Jurassic World: I Am Simon Masrani

Mid-Morning – Observation Lab, Parasaurolophus Wing

The lab hummed quietly as Kamal scrolled through the latest embryo viability scans.

Twelve parasaurolophus eggs. But only three had fully stabilized, with the drought-tolerance gene successfully expressing in protein modeling.

Jia tapped on the touchscreen "If hatching stays on track, we could have our first Parasaurolophus in 5 days, though sadly I don't think the other 9 eggs will survive"

I took a sip of my coffee, letting the bitter warmth distract me from the screen.

"Sigh... what a shame." I muttered

"Anyway, how's the kidney response gene from the bighorns holding up? Still playing nice, or throwing a tantrum?" I asked

"So far," Kamal said. "The results are showing Stronger renal filtration and slower water loss, so I am fairly positive, they'll survive short dry periods which will be very helpful if the irrigation systems ever fail."

"Thats Good," I said. "Since we're building animals here gentlemen, not mascots. They need to live, no let me correct myself, they need to thrive here."

A chime interrupted us, a message from Avery flashed across the comm panel.

UNSCHEDULED ARRIVAL – PAD 3.

VIP Security Division.

I raised an eyebrow. "Jia, are we expecting anyone today?"

Jia shook her head and Kamal just frowned.

Twenty Minutes Later – Helicopter Landing Pad

The black InGen Security chopper touched down in a spray of dust and wind. 

The side door opened before the rotors finished spinning.

Out stepped Vic Hoskins.

He was in Mid-forties, wearing Aviators and had a Faint scar under one eye, on top of that he wore a Leather jacket, which was zipped halfway up.

He was a kind of man who always looked like he just came from a conflict zone, or was about to start one.

"Mr. Masrani," he said, extending a hand with calm certainty. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

I shook his hand. "Didn't expect InGen Security to make house calls."

He held the handshake a second longer than necessary, eyes scanning the paddock in the distance.

"Considering what you're building here," he said, releasing his grip, "we figured it was worth a closer look."

I raised an eyebrow, half amused. "You make it sound like I'm breeding war criminals here."

Later – Gallimimus Enclosure Perimeter

We walked along the outer catwalks, the Gallimimus herd darting below like flashes of beige and copper.

Carlos stood off to the side, reviewing fencing reinforcements, but Hoskins ignored him.

He watched the animals in silence, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

"They're beautiful aren't they," I said. "They are both, fast and nimble, our teams have been spending a lot of time on their welfare, plus on the bright side we also got the herd size right this time."

Hoskins gave a short nod. "Right... but let's be honest, sir. No one's flying out here just to see a bunch of fast, grass eating lizards."

I turned to face him, my voice calm but firm. "No, they're coming for awe, amazement and for the promise of safety and also for the scale, something the world's never seen before."

Hoskins squinted toward the treeline. "All that fades fast, give the public enough time, and they'll start craving a real spectacle, something with teeth.....something dangerous."

"You sound like a marketing executive." I said.

He smirked. "Where I am from we call that being a realist."

He turned to face me. "I've read the reports already, so Parasaurolophus next huh. Two different flocks, mixed in the same enclosure that too with clean genetics, not bad for a start. But eventually... you're going to need teeth."

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You know it and I know it," he said calmly. " We need Apex predators. I am talking about Flagship species, something that gets the blood pumping faster. The board's already talking about it, just so you know."

"Tell the board to stick to things they actually understand, like spreadsheets and coffee breaks"

"Well no offense, sir," he said, voice low and even, "but you can't market gentle forever, sooner or later, you're going to need a real animal."

Later – Control Hall, Briefing Deck

Avery met me just inside the security suite.

"I heard he showed up," she said. "Did he flash his 'I'm the future' grin?"

"He thinks we're running a petting zoo." I said.

Avery snorted. "He's been sniffing around our raptor proposals and he also keeps talking about pushing controlled aggression protocols and what not, that annoying guy wants us to test pack behavior on isolated islands already."

"Over my dead infrastructure." I said

"Careful Sir," Avery said. "He might take that deal."

Evening – Genetics Lab: Unspoken Tensions

Hoskins strolled through the observation corridor with Kamal and Jia.

He stopped in front of the display showcasing the T. rex fragment, the 10% genome recovered from the older mosquito.

"Is this what I think it is?" he asked.

Kamal said cautiously. "but It's not usable, yet"

"But it's something?"

"Yes," Jia said, frowning.

Hoskins leaned forward, hands on the glass.

"You use it to make something and put it in a cage? You've got more than a park, you've got yourself deterrence."

Kamal stiffened. "That's not why we're doing this."

Hoskins turned, all charm again. "Yeah, yeah You're doing it for science."

He walked off without another word.

That Night – Genetics Sublevel, Raptor Development Lab (Restricted Zone)

The door hissed open under my palm scan. 

Here the walls were reinforced glass and steel, built like a bunker, because that's what it was.

The raptor initiative wasn't meant to be operational yet, it was just speculative.

Just A "behavioral intelligence modeling program," designed in theory, never greenlit.

Yet there it was: a large touchscreen display looping early behavioral simulations, paired with movement data from modern birds of prey.

And beside it, Vic Hoskins, alone, leaning casually against the terminal like he belonged there.

He didn't turn around. "You know these things hunt in packs, right?"

