in his place in hell, with Hammond and Masrani.” Mills said. 

Wheatley slowly backs away, with a shocked expression. 

Owen chuckles. “You’re a piece of shit.” he laughed. 

“Oh and, you two are any better?” Mills replied.

“Don’t even put us on your level-” Claire began to say, before Mills cut her off.

“You both exploited de-extinct species. Tell me how that isn’t terrible.” he said to them.

“I humanely raised those raptors.” Owen argued. 

“You trained them to become killing machines, soldiers even.” he said, then turned to Claire. ”And you… You authorized the creation and commercialization of the Indominus rex… That creature was a freak of nature, responsible for numerous deaths, and you let Wu bring it to life. But the difference between you guys, and me: Is that I’m going to take our heinous acts and use their results to make a more prosperous world.” Mills said.

Owen shakes his head. “You mean, prosperous for you?” he asked.

“Mills, please stop this, before it’s too late.” Claire suggested.

“Uh, no.” Mills chuckled.

Mills turns and walks away. “Please, make yourselves at home.” he said.

Wheatley follows him, he looks back at Owen and Claire, with an anxious glance. Owen replies with a curious look.

“Let’s get you paid Wheatley, we’re all getting fat checks soon.” Mills and Wheatley leave the sub-basement. 

Maisie slides a thin coat hanger into the keyhole. Eventually she pushes the key out from the other side, it falls and lands on a piece of paper, she pulls it in through the bottom of the door. She grabs the key and inserts it into the interior keyhole. She carefully opens the door. 

“Buyers on approach.” A radio echoed from the end of the stairs across the room, an armed guard is standing there. 

“Copy that.” the guard replied. 

She shuts the door. A light shines through the glass door on her balcony. She walks out to the balcony, into the dark of the clouded dawn sky. A line of expensive cars approaches the manor. Some of them are small trucks hauling cages. 

Eversol looks at the inadequately sized cages. “You will be transporting the animals for the buyers, yes?” he asked Mills.

Mills watches the buyers exit their vehicles. “Yeah, it’s all taken care of.” he said.

He shakes the hands of the approaching buyers. Maisie climbs over the railing on the balcony and carefully steps onto the lip below. Eversol points at two men. 

“Ah, these guys represent Odarris Pharmaceuticals.” he said.

“Yeah.” said Mills.

“And the guy in the beard, he’s a proxy for Gregor Aldorich. Slovenian arms dealer.” Eversol shakes the man’s hand.

“Uh huh.” said Mills.

Maisie sneaks across the side of the mansion. Mills shakes a man’s hand as he passes by. 

“Who were they?” he asked.

“I believe they’re from some mercenary organization.” Eversol explained.

“What do they want with dinosaurs?” Mills asked.

“Target practice.” Eversol answered.

Maisie makes her way onto the middle of the manor’s roof. The slopes are steep. She slowly steps across the ridge in between the slopes, keeping balance to avoid slipping off. She makes her way to Lockwood’s bedroom. She peeks through the window, and sees his body on the bed. She opens the window and crawls in… 

“Grandpa.” she whispered.

She comes to his side. “Grandpa, wake up.” She shakes him, she feels an immense weight in her stomach when she notices he isn’t responding. 

“Grandpa!” She continues shaking him, her body shivers and becomes numb, her lip involuntarily quivers. 

“Grandpa! Grandpa no!” she bawls. She buries her face and her tears into the blanket for a moment. 

She stands up, still shaking. She notices the photobook, she picks it up-

”Iris!” Mills shouted, approaching the room. 

She bolts into the dumbwaiter across the room.

“Iris!” Mills opens the door and stops. “Iris!”

 He steps over to the foot of the bed, he sits down. 

“Mr. Mills?” Iris enters the room.

“He’s gone, Iris.” Mills stares at the floor.

“My God…” Iris uttered.

She walks over to Lockwood’s side, she checks his pulse. They’re both silent. Maisie continues to quietly cry inside the dumbwaiter. She opens the photobook, in an attempt to ease her shaking hands. 

“It was a pleasure, Iris.” Mills said.

“What?” Iris replied.

“I suppose now, you’ll be looking for another situation.” he stated.

“But of course not, I need to take care of Maisie.” she said.

“Your obligation was to Mr. Lockwood, not her. I’m her guardian now, Iris.” said Mills.

“But… she needs me.” she said.

Maisie notices a photo sticking up from one of the earlier pages, she begins to pull it out.

“You no longer belong here.” said Mills. 

“But I raised her…” Iris replied, as she says this, Maisie sees a younger Iris in the photo, she continues to pull the photo out. “I raised both of them.” 

A girl resembling Maisie is in the same photo, in fact she looks exactly like her. Maisie is startled.

“Please, Mr. Mills.” Iris begged.

“Goodbye, Iris.” said Mills.

Iris pauses and frowns, she then leaves the room. Mills pulls his head up, he slowly turns his head to Lockwood, he immediately snaps his head back, he trembles and sighs heavily. A squeaking noise catches his attention, it’s coming from the dumbwaiter. He forces the emotion to leave his face. He walks over and slides the door up. He looks down, the squeaking stops.

“How you holdin’ up, kid?” Owen asked Franklin.

“Oh, y’know…” He nervously smiles. “Terrible.” His fingers twitch.

Claire hesitates, then speaks. “You… you did the right thing, Franklin.” she said.

Owen looks at her, surprised.

“Thanks…” Franklin replied, his nervous shaking subsides.

Claire smiles, so does Owen.

Franklin begins to reminisce. “When Dad used to be home all the time, he always left it up to me to make important decisions for him.” Franklin told.

“I never cared, I just wanted to be left alone in my room. But, I think I know now why he did that. He was tryin’ to get me used to the real world, where tough decisions have to be made, to protect yourself and people you care about.” 

Owen nods and stares at the ceiling. “When we get outta here, that “real world” is gonna be a whole lot different.” he said.

Claire looks over to the cage across from them, an adult Triceratops nuzzles and comforts its infant.

Owen looks at the Triceratops. “They’re gonna be everywhere. Survival’s gonna be tough,” Owen said. 

He looks down. “But y’know… if that doesn’t end up bein’ the case, I won’t mind one bit.” he said. 

Claire looks at him, puzzled. 

Owen continues. “I’ve done a bunch’a crazy dangerous shit over the years. And I think I’ve had my fill. Think I’m gonna retire early when we get outta here.” he concluded.

“Well, that’s if we get outta here.” Franklin said.

“Oh we’re gettin’ outta here.” Owen stands up and approaches the bars. “I got a man mansion to finish.” he said, then looked to Claire. 

She snorts a short laugh.

Something that sounds like a squealing pig vocalizes from the cage next to them. It slams against the brick wall in between them. Owen walks over to the bar window between the cages. 

Claire stands up. “Oh my God, is that-” 

Franklin jumps up as well. Owen climbs up to the window and grabs the bars, a Stygimoloch with a spiky head and a thick dome skull is walking around in circles. 

“Hey buddy, did we wake ya up?” Owen asked. 

He whistles, alerting the Stygimoloch, it responds with a snarl and slams into the wall. 

Owen hops back down. “Alright step back.” 

He signals to Claire and Franklin, they back up against the exterior wall. He whistles again, the Stygimoloch slams the wall again. 

Owen smirks. “Oh yeah, we’re gettin’ outta here.”

