The group arrived at the Visitor Centre. They walked through the rotunda, "We'll sort out your rooms, then shall we reconvene at the control room?" They agreed and parted ways. 

After settling into their lodgings, Grant, Sattler and Malcolm regrouped at the Control Room. Dennis Nedry was sitting at a terminal in the far corner of the room, eating a candy bar and typing. They were greeted by Robert Muldoon. He didn’t waste any time. “Good to see you all. We have a lot of work to do.” 

“Firstly, a few herbivores are still loose following the storm that hit the last time you were here. Since they posed no immediate danger, we’ve allowed them to roam free. But seeing as we’re expecting new arrivals, we’ll need to get them back to their paddocks.”

“New arrivals?” asked Ellie.

“Yes, more species for the tour. We’ll also need to perform health check-ups on our older residents.”

“And what about the raptors?” asked Grant, concerned. He had submitted a lengthy report on the inadequate captivity of the Velociraptors to InGen.

“You were right, Grant. They were not fit for the park. We’ve shipped them off to Site B until we can figure out what to do with them. If you’d ask me, they should’ve all been destroyed.”

Grant frowned. “We need to ensure the safety of these animals.”

“You’re right, Alan.” Ellie agreed. “Hammond’s going to do this whether we approve or not, so we have to make sure every measure is being taken to ensure the dinosaurs are comfortable”.

“Well, as comfortable as they can be, dragged 65 million years into the future.” quipped Malcolm.

Muldoon leaned in close. “Dr Wu has also reported missing embryos. Taken from the lab on the night of the storm. Stay alert. InGen thinks the thief fled the island that night. Some of us have our own suspicions.” Muldoon glanced at Nedry out the corner of his eye. “And we’re almost certain they were working for another company”.

As the group comprehended the gravity of the situation, Hammond entered the room. He sensed an air of tension. “Ever the alarmist, Robert. I assure you we have everything under control” he warned. 

“Control? No, no, John, the best that you can hope for on Isla Nublar is managed chaos” said Malcolm.

“And that is why you are here, Dr. Malcolm.” smiled Hammond. “We just need Jurassic Park manageable, chaos and all. Then we can think about larger plans.”