Prologue: A New Project

"We need to create another..."

- Claire Dearing

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

The reoccurring rhythm of rushing feet on disinfected floor, the racing beats of his heart synching alongside the frantic movements as he ran down the long, empty corridor of Jurassic Worlds' Laboratory. Clenching a file full of scientific documents in-between sweat-laden hands that shook and twitched, he took a deep breath, attempting to suppress the accumulated fear held inside him - a process he had gotten all to familiar with. Gazing downwards with hesitant eyes while moving in a hurry, he catches a glancing look at the papers he was holding, the voice of his superior repeating herself to him in a memory, "This company needs reliable employees to maintain itself. If your reports are not submitted by 3:30, you will be on the next boat off Isla Nublar alongside the guests."

Jurassic World's Management had demanded the reports be submitted days ago, preceding a ("standard") debate to why they were now overdue. After negotiating an extension to the due date however, certain circumstances had acted against him and prevented him from fully using the new allocated time to its full advantage - he had already created a variety of excuses to what those circumstances were, to why fate had further hindered him, but the real truth was expressed by his work colleagues; undisciplined, lazy procrastination on his part despite the second chance. Regardless of what fulfilment Management was requesting of him, he knew that they were not joking when the possibility of being fired was brought to the table, Just tell them what they want to hear and you're be good. He thought, trying to relax with shaky breaths at the thought of what was to come before seeing the InGenlogo printed on one of the files; causing his pace to quicken and pulse to rise higher.

He had built a questionable reputation amongst the Jurassic World staff, as a scientist who would rather DO the actual science behind creating the Park's attractions, then jump through corporate hoops and WRITE about the science to company bloodsuckers who didn't bother to concern themselves with the art of creating Dinosaurs. After all, it wasn't everyday you resurrected the soul of a long extinct creature back to life for the world to admire - much less get paid handsomely to do it often, It doesn't make sense. What is the point of creating these Park asset reports for Management, when they are never going to follow up on what they propose.

The waste of scientific time and resources was a determent to those, who like him, preferred to not concern themselves with the game of navigating InGen's hierarchy and the obligations between the members of different strata, a system that only seemed to restrain his efforts; to those like him, who saw purpose in their scientific work, opportunity to advance the field of Genetics to thresholds never before witnessed - if only Jurassic World's leaders wasn't so ignorant, they would see that too. And so it was because of his conflicting view with the company and rebelliousness towards them which explained the situation he was currently in- his superior threatening to fire him for lack of dedication (or conformity depending on how you look at it), I have to focus on this more often. If Management wishes to restrict Jurassic World's evolving change, that is their mistake. I don't run a company or theme park, I create Dinosaurs.

Rounding a corner without slowing, he flicked his digital watch upwards, checking the time just as the last stretches of deserted corridors approached:

3:44PM

I'm late!

With tense limbs and heating muscles he sprints down the corridor, strangling the file he held, the pounding beat of his pulse matching the thumping impacts of his feet, sweat soon dripping from his forehead. Like most of Jurassic World's Laboratory corridors, this one was empty, void of obstacles and people, allowing him a chance to hurry without fear of colliding with someone or something.

I'm fired for sure. Thought Roberto, his pulse racing faster as his legs ran harder.

For several minutes he rushed through a repeating series of identical corridors, his lungs screaming for mercy, legs hurting and sweat flowing despite his athletic build that should have made him accustomed to this sort of trauma. Eventually he sighted a distant metallic door at the far end of the corridor he just entered; his goal. Slowing down and sighting with relief, he attempts to relax his frantic body with a reassuring thought, Okay, okay, okay, just relax, breath and smile.

Taking in deep mouthfuls of fresh air as the heaving tension in his legs and chest slowly began to ease, Roberto wipes away the sweat of his forehead onto his sleeve. Taking a moment to catch his breath and rest, he leans against one of the corridor walls and readies himself for what was to come upon opening that door, Just don't stare into her eyes, she'll turn you into stone. A voice in his head warned him, its tone blurring the line between humour and fact at what it stated...

After recovering, Roberto walks towards the door before freezing just outside of it. Flipping his finger through the file he checks to make sure no documents had fallen out on the way, before breathing another sigh; everything seemed to be in place, Okay, let's get this over with.

As his still slightly shacking hand moved to knock on the door, his eyes became drawn to the bold, black letters on the door; gulping:

Claire Dearing

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come in." Replied a women's voice.

Remember don't stare into her eyes. She's a killer.

Gripping the cold metallic handle before twisting it, Roberto slowly pushes the door open to reveal blazing sunlight shining through the window opposite the side he entered from, its view offering a spectacular image of Jurassic World's Main Street below the building he was standing in. Shielding his eyes from the blinding light while walking to the table positioned in the centre of the room, Roberto grabs the closest chair, placing his file onto the table before sitting down.

"You're late." Stated a women's voice, her tone full disappointed annoyance.

Squirting his eyes through the glare, Roberto's hazed vision gradually adapts within the room's lighting; eventually the light dims into an image of Claire Dearing who sat across from Roberto with frowning eyes and crossed arms, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Responds Roberto, hopping to hide his exhaustion and fear.

Maintaining her agitated frown, Claire shrugs off the scientist's words as her breathing became more rapid, her voice sterner, "Your reports?"