In another section of the sub-basement:

A large ballroom, brown paneled walls, concrete floor. Warmly lit by chandeliers and lamps. Employees of Mills and Wu watch from glass rooms, recessed in the wall above. Eversol’s buyers are present, sitting at round tables with wine and tablets which label the base prices of the animals and an icon which reads ‘BARGAIN’. The tables surround an empty section in the middle of the room where two closed hatches sit in the floor, one lever for each hatch. Against the walls of the room there are large doors with screens above them, labeling animal names. Mills sits in front of a laptop to watch the income and bargain with the buyers from their tablets. 

Eversol stands in front of a microphone podium, next to Mills. “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this extraordinary evening. Let us waste no time, and begin by bringing out the small herbivores.” said Eversol in a proud manner.

A man pulls a lever next to the wall, one of the doors opens. A cage slowly rolls out on a track, containing a screeching Gallimimus.

“A Gallimimus, we have thirty-two of them for sale. From the Late Cretaceous period-”

Owen whistles again, the Stygimoloch causes the brick wall to bend forward.

Multiple cages have been brought out. A number of Gallimimus, Microceratus, two Stygimoloch and other small animals have been purchased. 

“While you folks continue to purchase the smaller species, why don’t we bring out the larger herbivores?” Eversol said.

Another lever is pulled, a whining Ankylosaurus emerges, it smacks its tail club against the metal bars, causing a loud, irritating cling. The buyers gasp. Eversol chuckles.

“Ankylosaurus, it is a herbivorous quadruped from the Late Cretaceous. This is one of the largest armored dinosaurs, ladies and gentlemen. Known by paleontologists: as a living tank!” he read from a script.

Whistle. Smack!

A ding sounds, like a sound effect from a game show, and a large green check mark replaces the Gallimimus’ name above its cage. 

Smack!

“A fully grown Allosaurus.” Eversol introduced.

An Allosaurus emerges from its spot in the room, it roars at Eversol next to him, the roar fills the room, Eversol is startled, the buyers cover their ears. 

“Ha ha ha. A fierce and an aggressive predator, its genera ruled the Late Jurassic. Before the time of the Tyrannosaurs.” 

Smack!

Ding! A green checkmark replaces the Allosaurus text. Mills stares at the laptop, watching numbers rise, with an empty look in his eyes.

Smack!

Ding! A green checkmark replaces the text for the Apatosaurus.

Smack! The Stygimoloch nearly bursts the wall open.

A Sinoceratops is loaded onto a large truck, the truck departs the estate. Wheatley’s men signal the next truck to pull in.

Owen whistles once more, the Stygimoloch squeals, charges, runs! and breaks a hole in the wall, it jumps through. It looks at Claire, she backs up.

“Hey!” Owen shouted. 

The animal looks at Franklin, he backs away. 

Owen claps his hands together. “Hey! Look at me!” 

He claps again, catching the Stygimoloch’s attention.

“That’s it.” Owen steps in front of the cage’s door… 

He whistles and immediately jumps aside, grabbing the bars. The Stygimoloch rams through the door, the lock flies off and the door swings open. The animal runs into a stainless steel cart and slips its foot on one of the tires, it falls over. It shakes its head and walks away. Owen and the rest exit the cage. 

“I owe ya one!” Owen shouted to the animal as it walked into the maintenance halls ahead. 

Maisie stands next to the spiral stairs. Claire turns around and notices the girl, she runs away. “Wait!” Claire shouted, they run after her. 

Maisie runs into the janitor’s closet. She peeks out of the door, her face is red from crying. Claire and the rest stop.

“Is it Mr. Lockwood?” Claire asked. 

Maisie hesitates, then nods her head. 

“That’s his granddaughter.” she whispered to Owen.

“Hey, do you remember me?” she asked. 

Maisie nods her head again.

Owen glances at Claire, then looks at Maisie. 

“Hey, ya wanna come outta there?” Owen asked.

She shakes her head. Owen looks at Claire and shrugs.

“m-my name’s Claire. I’m not with Mr. Mills, what’s your name?” she asked.

Maisie sniffles. “Maisie.” she responded.

“Maisie, these are my friends, Owen and Franklin, they’re not with Mills either.” she softly said.

Maisie looks at Owen. “I saw you in the videos, with Blue and the Velociraptors.” she said.

“Oh yeah? You like dinosaurs?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

“Well good shi- uh why don’t you come outta there and I’ll tell ya all about Blue.” he said. “How about that?”

“Okay.” Maisie said and sniffled. 

She exits the closet and approaches Claire and Owen. “I think Mr. Mills-” 

Claire doesn’t let her finish. “We know.” said Claire.

Maisie runs to Owen and hugs him, she begins crying again. Owen looks at Claire and hugs Maisie back. 

“Hey uh, listen. We were about to go grab one of our friends and hightail it outta here, wanna come with us?” Owen asked. 

Maisie backs away and nods, she wipes her tears away.

They sneak through a maintenance hall composed of concrete, it overlooks the room where Eversol is selling the animals. 

“And as for all of the Stegosaurus… Sold out!” Eversol shouted. The display turns green and dings.

Claire and the rest watch from a window above.

An armed man approaches Mills. “Sir, we’ve searched the whole complex, we can’t find the girl.” Mills waves the man away, and buries his face into his palms.

Eversol grins. “Wonderful, thank you all for purchasing- but! We are only halfway through the night. And we would like to preview a very special animal to you all tonight.” Eversol said.

He nods his head to an armed man, standing next to a lever in the center of the room. He pulls it. A hatch opens in the middle of the room, small red beacons flash around the hatch. 

Eversol continues. “This particular specimen is known as a hybrid dinosaur. A creature of the future; made from pieces of the past!” Eversol announced. “Ladies and gentlemen, please be warned. This is the perfect blend of the two most dangerous creatures that have ever walked the earth!” 

A cage begins to ascend from one of the hatches in the floor, something growls and lets out crude barks. 

“Its name… is the Indoraptor…” Eversol said, theatrically.

The cage rises from the ground, inside is a twenty-four foot long, deep black theropod dinosaur standing on four limbs, snarling. A gold streak runs from each side of the base of its neck, down to behind its thighs. Small gold-tipped black spikes cover its back. Thin gold striped quills sit on its upper neck. Its head bears resemblance to a Tyrannosaurus rex. It taps its two Velociraptor-like toe claws on the ground and scratches with its four long and sharp fore-limb claws. Its mouth has varying sizes of sharp and stiff teeth. It stares at the buyers attentively with its thin black pupil, surrounded by a golden eyeball. 

“The perfect weapon for the modern age!” Eversol said. 

The Indoraptor quickly turns its head to him after hearing his voice, it stares at him. Eversol slightly jolts back. 

“Oh my, ha ha. It’s built for combat, with tactical responses more acute than any human soldier!”

“Jesus…” Franklin whispered.

“What is that thing?” Claire asked.

“They made it.” Maisie responded. “Mr. Mills and the other man.”

“What man?” Claire asked.

Maisie points down to Dr. Wu.

Claire looks at Owen, he replies with a concerned look.

“Designed by Dr. Henry Wu! It is possibly even more intelligent than the Velociraptor!” said Eversol. 

“Bio-specs include a heightened sense of smell, and designed to respond to various commands given to it via remote control.” he explained. “For example…” 

Eversol points his hand to a large projector screen, capturing a monitor which displays “DEFEND” “CAPTURE” “LOCATE” “INTIMIDATE” “FOLLOW” “COMMAND” “INFILTRATE” and “KILL” icons. A mouse cursor hovers over a green icon that reads “READY”, and clicks it. A red laser shines from the wall, in front of the raptor, it gargles and stares at the laser. The laser moves, the raptor follows it, over to one of the buyers at a table, close to the cage. 

