Reaching a clearing in the forest, Grant spotted something colourful laying at the foot of a rocky outcrop ahead. A trace of the person he was following. Thank God. He thought he’d lost the trail of footprints. Years in the wilderness of Montana had served him well.
He entered the clearing and began making his way toward the object. It was some sort of can…
Grant picked it up. It was shaving foam. He recognised the brand. Barbosol. But it felt strange, hollow. He looked down and realised the bottom had fallen out. He crouched, setting his pack on the ground next to him. It was strange - metallic, with small vials. Looking closer, he could make out codes on each vial: TC, GA, TR, VR, PR, BA, BR. These were the codes InGen used to represent species in the park - TC: Triceratops; GA: Gallimimus, TR: Tyrannosaurus and so on. These were dinosaur embryos from the cold storage!
Grant marvelled at the little contraption in his hand. It reminded him of old spy movies from the 60s he watched as a kid.
This must be how the thief had smuggled embryos off the island last time. And they’d attempted it again. He needed to get back to the Visitor Centre and report back to Hammond. The thief could wait.
Heading East would be his best bet. But there was a problem. Grant frowned. A sheer rock face about 25ft high blocked his way. Wait, he recognised this area. He was in the quarry to the West of the Visitor Centre. That meant…
Grant froze as he heard a low growling sound emanating from the bushes behind him.