Placing his hand on the file laid across the table, Roberto shifts it closer to his superior, beads of sweat dripping from his palm as he did so, "Right here." God she is terrifying.

Claire took the file in hand, shifting through its contents with brief glances before placing the reports over to the side of the table and on top of the other reports stacked together in pile that resembled a tower. It was at this moment that Roberto noticed someone else was inside the room with them; a shadow figure standing further back in the glaring light, his arms placed behind his back as he stood facing away with a straight posture. With inquisitive eyes that spoke of intelligence the unknown man gazes outside the window at the view of Jurassic World conveyed before him while breathing relaxed and calm breaths - as if thinking intensely about something, Doctor Wu!? Thought Roberto, a wave of surprised fondness washing over him, drowning his fear and depositing excitement in its place - the man who he had always looked up to, now stood in the very room he was in.

Noting the shifting focus of her employee moving away from her, Claire's frown intensifies at Roberto before attempting to gain the latter's attention once more, "Ahem!"

Turning his sight back towards Claire, Roberto is met with a sinister look as his boss spoke, "How many times this month has this happened?" She inquires, pointing at the large stack of files resting on the table's side, her frowning glare retained.

"Five?" Replies Roberto nervously.

"Seven. What's your excuse this time?"

Quick think of something!

"A lot of the results from the experiments took far longer then expected to get. I believe it might have been the new equipment, it hasn't been used before so it might not have worked well."

Really? Your going with that excuse?

Claire's agitated look descends into one of menace, her folded arms tense, as she speaks in an unimpressed tone, "You know our engineers tested that new equipment? It works just fine."

An unnerving silence followed, with Roberto's pulse rising, a ball of fear building up inside him at the realisation of where the conversation was leading, "By all accounts I should fire you..."

Yep, it's done. I'm finished.

Claire pauses mid-sentence to take a breath of fresh air, before grabbing the table's edge with a strong, anger centred grip, "But Doctor Wu here, seems to believe your worth keeping." Explains Claire, gesturing to the other scientists present with them, her voice masking a growling tone.

Roberto snaps his gaze away to look at Henry Wu, his eyes wide and mouth almost hanging open,What? Doctor Wu said that!?

"Yes, this one is worth having. Trust me." Spoke Wu, turning around to face the two with a faint smile while still keeping his arms behind him, the sound of his words and expression causing Roberto to smile back and Claire's infuriated grip to tighten on the table.

"But that's not the only reason why we are keeping you." Interrupts Claire, facing the more inexperienced scientist once more and speaking in the same sounding voice as before. Breathing another frustrated sigh, her gaze locks on Roberto as Wu watches the two interact within the silence that dragged on for several prolonged moments with not a word being spoken - eventually the stalemate was broken by Claire whose words sent a chill through the room they were in, "We need you to create another Velociraptor."

Roberto eyes widen further, his mouth now dropping as the inability to hold back his reaction became apparent, "What?!" His voice signalling the unforeseen surprise (almost shocked) response to what was just said.

"Vic Hoskins; InGen's private security-force leader as you should know, believes that the raptors will be more effective in a group of five - rather then a group of four." Explains Claire, resisting the urge to roll her eyes and sigh again.

"Usually I would do this, but we have more -" Wu pauses his voice before glancing over at Claire, who the latter snaps around to meet him with a raised eyebrow, her brief expression providing all the information he needed, "...important projectsto work on."

"Doctor Wu seems to believe you're the only one qualified enough to do this one; to create the Raptor."

"..What uh do you what me to make it look like?" Asks Roberto, a mixture of excitement and worry present in his tone as pride was slowly replacing the fear inside him at the request his superior and idol was giving him.

"We don't care. Just make it look investment-worthy, but still look like a Velociraptor. Don't go overboard with your, what do you call it? Gene splicing." Answers Claire.

"The sooner it is made, the better." Orders Wu -

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

All eyes are drawn to the sudden sound of digital clicking emanating from Claire's wrist watch. Gazing down at her device Claire spots the pixilated digits shown and rises her head to glance at the two men before standing out of her chair and pointing at Roberto, "You're dismissed. Get to work on this new project as soon as possible, you are free to use any methods deemed appropriate for the creation of this raptor...within InGen's safety guidelines of course."

Roberto too stands while listening to his superior, taking metal notes as to what she and InGen wanted him to do, meanwhile Wu began to walk towards the door, not paying the two any mind as they discussed the procedures. Wu opens the door and exits the room with Roberto trailing close behind but before the lesser scientist could leave, Claire's voice stops him briefly, "And just so we're clear, Roberto; your pay check is going to be deducted because of your late report."

Damn...Well at least I'm not fired.

5 Minutes Later

Leaning against a side wall of the empty corridor he had only minutes ago been running through, Roberto processes everything that had transpired with deep thoughts of contemplation alongside a relaxed pulse and steady breathing, Whoa, I survived. He thought sarcastically, relief cascading in him upon making it through the terror that was facing Claire Dearing in her natural habitat; her office.

Excited thrill came next, readiness to do what was to come and expected of him. Roberto pulls away from the wall and paces down the corridor in confidence, his head held high - towards the Laboratory,

In that case, let's go make a Dinosaur!