“When given a specific command, like this one…” 

The cursor hovers over to the red “KILL” icon... and clicks it. The raptor jumps on its hind limbs and runs towards the man the laser is on, it tries to reach the man through the bars. The buyers quickly recoil and back away. 

Eversol chuckles. “This animal is programmed to achieve its goals until they are completed, or cancelled through the advanced system controlling its commands.” 

The cursor hovers to the orange “CANCEL” icon. The Indoraptor immediately loses interest in the buyer and returns to the middle of the cage, staring at the buyers.

“Now, let us show you a more… advanced application of this system.” Eversol said.

The next lever is pulled, the second hatch is opened. Another cage ascends, the beacons flash.

“We would now like to show what is merely the beginning of this animal’s social behaviors.”

Another twenty-four foot long theropod emerges, it curiously sniffs the ground. Another Indoraptor, except this one is covered in white scales. A similar streak runs across its body, a blood red one. This Indoraptor lacks the back spikes the black one has. Its quills are thinner, and white. They have a floatier look than the black one’s stiffer quills, like silk. Its black pupil is round, surrounded by a white eyeball. And the creature’s mouth has similar teeth to the black Indoraptor, its blue blood veins create the illusion of blue lips surrounding its jaws. The cursor once again selects the “READY” button. This time, no laser appears. The cursor selects the blue “COMMAND” button. The black Indoraptor turns to the white one, and begins to make disturbing barking noises that echo throughout the large room. The white raptor responds with similar noises. They go back and forth. The black Indoraptor bites the bars of its cage. The white Indoraptor does the same. The laser reappears and moves to one of the buyers again. The “COMMAND” icon is selected a second time. The black Indoraptor taps its toe claw three times: one-two-three. The white Indoraptor’s black pupil widens, it stands on its hind limbs, and attempts to reach the buyer. The crowd of buyers panic. The “CANCEL” button is once again pressed. The raptor stops, and shifts its focus from the buyer. And over to its sibling, they begin growling at each other.

“Now, modifications are still being made-” 

“I bid twenty million! each!” A sweaty buyer shouted. 

Eversol freezes and looks at Mills, Mills slowly shakes his head, saying no.

“Uh, this creature is not for sale, unfortunately-” 

“twenty-one!” Another buyer proposed. 

“Folks, this is not e-exactly an auction, I-” 

“twenty-two each!” 

“This model is still a p-prototype… but...” he glances at Mills again.

“twenty-three!”

Mills’ eyes widen upon the proposal of twenty-three million each. Wu gets up and hurries over to Mills. Mills and Eversol look at each other, Mills hesitates and then approvingly nods. 

Eversol looks at the audience. “Do I hear twenty-four?” he playfully asked.

“Those things can’t leave this building.” Owen said intensely, he turns around. 

The buyers continue to propose bids. 

“What are you doing? We can’t sell this version!” Wu said to Mills.

“What’s the harm?” Mills responded.

“They are extremely unstable prototypes! We only showed off the kill and command features because they’re the only ones that work!” Wu answered.

“Listen, these prototypes are worth twenty-seven million fucking dollars right now, each! That will only help in speeding up our work here.” Mills said.

“We can’t sell them to these people yet!” Wu complained.

“Relax, we can make some more.” Mills said.

“So will they!” Wu replied, he then hurries off.

Franklin opens an electrical panel. “I can’t make heads or tails of it, I don’t know the layout of the building.” 

He pushes a button, an elevator across the hallway opens. The loose Stygimoloch from before slams into some pipes on the opposite end of the hallway. 

Owen looks at the elevator, then back at the animal, he smirks. “I got an idea.”

“Once. twice. Sold!” Eversol finally announced. “For thirty-four million!”

The buyers clap. Mills is caught in the excitement of the moment, he raises his eyebrows and begins to clap. The elevator in the room opens, the Stygimoloch inside it stares at the wall. It turns around and snarls at an armed guard. The guard turns around and panics. It points its thick head and charges, launching the man across the room onto a table. The buyers scatter and start to escape the room. Mills stands up, he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Eversol flees with the crowd. 

In the maintenance halls above:

“Hey, Claire... I’m gonna go find Zia.” Franklin said.

“Well then we’re coming with you.” she replied.

“No, you should stay here, there’s probably armed dudes everywhere.” he said.

“That’s why I need to go with you. We’ll both find her, then we leave when Owen’s finished.” Claire said. 

Franklin stomps his foot on the ground and groans. “Alright... we’ll go together. She’s probably still with the raptor… wherever that is.”

“In the lab, probably, where the cages are.” Maisie said.

Claire nods. “Let’s go.”

Owen drops down from the opened top of the elevator. The Stygimoloch continues to panic and crash into people. A guard points his rifle at the animal, Owen sprints at him and forces the rifle upwards as the man fires. The Indoraptors screech. He forces the man to lose grip of the rifle, then knees him in the gut and throws him onto the ground. Another man nearly hits Owen with a cattle prod. Owen grabs the man by the arms and pushes him against the white Indoraptor’s cage, the Indoraptor pierces the man’s right eye with a claw, then pulls him in and tears into his body. Blood splashes onto Owen’s face, he quivers and quickly backs away. Mills watches the chaos ensue. He notices the lever for the Indoraptor cages, he runs towards the levers and pulls each of them. The cages descend. Owen notices this and runs towards Mills. Mills signals the guards to attack Owen, he then quickly exits the room. Four men charge Owen, a fifth stays by the white raptor’s lever. Owen grabs a chair and throws it at the ground in front of one of them, it knocks the man over. Another guard throws a punch at Owen, he narrowly dodges it and rams his fist into the guard’s throat, then kicks him in the stomach, knocking him down. A guard wielding a cattle prod slaps Owen across the face with it, he stumbles, then grabs the prod and kicks the man’s knee cap, the man loses his balance. Owen grabs the man by the head and slams him into his knee. He runs to the next guard and rams his fist into the guard’s face, knocking him down. Owen runs to the man next to the lever and throws him onto a table. He grabs a chair and slams it onto the man’s chest, causing the table to snap in half under the guard. Owen runs over to the white raptor’s lever, he pulls it. The cage slowly reemerges, the Indoraptor snarls at Owen. He grabs the cables connecting the lever to the ground and breaks them, sparks fly from them and the cage stops. He sprints to the next lever and pulls it, the black Indoraptor slowly resurfaces. The Stygimoloch exits the room, chasing the buyers. Owen pulls the second lever’s cables.

 

Franklin, Claire and Maisie sneak through the sub-basement’s complex maintenance halls. Mills’ guards scatter through the facility. A group of guards run past Claire and the others, hiding in a narrow hallway. Franklin peeks out, he signals Claire and Maisie to follow him. Claire raises her eyebrows, impressed at his initiative. They approach the spiral staircase that leads to the lab. 

Geneticists and guards scramble through the lab: Grabbing various equipment, embryos, eggs and other items. Wu stares into the glass chamber containing the Indominus rex rib bone. Wu turns and makes his way towards another room. Franklin and the others peek into the lab. 

“There’s Zia!” Claire whispered.

Wu approaches Zia, who’s handcuffed next to a cage containing Blue. “I need this raptor’s blood. We don’t have time to haul it out of he-” Blue shrieks at Wu, startling him.

“Sure, go ahead. She’s nice and healthy now.” Zia condescendingly said. 

Franklin and the others crawl into the lab. 

“You listen to me, this facility is going to shit right now. If you don’t help me, I’m leaving you here.” Wu said.

