Dinosaur Island -1994- Apr 2026

“Then what do you want?”

Lena heard the footsteps a second later.

The tyrannosaur blinked. And then, slowly, it turned and vanished into the jungle. Dinosaur Island -1994-

And then, from deep in the jungle, a new sound: a scream, high and human, cut short.

Mercer’s face went pale.

She walked into the surf. The raptor followed. Behind them, on the hill, a shape appeared at the edge of the trees—massive, golden-eyed, watching. The tyrannosaur didn’t roar. It just stood there, as still as a statue, as the boat grew larger and the waves grew louder.

Lena had seen the blueprints in the bunker: laboratories, hatcheries, a veterinary station, a cafeteria, and at the center of it all, a four-story tower with a helipad on top. The tower was where Hammond had kept his office. It was also where the geothermal plant was housed—the island’s heart, still beating. “Then what do you want

Lena’s throat tightened. “Where is he?”