Project Sorna

Two

                       From the bedroom Robin Prestley retrieved her phone. There was definitely something that needed to escape her boggled mind, and knowing to consult with someone after a period of stress was vital, especially in her life when things didn't go so well.

                       On the phone, there was a specific number Robin selected in red. She immediately tapped her finger on it, confirming whom just to call. She made sure the door was closed from any presence-especially for her father-listening to the phone call from the hallway, any prevent wouldn't even think to invade on her privacy. 

                        The receiving line picked up another women's voice. It was her long-time best friend. "Yes? This is Claire Dearing."

                        "Claire." Robin breathed. "So glad you picked up the phone. Don't count on me  working at DPSI from now on. I...just thought to call you right away. The problem is Tray. Tray Ackerman, you get me? He's been a tool all morning while at the office so really--"

                         "Woah! It's Ackerman who's been the problem?"

                         "Up until now, yes. You don't sound too happy." Robin sighed, curling the line and lying on the bed with exhaust.

                         But Claire dismissed her. "Oh-no, no! It's just that I was never aware....did he do something drastic this time?" it was almost like Claire had interpreted Robin's thoughts completely.

                         "He hit me. Really hard."

                         "That is...just horrible! I never did think he'd did that to you!" the red-haired manager was shocked to listen.

                         "I'm done with the DPSI this time around. The place is just terrible to animals, and to think that their hybrids are safe! I'm heading to schedule a trip to Sorna in just a few days. I'm telling the truth right now, I'm not totally done with studying dinosaurs and like, all that stuff. I think It's going to be relaxing for me!" Robin said.

                        "Sorna? Oh--Site B! But over there, it's just a place of solitude. Not one single person that I know of has traveled there to just be laid back. And for the record, there are still assets roaming the island. You'll want to be careful, I'm over here at the park and is with a pile-up of work to complete before I check out for the day."

                       Robin recalled the hurricane that forced the past workers on Site B to leave the island and it's dinosaurs.

                       "Ahh, I have a GPS. A GPS is all I'm needing besides the food, water, and hammock. Anyways, not many of the assets are even thriving on that island as far as my knowledge."

                      "Well, ok. The decision is on you, if-if your really alright with this. But honestly. DPSI was a real star with you on their side, there is another big project going on. No news on it right now."

                       "Yea, yea.  They can boast on it all they want, but I am not being involved. I'm in the mood for a snack and a quick run, the schedule's not going to wait for me all day just lounging."

                        It was just another few minutes the call was over. The more Robin got equated with the newly-decorated room, it became logical that she lived a life of dinosaurs. Even a Velociraptor portrait was nailed over her bed with a plant-eating dinosaur  portrait on her door.