“Good, I don’t think I wanna get on another boat or plane ever again. Oh and, her blood’s contaminated.” Zia said.

“I designed this animal myself, it’s pure.” Wu bragged. 

Franklin spots a stun baton on a table.

“Yeah, but I did an intravenous blood transfusion with a T-rex, so it's a sock drawer in there.” Zia informed Wu. 

“You what!?” Wu asked. 

Franklin smacks the back of Wu’s head with the baton. Blue squawks. 

“Franklin!” Zia shouted.

Wu falls to the ground, unconscious. Franklin grabs a set of keys from Wu’s coat.

“Since when did you grow a pair?” Zia asked.

Franklin undoes the cuffs. “Come on, we gotta find Owen and get outta here!” He grabs Zia’s arm and runs. 

A hired man cuts them off. “Stop!” He charges a stun baton. 

Franklin tries to charge his own baton, he can’t find the button. Zia rolls her eyes, she steps backwards and pulls Franklin with her. 

“Stay away from that cage!” The man shouted. 

Zia backs up to the cage door... she pulls the lock out and quickly opens the door. Zia and Franklin take cover behind the door. Blue screeches and jumps out, she stares at Franklin and Zia, she growls. The guard charges the baton. Blue changes her focus to him. 

“Easy now.” he said. 

He charges the baton again. Blue aggressively shrills, and jumps at the man, knocking him down with her legs and burying her claws into his face as he screams. She digs her jaws into his throat and rips his lungs out through his neck, cutting his scream off. Franklin and Zia run past Blue. 

“Come on!” Franklin shouted to Claire and Maisie. They join them in fleeing. 

Owen runs back into the elevator. He taps the lowest button “-2”, it’s not working. He frustratingly taps it, over and over. He peeks out of the elevator, looking for another electrical panel, and notices a keypad with numbers. He groans, and enters random numbers into it. 

Eversol enters the room. “Hey!”

Owen turns around. 

“You fucked everything up!” Eversol shouted to Owen.

The Stygimoloch runs back into the room and squeals. Owen’s eyes widen, he sprints into the elevator. Eversol turns around, he screams, then runs to the elevator. The Stygimoloch chases after him. He runs in front of the elevator, he stops. He looks at the keypad, his hands shake, He enters “3377 #”. The keys flash red. That wasn’t it. He thinks for a second, the Stygimoloch gets closer. He panics, and enters “7337 #”. The elevator doors begin to close, he rushes in. Owen pushes the “-2” button inside. The Stygimoloch rams into the closed doors. Owen and Eversol sigh, then nervously laugh together. The Stygimoloch shakes its head, the white Indoraptor growls at it. The Stygimoloch squeals in fear, and runs out of the room. The Indoraptors are left alone in their cages. The black Indoraptor sniffs around, and finds its way in front of the cage door. The white Indoraptor watches its sibling closely. It reaches its arm outside the bars, it feels a latch in front of the door. It taps its toe claw and sniffs the latch. It pushes down on the latch, nothing happens. It tries pushing up on the latch… the door releases. The white Indoraptor pulls its head back, then turns and looks at its own door.

The elevator opens into the lower sub-basement. Owen looks over into the lab and sees Blue.

She sniffs the unconscious Wu. A guard wielding a rifle enters the room, he points the weapon at Blue. 

“Hey!” Owen shouted. 

He runs towards the man. Blue shrieks, she jumps onto the table on her right and slowly walks to him, hissing and growling. He clicks the safety off, the sound startles Blue. She jumps at him, he opens fire. The bullets fly past the raptor, and pierce a tank that reads “FLAMMABLE GAS” next to a breaker box. The gas spews out of the tank. 

“Oh shit!” Owen yelled. 

He runs out of the lab, back into the elevator and repeatedly taps the uppermost button, “1” to no avail. He runs out and makes a right turn, into the maintenance halls. Wu wakes up, Blue shouts a mean bark at him, he notices the gas and darts away. He passes the Indominus bone, he stops, turns around, quickly grabs it and escapes into an exit to the left. Blue lets out a caw at Wu, she then sniffs the gas, she squeals and begins to run. Eversol enters the lab, the speeding raptor runs towards him, he screams. She runs past him. He freezes… he looks over to the gas tank. His eyes widen, the tank explodes! Eversol dodges to his right and slams his face into the catwalk. 

“Mills?” Wheatley shouted, alone in the ballroom, with his sedative rifle in hand. “Hey Mills!” he shouted again. He looks ahead, and notices the empty cages, both doors are open. He turns, and notices a trail of blood leading to a set of stairs, which go down.

In a tight hallway, with pipes covering the walls. The black Indoraptor drops a deceased man on top of a pile of human corpses. The white Indoraptor approaches the pile, and sniffs it. The other raptor aggressively roars at it. The white raptor growls and backs away, and looks over at its own pile of dead men, which is significantly smaller. It taps its toe claw, expands its nostrils, and quickly turns its head towards another corridor...

In the maze of maintenance halls:

“Where the hell is Wu?!” Mills shouted at his armed escort of two men.

“Nobody’s responding on the radios.” one of them replied.

The basement violently shakes.

“Jesus! Alright, we’re leaving, Wu can take care of himself.” said Mills.

Eversol exits one of the corridors, and walks in front of Mills.

Mills and Eversol yelp, startling each other. “Why are you still here?” Mills asked.

Eversol frustratingly exhales. “I don’t know maybe ask Lockwood why he decided to build a fucking maze for a basement!”

“Whatever, get outta the way.” Mills goes around Eversol.

He approaches an elevator, he looks over at the keypad, it’s powered off. He touches it, it doesn’t respond. 

“What the hell?” Mills whined.

He tries touching it again, still nothing. He slaps the wall.

“Dammit! We gotta go to the stairs. Come on!” he yelled to his escort. 

Owen runs through the maintenance halls.

“Owen!” Claire and Owen run into each other. 

He grabs her arms. “Let’s get the heck outta here.” 

The lights flicker. 

Zia looks up. “Woah woah woah, what’s happening?” she asked.

“The frickin’ lab blew up.” Owen answered. 

“Hey!” shouted Mills, standing halfway across the long, concrete hall. 

The lights flicker again.

Claire tenses up with anger. “Did you even feel anything!?” she shouted to Mills. 

Mills pauses for a moment, then speaks. “To be honest, yeah. I did, and I still do. But, I had to do what I had to do. No compromises.”

Maisie begins to sob.

Mills looks at her. “Maisie, come to me. Now.” he demanded.

Maisie grabs Claire’s arm. Owen stands in front of them. 

Mills smirks. “Wow, that’s… that’s perfect actually!” Mills exclaimed, then laughed. “The freaks take custody of the freak!”

“Jesus man, she’s a little girl!” Zia yelled.

“Oh, you have no idea what she is. What do you think drove Lockwood and Hammond apart, huh?” 

Claire and Owen look confused. 

“Lockwood never had a grandchild. He just wanted his daughter back. And he had the technology to do it.” explained Mills.

Maisie loses the strength in her arms and trembles. Wu, along with an escort of five men, entered the hallway. One of the guards is holding the Indominus rex rib bone.

“Mills!” Wu said.

Mills chuckled and continued. “And that’s not even the half of it. The Indoraptor’s intelligence?” Mills nodded. “That comes from leftovers of her “mother’s” DNA… Lockwood let him…” He points to Wu. “use it for whatever he wanted, and he used it... in the creation of one of the Indominus rex prototypes.” Mills revealed. 

Wu panicked. “Mills!”

