especially kito // jurassic world

maybe the reck room? // indominus paddock // 1

"welcome, general taylor." claire says, as she led me to the indominus rex paddock. "thank you ms. dearing. so what is this exactly?" i asked. "this is our first genetic made dinosaur. the indominus rex." she says, pressing a lot of buttons on this tablet-like thing. "so let me get this straight. you took different dna from different dinosaurs, you tossed them together, and cooked it up into an egg?" i asked. she nodded. "and what exactly did you cook up in that lab?" i asked. "the base genome is a t-rex, the rest is....classified." she says, staring out into the paddock. "you made a new dinosaur but you don't even know what it is?" a familiar voice said from behind me. "general taylor." he says as he gets into salute formation as i turned around. "sargent grady." i say, saluting him. "great, so you two do know each other." she turned to owen. "the lab delivers us new assets and we show them to the public." she finished. "can we drop a steer, please?" she asks the worker who was busy eating food. yet he sighed and presses a button. "so how long has this thing been in here for?" i ask, trying to find the damn thing in the paddock of trees. "all its life." she says, doing the same thing as me. "never seen anything outside of these walls?" owen asks, looking over at claire. "we can't exactly walk it." she says, glaring at owen. just then, a huge hunk of meat is lowered into the paddock by a crane. "you feed it with that?" owen asks, pointing to the crane. "is there problem?" claire asks, clearly getting a bit annoyed. "animals raised in isolation aren't always the most functional." i say, looking at her. "your raptors were born in captivity." she says to owen and i. "with siblings." owen butts in. "they learn social skills. and we imprint on them when they're born. there's trust." he finishes. "the only positive relationship this animal has is with that crane." i say, leading on owen's point. "atleast she knows it means food." owen finishes. "god you two are like siblings." the guard, nick, says. owen look at each other before looking at him. "jesus you two even look alike." he finishes. "go back to eating your food." we say in union. "okay okay." he says as he stuffs his mouth once more. we turn back around to face claire. "so she needs a...friend? we should schedule play dates? that sort of thing?" she asks. owen lowers his voice: "probably not a good idea." we all notice that the dinosaur hasn't emerged from the jungle to eat the meat. claire leans in and taps on the glass. "where is it..?" she mumbles, yet we all heard her. "what, is it in the basement? is there a downstairs?" he says sarcastically. "maybe the rec room?" i finish with the same tone. regardless, she ignored us. "it was just here. we were just here. she goes to one of the thermal imaging consoles and activates it. it performs a scan of the jungle. after a moment it emits an annoyed buzzing sound and flashes the readout "NO THERMAL SIGNATURES DETECTED." the other computer screens arranged around the room begin beeping in alarm and they all show the same words. they're not detecting any body heat inside the paddock. the indominus rex isn't showing up. "oh shoot." owen says, as he looked over at the window and began walking over with me following. "that doesn't make any sense, these doors haven't opened in weeks." nick says, finally putting his food down. "were those claw marks always there?" i ask, pointing out the window. claire looks over. "you think it..." realization hits her. "oh, god!" turning, she runs out. "she has an implant in her back! i can track it from the control room!" we watch her go before looking back at the window. owen, nick, and i enter the main area of the enclosure through a side door. warily, we walk through the jungle to the back wall, where a worker, ellis, is inspecting the claw marks. owen and i are alert and nick looks nervous, but they make it over to where ellis is without incident. owen and i feel the deep grooves with his bare hand and the three men stare up at the massive wall looming over them. nick is now getting skeptical. "that wall's forty feet high. you really think she could've climbed out?" he asks. "depends..." owen starts. "depends on what?" nick asks again. "what kind of dinosaur they cooked up in that lab." i finished owen's sentence. vivian's voice comes through nick's radio all garbled. "...area... ...paddock 11... ...dock 11, do you copy..." the radio was breaking up and it was making far to much noise for a situation like this. especially if that dinosaur was still in here with us. now, nick had calmed down and started acting normal again. "yeah, what's the problem?" suddenly, the radio stopped breaking up and we could hear what she was trying to say. "IT'S IN THERE WITH YOU!"