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CHAPTER 3: A Storm Is Coming INT. JURASSIC PARK GUEST QUARTERS – MORNING A DINOSAUR BOBBLEHEAD wobbles on the nightstand. The digital alarm clock reads 7:00 AM. CLAUDIA stirs, groaning, and is about to roll over when— A SCREAM echoes from the next room. Claudia’s eyes snap open. She jumps out of bed, throws on a robe, and rushes to the door. INT. MONICA’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS Monica stands on top of the dresser, clutching her pillow like a weapon. She frantically points at the floor. MONICA(panicked, pointing)It’s in here! It’s in here! Claudia looks down— A Compsognathus—a small, green dinosaur the size of a chicken—scurries around, hissing and chirping. Claudia grabs a pillowcase and attempts to trap the tiny dinosaur, but it's too fast, darting under the bed. CLAUDIAMonica! Get your fat ass down here and help! MONICANope! Not happening! Claudia makes another lunge, missing. The Compy squeaks and darts toward the open door. The door swings open—SASHA stands there, looking

CHAPTER 3: THE INVITATION AND THE ISLAND EXT. MONTANA EXCAVATION SITE – DAWN The sun rises over the vast badlands, revealing a dig site bustling with activity. Dozens of paleontologists and students work tirelessly, dusting away layers of earth. The site is a network of partially unearthed fossils, makeshift tents, and excavation equipment. A STUDENT carefully brushes away sediment, revealing a partially excavated velociraptor claw. The razor-sharp talon glistens in the early light. A ruler is placed alongside it to gauge its size. Nearby, DR. ALAN GRANT, a seasoned paleontologist, watches with a keen eye. His dust-covered jeans and faded T-shirt reflect years spent in the field. With a quiet intensity, he wipes the dust from his wire-frame glasses and studies the fossil. STUDENT 1 (eagerly)Dr. Grant, should we document the exposure before removing the claws? GRANT (nodding)Take your time. That’s a perfect specimen of Velociraptor antirrhopus. A vicious predator. From the

Chapter 1: Biosyn Cupertino, California – Biosyn Headquarters A high-stakes meeting is underway in the boardroom of Biosyn Genetics. The board of directors sits impatiently as CEO Bill Steingarten addresses them, his fingers steepled as he surveys the room. Steingarten: "Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to discuss the future of Biosyn. As you know, our research into genetic engineering has brought us to the precipice of something revolutionary. But there is one obstacle in our way—InGen." A murmur spreads across the table. Some of the directors exchange glances, while others lean in, intrigued. Steingarten (continuing): "According to my sources, InGen has not only succeeded in reviving prehistoric life, but their cloning operations are based on Isla Sorna—one of the so-called 'Five Deaths.' This presents both a challenge and an opportunity." Some of the board members express frustration, questioning the validity of the intelligence. Director 1: "We’ve been funding this

Nishizumi Garage Warehouse: Hidden Project The dimly lit Nishizumi garage warehouse is abuzz with activity. Tsuneo and his team are gathered around a massive workbench, poring over a large set of blueprints spread across the table. The garage is filled with tools, spare tank parts, and a towering object shrouded under an enormous tarp, its size hinting at an ambitious project underway. Tsuneo: (leaning over the blueprints) “All right, everyone, let’s focus. The clock’s ticking, and this needs to be perfect.” Fatty: (squinting at the blueprints, scratching his head) “Boss, I don’t know how we’re pulling this off. Even with the tools and parts, we’re gonna need a lot more hands for this kind of job.” Stinky: (pointing at the tarp) “Yeah, not to mention... what exactly is this? I mean, come on, Tsuneo, you’re killing us here. You’ve been playing this one close to the chest for weeks!” Brooklyn: (nodding, crossing his arms) “We’re working blind here, chief. What are we building? A new