One of the guards is grasped in the white Indoraptor’s jaws. Its ghastly figure sprints through the corridor. The guard screams in agony as he’s carried away. 

“Go!” Owen shouted to the others. 

They make a right, deeper into the maze. Mills and Wu’s group stay in the hallway. 

“Christ!” Wu shouted.

The lights turn off. The guards switch on the lights mounted to their rifles.

Wu sweats. “The elevator isn’t working… and we’re stuck in here with them!”

“No, there’s another exit, there’s a set of stairs that leads to the ballroom.” said Mills.

“Which connects to the loading bay.” Wu added.

“Yeah, give me that.” Mills screws a flashlight off one of the rifles, he points it forward… “Follow me.” he said.

Mills carefully leads the others through the hallways, they make a left turn. A sharp tapping noise reverberates through the pitch black halls, the maze echoes noises like an empty basketball court. The men freeze, the tapping ceases. They scan the room with their lights… they move again. The lights flicker on, then back off. The guard behind Wu disappears into the deep dark, and screams. Wu screams and recoils. The screams continue to echo, then suddenly cease. ”It's just an animal.” Wu thought. But the physical presence of the Indoraptor feels like death itself has been released into the world. But that’s what Masrani, Hoskins and Mills wanted, wasn’t it? No, That’s what Hoskins wanted, Masrani just wanted to make Jurassic World exciting again. He wasn’t sure what Mills’ end goal was.

“Come on, just a little further.” said Mills.

The guard between Wu and Mills is snatched. Wu could feel the weight of the animal quickly sprint by, right in front of him. The lights flicker on. The guard who was just taken dropped the Indominus bone, Wu picks it up. Mills finally sees the last right turn they need to make, before they reach the stairs. 

“Right there.” he points forward.

Eversol looks ahead. “Okay, on three. We run... one… two… th-”

The lights flicker off again. Eversol is interrupted, and is dragged away, screaming. The lights come back on! The rest run ahead. The white Indoraptor drops Eversol onto the ground, in a tight corridor. Eversol groans in agony at the deep teeth holes in his right shoulder and chest. He cries and attempts to crawl away, too fear-stricken and too weak to get up on his feet. Straight ahead, he notices Wu’s and Mills’ men piled lifelessly on top of eachother, realizing he’d soon join them. The white Indoraptor swipes at his limp legs with its right hand, tearing through Eversol’s black dress pants and splattering the walls with his blood. He screams, then stops, and notices a heavy pain weighing down in the back of his neck: The Indoraptor’s jaws crush his neck inwards, bursting his vocal cords, and piercing his throat. Eversol squints his eyes in pain, as the life fades from them. Blood and organs spill out of his collapsed neck, immediately causing his face to grow pale. The rest of his body twitches, while gasses and bodily fluids spew out of the open wounds.

Mills, Wu, and the remaining guards reach the stairwell. Mills and Wu run up the stairs, the white Indoraptor stops at the bottom, reaches up with its long pale arm, and grabs one of the guards. Wu yelps, the man begs for his life as he’s carried away in the Indoraptor’s jaws.

Owen leads Claire and the kids through the dark, silent corridors. The lights come on, then immediately turn off again. A scream can be heard in the distance, Maisie gasps. Claire grabs, and holds on to her hand. Owen drags his hand against the wall as he sneaks. The lights come on again. Owen adjusts his eyes to the light, he notices a sign in front of one of the turns, that reads “CONTAINMENT, LABORATORY, CONTROL ROOM”. He turns around to the others and nods his head. He notices a large animal galloping towards them!

“Run!” Owen shouted.

The black Indoraptor shrills, it speeds through the long corridor. Claire, Owen and the kids run toward the sign. They arrive right in front of it-the Indoraptor jumps in front of the entrance! It growls and opens its jaws. A sedative dart is shot into the raptor, it stops and screeches. The lights flicker. Everyone turns around, Wheatley lowers his rifle… 

“Wheatley?!” exclaimed Zia.

The Indoraptor shakes its head and screams. It jumps through the others, towards Wheatley. Wheatley dodges out of the way, he turns and fires another dart into the animal, the dart causes the raptor to yelp. The Indoraptor’s tail divides Franklin and Zia from Claire and the others. Franklin pushes Zia into the entrance, they run through, into the containment room. 

“This way!” Owen shouted. He and the girls run in the opposite direction.

Wheatley gets up. “Hey!” he shouted to Owen. 

He tossed the sedative rifle, and a small pouch of darts to Owen. Wheatley pulls his revolver from his waist.

“And make sure those four-eyed brats stay safe!” he concluded.

The lights in the maze flicker on and off. Wheatley fires bullets into the animal, causing it to screech. Owen nods and leads Claire and Maisie forward. They run up the same stairs Mills and Wu escaped through. 

Franklin and Zia, running, look back at Wheatley, he causes the Indoraptor to collapse. They turn their heads back forward and proceed down the corridor.

The Indoraptor rises up, Wheatley reloads his revolver. 

“How many is it gonna take, ya bastard?” Wheatley talks to the raptor. 

The Indoraptor growls, then leaps at Wheatley. He quickly fires two more bullets into the animal. The Indoraptor sways, then falls over limp. Wheatley slowly lowers his weapon. He sneaks over and kicks the creature, it doesn’t react. He puts his weapon down and whips out his multi-tool.

“Well, while I’m here…” he said to himself.

He kneels down, beside the Indoraptor’s snout. He begins to pull on its largest tooth, he struggles with it.

“They really built you tough, huh?” he said under his breath.

He continues to pull. Behind him, the Indoraptor’s left arm raises up. Wheatley stops, he turns around, the arm is frozen on the ground. He resumes pulling on the tooth. The raptor’s arm raises up again, right next to his face. Wheatley stops again, he turns around and feels a sharp pain in his right arm! The Indoraptor grasped him with its jaws. Wheatley cries out in misery, the raptor lifts him off the ground. It bites deeper into his arm causing him to release his revolver, next the limb disconnects from his shoulder. Wheatley screams as he flops onto the ground. He backs up to the wall. He groans and grips his shoulder, which is spewing blood. He squints his face and cries. The Indoraptor swallows the hunter’s arm in front of him. It crouches down and rubs its snout against his face. Wheatley raises his remaining arm and pets the animal, as if to say he’s sorry. The Indoraptor screams, chunks of flesh and blood splatter across his wrinkled face. The force of the intense exhalation of air blows Wheatley’s safari cap off his head. Wheatley continues to cry. The Indoraptor tilts its head, pulls its forearm back, then lunges it into the side of his head. The black claws pierce Wheatley’s skull, He intensely bawls and whimpers. Blood quickly flows from the large, deep holes. “Oh God, how am I still alive?” he thought. The Indoraptor quickly releases its claws from his head. It grabs his legs and drags him away, with Wheatley still alive, wishing he were dead.

A thunderstorm begins outside the manor. Lighting and thunder fill the sky, while raindrops impact the sunroof. Owen and the girls hurry up multiple sets of stairs. Past the ballroom, and into the parlor, where the lights are also flickering. They stop.

“Anybody know an exit?” Owen asked.

“The front door's in the foyer, over there.” Claire answered, then pointed straight ahead to the end of the room.

Maisie sits down. Owen looks at Maisie, she’s trembling, he kneels down. 

“Hey, we can talk about what he said later, okay? Right now we gotta get the heck outta here.” 

He gets no response. 

Claire kneels down. “Hey, you’re not a "freak". You’re a person, just like everyone else.” Claire told her. 

