"We altered the course of natural history. This is a necessary correction."
-Dr. Ian Malcolm
Just off the coast of Isla Nublar, a small submarine cut through the dark ocean waters, heading towards the abandoned Jurassic World lagoon. The dinosaur theme park had been closed for years now and was in a sad state of disrepair. The tow men inside the sub had orders to retrieve an important sunken object. Above the surface of the water, no stars shone in the night sky. Rain poured down. Inside a guard station at the surface next to the lagoon, a technician worked the controls that opened the lagoon's algae-covered steel gates and spoke into a mic. 'Where are you, Marine One?" "We've just passed the gates" the sub's pilot answered. "Roger that," the technician said. "Air One, clear for take-off begin tracking." Behind him a helicopter lifted off into the sky. "Copy that," said its pilot. "Tracking on." As the technician watched, the helicopter flew over the lagoon, tracking the sub. Inside the cramped quarters of the mini-sub, the two men were sweating. "Relax," the pilot said to the man beside him. "Anything here'd be dead by now." The subs bright floodlights lit up bleached white bones on the bottom of the lagoon. "There she is," the pilot said. "The Indominus rex." He steered the submarine right over the dinosaur skeleton. The other man operated the sub's robotic arms, grabbing a rib bone and sawing it off. "Air One, specimen collected," the pilot radioed. "Sending to the surface." "Copy that," the helicopter pilot radioed back. As the men in the sub sent the bone up in a sealed glass tube attached to an inflatable balloon with a flashing red beacon, a huge and ominous shadow passed silently behind the submarine and her unsuspecting crew. The rib bone broke through the surface of the water and bobbed in the rough waves.
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Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
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