Maisie sniffles as tears fall from her face. “I’m not like those monsters?” she asked. 

“Well you’re not tryna eat us are ya?” Owen asked, then smirked. 

Maisie shakes her head, she wipes the tears from her face, and stands up. The Indoraptor barks from the stairway. Owen signals the girls to run into the door closest to them. They quickly enter and shut the door, which leads into a dark narrow hallway. Owen feels for doors. He opens one. They walk out into one of the glass displays in the parlor, through the fake foliage and past the dinosaur statues. He peers through the glass, and notices no sign of the raptor. He sees a door that leads into the center of the parlor, they sneak over to it. He slowly opens the door, back into the larger room. 

“That way.” Claire whispered and pointed a few feet ahead, at the foyer. 

Owen nods, they begin moving. They walk in front of the Agujaceratops skull. A drained sedative dart falls beside Claire, she snaps her head up. The Indoraptor is on top of the skull! It’s tapping its toe claws, sniffing and scraping the skull as it scratches Wheatley's darts from its scales. Claire pulls Owen in front of the skull, they crouch. Maisie’s left out in the open, she quietly runs over to another skeletal display and hides. She looks up at the Indoraptor, it’s getting closer to Claire and Owen. She sees the string mechanism she used on Iris before, she releases it from the hadrosaur skeleton. The plastic T-rex toy hits the ground across the room, in front of the foyer. The Indoraptor squawks, it looks over to the toy. It jumps off the skull and slowly crawls over to it, blocking the foyer. Owen taps Claire’s arm, they walk over to Maisie, Claire grabs her hand. They re-enter the glass display in the wall.

Franklin and Zia find themselves in the containment room, where the lab and cages are. Dinosaurs groan and whine in the cages ahead. Franklin steps into the middle of the floor and notices the flame-engulfed lab, on the floor above. On the opposite side of the lab is the control room. 

“We might be able to get the lights back on up there.” said Franklin

“Worth a shot.” Zia replied.

Owen leads Claire and Maisie through the display, they head for a door which connects to the display ahead. The Indoraptor runs through the parlor, nearly silently.

Franklin and Zia enter the control room. 

“Over there.” said Franklin.

He walks over to a control panel, with multiple monitors. 

“You think this’ll get the lights on?” Zia asked. 

“I am... gonna push buttons and hope for the best.” Franklin replied. 

Zia glances at him as he navigates the panel.

“Hey uh, I just wanted to say- about what happened on the boat…” Zia said. 

“That must’ve been tough, but you saved us. You made the right call.” she told him. “Thanks.”

Franklin stops, looks at her and smiles, which quickly turns into a frown as he stares at the panel. "Yeah, people keep telling me that. I still don't believe it, but-" A small monitor on the panel suddenly displays “EMERGENCY POWER?”. He looks at Zia who returns the glance with a brief nod, then back at the screen. He taps it-the lights in the control room power on with an electrical buzz.

Owen and the girls continue ahead, to enter the next display. The lights begin coming on in the parlor. The displays around them light up, one by one. Until theirs does as well... It’s silent… Maisie looks into the glass, she sees her reflection. Disgustingly janky teeth protrude from her face, she screams! The Indoraptor breaks through the glass, causing the logs inside the display to fall around them. The Indoraptor attempts to reach Maisie and Claire. The logs block its reach. Owen kicks a log still suspended on the ceiling, the elevated section of it falls on the raptor’s head. He attempts to get a shot in with the rifle, but the logs obscure the animal’s skin. 

Claire pushes Maisie out of the way. “Go! Run!” she screamed.

Maisie flees from the display. The Indoraptor grips Claire’s leg with its toe claw. Claire groans in agony. The Indoraptor stops and sniffs, it turns around and leaves the display, running after Maisie. 

Maisie runs up the stairs, to the second floor. 

“Maisie!” Iris grabs her. 

“Run Iris!” Maisie screamed.

“Go! Go! I’ll be right behind you!” Iris lets her go, Maisie runs up a set of stairs. 

The Indoraptor stops in front of Iris, who grabs a long thin lamp and points it at the creature. The raptor edges closer to Iris, and sniffs the lamp… Iris trembles. It moves its head past the lamp, Iris drops the light. The Indoraptor growls and slowly opens its jaws--.

Maisie makes her way to the upper floors of the manor. She quickly enters a narrow hallway, and notices a dumbwaiter at the end of the hall. She comes up to it, and starts to pull the rope, in effort to bring the compact elevator to this floor. The Indoraptor shrieks at the end of the hallway and promptly proceeds towards Maisie. Maisie panics, and pulls on the rope faster, more intensely. She can see the elevator getting closer. As well, she can feel the Indoraptor gallop through the hallway towards her. The elevator comes close enough for her to pull it by hand- she feels like the Indoraptor is right on top of her! She neglects to pull the elevator all the way up and quickly crawls inside, then Maisie jumps into the small elevator and slams the door down. The Indoraptor smacks against the door and shrieks. Maisie immediately begins ascending. Through the window: a lighthouse by the lake catches the Indoraptor’s attention.

Owen lifts the logs off of Claire’s legs. She yelps. Owen places a bundle of the display’s leaves on her wound. 

“You’re okay. I’ll keep pressure on it.” Owen said as Claire groaned and shivered. “Don’t look at it, look at me. Look at me.” Owen said. 

“You have to go find her.” she told him. 

“I know, I just don’t wanna-” 

She removes his hand from the wound and places her hands on it. “Go.” she said. 

He nods and runs from the display.

Maisie’s forced to stop pulling the dumbwaiter up, she’s reached the top. She attempts to move the elevator back down, but it’s jammed from the excessive pulling. She slowly slides the door up and crawls out. She sees her bedroom ahead and runs in, slamming the door behind her. She crawls into the perceived safety of her bed. 

Lightning flashes into the room, thunder shakes the windows, heavy rain splashes onto the balcony outside. Something causes the roof to creak, the creaking is accompanied by gurgling and growling, the noises get closer to the balcony window. A large, four-fingered pitch black hand descends from the roof, it nudges the handle on one of the balcony’s two doors. The door swings open. It opens the other door and crawls down onto the balcony, feet-first. Maisie sees a shadow of the theropod’s eerie profile against the wall. She shivers and cries. The outside air causes the thin curtains in the room to float upwards. The Indoraptor smacks its lips and breathes heavily. It approaches the foot of Maisie’s bed and extends its hand over her. It gently drags its long claws over her blanket. She shakes and cries. The raptor begins to bring its face closer to her. She begins screaming into her blanket. It brings its snout right in front of her face. It starts purring. Maisie stops screaming and looks into the Indoraptor’s eyes… it looks at ease… The handle for the bedroom door turns, it slowly opens. The white Indoraptor sniffs the floor as it crawls in. It enters the room, and snaps its head up, to look at Maisie. It jumps forward, next to her bed and opens its jaws- the black Indoraptor snaps at its sibling! The white Indoraptor shrieks and returns the gesture. Maisie throws her blankets up and runs out of her bed. She crawls under the white Indoraptor’s tail, and flees out of the room, running into Owen. 

“You okay?” He grabs her shoulder, and looks ahead at the raptors, hissing at each other.

Owen nudges Maisie, they hurry down the stairs.

The black Indoraptor stands on its hind limbs and slashes at the white Indoraptor’s face with its forelimbs, scratching its left eye. The white Indoraptor screams, and rams its head into the other, knocking the black Indoraptor back. The black Indoraptor slices the other’s left leg, leaving a deep cut, weakening it. The white one responds with a jaw snap at the black raptor’s snout. It bites deeply into the other’s face, holding on tight and shaking it. The black Indoraptor kicks the white raptor’s injured leg with its own, the white raptor loses its grip and falls. The standing raptor slams its right leg onto its sibling’s face, it bends its head down and bites into the white, scaly neck. The white Indoraptor squirms. The black one shrills, as it continually increases the pressure, until the white raptor stops moving, and the life fades from its eyes. The black Indoraptor barks into the ceiling. Its noises echo through the manor.

Claire limps up to the second floor, meeting Owen and Maisie. 

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

“Come on!” Owen takes them down the stairs. “Have you seen Zia and Franklin?” he asked Claire. 

“No, no I haven’t.” she responded.

“The power came back on, think they had somethin’ to do with that?” Owen asked. 

Claire nods her head. “Maybe.”

“Basement then.” Owen said. 

They run to the elevator. Blue jumps in front of them and screams. 

Owen extends his right hand. “Hey girl…” Owen said to the raptor. “You gonna let us through?”

The Indoraptor squawks from the second floor. They turn around. The larger raptor jumps down into the parlor. Blue screeches at it, the Indoraptor screams back. Blue runs forward, and clamps onto the creature’s body, biting and scratching it. Owen and the others run for the now functional elevator. 

“Shit!” Owen said, as he realized he never saw what Eversol entered into the keypad. He turns around.

Maisie runs up to it. She enters “7337”... but pauses.

She groans. “I thought that was it!”

Claire notices the “#” symbol, and presses it. The elevator opens. Owen turns to the brawl. Blue bites the larger Indoraptor’s neck. The Indoraptor kicks its foot up, grabbing Blue by the tail and pulling her onto the ground. Owen can’t stand to watch this, he raises his sedative rifle, then stops, unsure if he has enough left to take the animal out. Lightning flashes through the sunroof, he looks up at it, then he looks at the Agujaceratops skull. He runs over to the stairs, leading to the second floor. 

“Owen no!” Claire screamed.

“Get the kids outta here!” he runs up the stairs.

Claire pauses. “Go! Go!” She suddenly shouted to Maisie. 

Maisie stares at the Indoraptor. 

“Come on!” Claire pulls her into the elevator.

Owen whistles from the floor above, he catches the Indoraptor’s attention. It snarls at him, abandoning its fight with the smaller raptor. Owen runs ahead, the Indoraptor gives chase. 

The bars to the sub-basement’s cages begin to descend into the ground. 

“Oh no.” Franklin said.

“What, what happened?” Zia asked.

“Switching to the backup power reset the cages.” he said with wide eyes.

“Franklin!” Zia said irritably.

“I didn’t know!” he replied.

They begin to argue back and forth.

The T-rex raises her head in front of the control room window and lets out a gravelly grumble. Franklin and Zia freeze. She peers in at the two young adults with her right eye. The T-rex shifts her focus to a crying infant Triceratops exiting its cage. She growls and walks towards it. 

“Oh my god.” Zia shivered. “She’s gonna kill everything in here…” she said. 

More animals emerge from their cages, kicking, scratching and biting each other, shaking the basement. 

Owen runs into Maisie’s bedroom. The white Indoraptor lays on the floor, lifeless. Owen looks out to the balcony, he loads his rifle with sedative darts. The Indoraptor charges into the room, Owen shoots the Indoraptor with a dart, the raptor wavers. He runs out onto the rain-soaked balcony and climbs onto the lip. He runs across the steep roof, onto the sunroof of the parlor. The Indoraptor charges through a window, onto the roof. Thick drops of rain beat against Owen’s head, he balances on the wet metal ridge, over the middle of the sunroof, until he reaches the end. The raptor cautiously approaches him, it places a limb on the glass, its hand falls through. The Indoraptor observes this and keeps its hands on the metal. It continues to approach Owen. He raises his dart rifle at the raptor, the Indoraptor shrieks and jumps toward him. The raptor narrowly misses Owen as he ducks, it grips the metal outline with its claws. He drops the rifle onto the glass, the glass cracks. He extends his hand to the rifle. The raptor quickly pulls itself back onto the thin ridge, it starts to lunge at Owen again-A metal clanging sound occurs across the rooftop. 

Maisie repeatedly slams her T-rex toy onto the metal ridge. “Hey!” she aggressively shouted.

The Indoraptor turns and maliciously barks. 

“What’re you doing?!” Owen yelled.

“It has my mother’s blood! That’s what Mr. Mills said!” she shouted. “It won’t hurt me!” 

“No, Maisie get away from it!” Owen yelled.

Claire climbs out of the broken window. “Maisie!” she shouted. 

“Stay away! It’ll protect me from you!” Maisie told Claire. 

Claire stops. The Indoraptor jumps past Owen, and inches towards Maisie. She looks at Owen, then to the rifle. Owen quickly picks it up, the glass beneath it shatters. The Indoraptor turns around and shrieks at Owen. It runs across the ridge! He shoots it, one dart, two darts, three darts. The Indoraptor doesn’t slow down. Four, five… finally on the sixth dart! The Indoraptor loses its balance and falls onto the glass, the glass shatters. It quickly grabs the metal ridge and struggles above the sharp horns of the Agujaceratops skull. But it carefully climbs back up and turns to Owen, it barks and scowls at him... Blue shrieks from behind the Indoraptor, catching its attention, she jumps at the Indoraptor, causing it to lose balance again. Blue clasps on to its body and begins to bite and scratch. They both fall into the parlor below. The Indoraptor slams into the two ceratopsid horns, impaled by them. Blue shrieks and jumps down from the dead theropod. Owen looks over to Claire and Maisie. Then back down to Blue, who runs away. 

“Are you okay?” Claire asked Maisie. Owen looks down at the dead Indoraptor and breathes a sigh of relief.

Claire, Owen and Maisie exit the elevator, they’re greeted by the tip of the Tyrannosaurus’ tail. Zia distressingly waves them over to the control room, they run across the catwalk. 

“Why is she out!?” Claire limped in and asked.

“System reboot opened the cages.” Franklin said. 

“These animals are going to kill each other if we don’t do something!” Zia told Claire.

“You wanna let them outside?” Owen asked.

“No!... But yes.” she reluctantly replied. 

The animals whine in their cages, a large Allosaurus exits its cage. It strides in front of the rex and roars, challenging her. An Apatosaurus runs out from a thin doorway, it bumps into the Allosaurus. The Allosaurus roars at the sauropod. Claire notices a glass encased button which reads “Containment level gate release IN EMERGENCY PUSH.” She looks over and sees a large metal door next to the Allosaurus and Apatosaurus, the latter turns around, and swings its tail, whipping the Allosaurus in the snout. The Allosaurus yelps.

“Claire, that’s dangerous. We’re not on an island anymore…” Owen warned.

Claire tenses up, she lifts the glass case. 

“Claire. You press that button there is no goin’ back.” Owen warned again. 

Claire looks at the animals… then back at the button... She pulls the case back down, concealing the button. Claire approaches the glass, and sobs, as the animals dig into each other. A Carnotaurus feasts on a Sinoceratops it defeated. The Tyrannosaurus bites into the crest of the adult Triceratops, protecting its infant. Claire, Maisie and Zia gasp. the adult Triceratops groans and swings its head forward, scratching the rex’s chest with its horns. Maisie looks at Zia and Franklin, they look back at her. A Stegosaurus and an Ankylosaurus bump into each other, the Stegosaurus moans as it pulls its tail back to attack. A Baryonyx swallows a struggling Gallimimus. The Allosaurus charges at the Apatosaurus, it goes for one of its legs- the gate opens. The animals vocalize, and immediately rush out. Claire and Owen turn to see Maisie, Zia and Franklin with their hands on the gate release button. 

“Dad probably would've made me do it.” Franklin said and nervously smiled. 

Claire wipes her tears away, then smirks, she places her hand on theirs. Owen buries his face into the palms of his hands. 

He sighs, and looks at them, annoyed. 

“Welp, what’s done is done.” he said, then places his hand on the button. 

The thunderstorm has subsided. On the lake, at the loading dock: Mills’ guards loaded briefcases into vehicles. A black car, transporting Dr. Wu stops next to Mills. 

Wu, covered in sweat, rolls down the passenger window. “Take it to the main facility.” He passes the encased Indominus bone to Mills. “It’s the quickest way to resume the production of the Indoraptors. I’ll meet you there in a few days.” Wu explained. 

“Where are you going?” Mills asked.

“To Site B. There’s another specimen there that might serve as an alternative to Blue.” said Wu.

Mills tightly holds the rib bone to his chest. “It better, we’re gonna have a hard time recovering from this fucking mess.” he responded. 

“I’ll get us back on track, I’ve recovered from worse.” Wu assured, then rolled the window back up. 

The car departs. Mills takes a deep breath, then moves toward his own similar car. Mills’ armed men pass by the large loading bay tunnel. A pattering thunder shakes the ground around them. The men stop, they turn and look into the dark tunnel- the Allosaurus stops in front of them. The men yell and panic, dropping the cargo and briefcases. An Apatosaurus exits the tunnel, trampling over and crushing two of the men. The Allosaurus charges one of the men, it leans forward and forces him into its snout. It quickly tosses its head up, throwing the man into the sky, screaming. The Allosaurus catches the man and swallows him whole. Mills anxiously rushes over to his vehicle. 

The rest of the animals begin to pour out of the tunnel, a Triceratops rams its head into a group of fleeing men knocking them aside, mortally wounding them. Mills forces himself onto the ground, and crawls under the car, pulling the Indominus bone in with him. Something kicks the car, causing it to slide forward. He crawls back under the car, abandoning the bone. A Compsognathus runs under the vehicle, in front of Mills’ face. It tilts its head at Mills, chirps, and bites his nose. He groans and struggles to pull it off, Another one bites into his ear, he screams, then his arm, then his back, then his left leg. He kicks around, trying to get them off of him. He rolls out from under the car, the Compies fall off his body. He stands up, the large stampede has ended. The Compies look up at him and tweet. He kicks dirt at them, they scurry off. A large presence looms over Mills, he picks up the Indominus bone and holds it against his chest. He sighs a deep breath, and turns around. The Tyrannosaurus puffs air from her nostrils, her attention is focused on the trees ahead. Mills quickly backs away, dropping the bone on the ground. The dirt under his feet shifts around loudly, The rex immediately snaps her head down, just as he makes contact with the car. Mills freezes, and attempts to slow his intense breathing. The Tyrannosaur looks down at Mills, and turns her head to the left, focusing her right eye on the car. Looking for the source of the noise. She bends her ginormous head forward, she moves it past Mills’ own head. She rubs the end of her snout against the car, right next to his ear. The vehicle moves slightly, the rex sniffs it. Mills suddenly finds himself within the jaws of a dinosaur, he can feel his legs dangling out of the animal’s snout. An immense pain fills his stomach-no, his whole body. And a sharp rumbling deafens his ears. He's beginning to find it hard to breathe. The pain in his stomach greatly intensifies, suddenly he can feel the jaws rapidly shake his body back and forth. Mills feels an immense amount of blood leave his head, it's tight and heavy, like his head weighs too much for his own neck to hold anymore. Before long, Mills could no longer feel anything, and for a very brief moment, he was able to realize that he was dead. A Carnotaurus snatched the man right in front of the Tyrannosaur, and began to shake him side to side. The larger theropod raises her head, and lunges for Mills’ corpse, she grabs his legs. Attempting to pull it away from the Carno. As the lower half of the corpse loosens, the Tyrannosaurus releases, then smacks the Carnotaur’s snout with its own, causing Mills’ body to finally rip into two halves. The Carnotaurus drops its half and runs away. The group of Compsognathus help themselves to the remains on the ground. The Tyrannosaur swallows her fill and roars into the sky. She runs past the car into the forest ahead, shattering the Indominus bone on her way out. 

Claire, Owen and the others step out of the front door of the manor. Blue appears in front of them. 

“Hey girl.” Owen said to her. 

Claire looks at Owen. “Owen…” she said cautiously. 

He looks back at Claire. “it’s okay, she won’t hurt us.” 

Blue tilts her head at Owen, he reaches his hand out and walks over to her. She sniffs his hand. Owen eases it under her lower jaw. The animal purrs and snorts. Owen releases his hand. “Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere safe.” he said.

Blue stares into Owen’s eyes. She squints. Blue backs up, turns around and rushes away. Owen looks on, his eyes tear up. Maisie runs to Owen’s side. Blue stops in front of the forest for a moment, she looks back, then continues to run. Owen stares off. 

He looks to Franklin and Zia. “Hey, I went to go check where Wheatley was…” he said.

Zia and Franklin look to each other, then back to Owen. 

“Is he-” Zia asked. 

Owen melancholically nods. 

Zia anxiously laughs. “That prick.” She rubs her eyes.

Franklin exhales and frowns. Claire approaches Zia, and hugs her. Maisie stares into the forest.

“How many times do ya have to see the evidence? How many times must the point be made? We’re causing our own extinction. We’ve been on that path for a very long time.” said Malcolm. 

A Carnotaurus inside a cage is loaded onto a plane. 

“Too many red lines have been crossed.” 

Someone opens a case full of embryos. 

“And our home has in fundamental ways been polluted by avarice and political megalomania.” Multiple trucks drive across the Nevada desert, hauling de-extinct animals. 

“Genetic power has now been unleashed. And of course, that's gonna be catastrophic.” 

A large crop field has been ravaged. 

“This change was inevitable, from the moment we brought the first dinosaur back from extinction.” 

Multiple Compsognathus approach a hen house.

”We convince ourselves that sudden change is something that happens outside the normal order of things, like a car crash. Or that it's beyond our control, like a fatal illness. We don't conceive of sudden,”   

Riots and robberies are shown on news broadcasts throughout the world.

“...radical, irrational change as woven into the very fabric of existence. Yet, I can assure you, it most assuredly is. And it's happening now.” 

The Mosasaurus approaches a group of unsuspecting surfers. 

“Humans and dinosaurs are now gonna be forced to co-exist.” 

A family drives through the Californian woodlands late at night, a large herd of deer run across the road, forcing them to stop.

“These creatures were here before us. And if we're not careful, they're gonna be here after.” 

The Tyrannosaurus bites into the back legs of a buck, the deer loses its strength and falls to the ground. The headlights of the family’s vehicle cast onto the dinosaur’s massive figure. She stares into the vehicle, before bending forward and feasting on the buck.

“We're gonna have to adjust to new threats that we can't imagine.” 

As Owen hammers away at his cabin, making smart-ass remarks to Claire, Maisie looks out at the sunset, watching Pteranodons fly ahead. Claire and Owen stop when they notice the flying reptiles. 

“We've entered a new era.” Malcolm nods his head. “Welcome to Jurassic World.” 

Blue sprints across a mountain, she overlooks a small town. The animal begins barking and screaming, calling out for a companion.