"I'm familiar," I said calmly. "Velociraptors."

He chuckled. "Clever girls, I tell you."

I stepped forward slowly. "Just so you know entry to this lab is closed after working hours."

"Security clearance says otherwise," he said, still not looking at me. "Besides, if this ever goes forward, I'd like to help design the containment system for them."

I said nothing.

I let the silence press in.

Hoskins finally turned, leaning close. "You've got a unique opportunity, Simon. You could have the most advanced behavioral program on Earth. These things aren't just animals, they're assets both trainable and deployable."

"And you think I'd sign off on that?" I asked, voice low.

He studied me for a moment and said. " maybe not you, but I know someone will."

I gave a polite smile and said "Then I suggest you wait for that someone."

And I walked out.

After 4 days

Morning – Incubation Lab, Hatchery 

Jia was already pacing when I arrived.

"They're moving, Sir," she said, voice taut. "The first Parasaurolophus embryo is twitching, its heart rate first spiked about twenty minutes ago, and the yolk reabsorption cycle just recently accelerated."

The observation room was hushed, lit by soft blue lights that danced across the incubation trays. Inside the sealed chamber, the egg in question pulsed faintly with warmth.

"It should take additional twenty-four hours at least," Kamal said behind her, "also the amniotic sensors confirm a full spinal response, so this one's almost ready."

I stepped up to the glass.

The shell was faintly translucent, a shadow moved inside, shifting, pressing, life trying to happen.

I tapped the comm. "Kamal, when this batch hatches, I want the entire logs documented and on my table. I want you to monitor, every heartbeat and anomaly. If its call deviates from the baseline by even a decibel, I want it noted."

"Understood," he said.

I nodded, then stepped away.

Later – Board Call, Private Conference Room

The satellite link flickered once, then stabilized. Eight faces in digital squares: board members, division heads, legal advisors, all looking at me with polite interest and buried impatience.

"Just looked at your expenditure request for the expanded Parasaurolophus enclosure," said the woman in the upper right, "Simon it exceeds the original budget by fifteen percent, Is that accurate?"

"It is," I said. "But I assure you the results will justify the expense, we're not just building cages here we're building entire ecosystems."

Another voice, spoke, this one sharper. "And yet we see minimal movement on predator integration, No carnivore visibility, No apex attraction yet, also our market research—"

I cut him off, gently.

"With all due respect, your market research didn't see the 1993 incident coming."

A beat of silence fell in the meeting.

I leaned in slightly. "Do not mistake my caution for stagnation, You'll get your dinosaurs, and you'll get your Tourists visiting this place. But this time, they'll live long enough to write the reviews."

A few murmurs started.

I shifted my tone. "Now. If there's nothing else, I have a hatching session to attend."

They didn't stop me so I left.

Later in Executive Pavilion – Private Conference Room2:20 p.m. – Isla Nublar

The walls were glass and polished wood, looking out over the eastern paddock ridges where the Gallimimus sometimes darted through the brush in flashes of motion.

On the center table: two coffees, untouched. One digital tablet and Two very different men.

Vic Hoskins leaned back slightly in his chair, watching me with that faint, caged-wolf grin he always wore when he thought he had the advantage.

"Hey, I just want to be useful here," he said looking at me.

"I know you do," I replied with a small, easy smile. "And you've been invaluable, especially with all your operational assessments. The notes you sent on perimeter fallback protocols? Thorough and Sharp."

His jaw flexed.

Just a bit.

"I also noticed something else," I continued, casually swiping across the tablet. "I have seen Your work in multi-site deployments, along with the little salvage op you oversaw in Mali? and The private airstrip in Angola? You've done real work in those hostile terrains."

Vic didn't respond, but I saw the slight shift in posture. He liked where this was going.

"So I made a few calls," I went on. "We've got a project that's falling behind schedule, at a Remote site, its high priority work, but there are too many outside contractors there and not a strong enough chain of command in InGen Patagonia."

Now he tilted his head.

"So You want me to babysit a warehouse in South America?"

"No," I said gently. "I want you to secure it, audit it, build it into something real."

I slid the datapad toward him.

Strategic Security RedeploymentSubject: V. Hoskins

Initiative ID: INGEN-SAT/42.PAT

Objective: Oversight, personnel restructuring, long-range infrastructure protocols

Location: Patagonia Remote Facility – Tier 3 Experimental Site

Clearance Level: Full Discretionary Command

Duration: Project-Based (Open)

"You'd have full authority," I said. "I am talking Remote directive, Minimal interference, Think of it as... frontier management. You will be Pioneering new systems and That kind of thing no one else can handle but you."

His smile was slowly starting to show. "You're trusting me with my own operation?"

"I'm trusting you with the part no one else is qualified for," I said. "and What you're really good at."

He picked up the datapad and Scanned it then Nodded once.

"I can be wheels up by morning."

"You'll have a chopper within the hour."

Sunset – Isla Nublar Helipad, East Sector

The chopper waited, sleek and quiet under amber sky. Vic stood beside it, loading his gear with practiced motion.

He didn't shake my hand when we said goodbye, but he did nod once, the kind of nod you give to someone who finally recognized your value.

I watched the rotors kick up dust and light as the helicopter rose, then veered southwest toward the mainland.

And with that Vic Hoskins was gone.

"Flattery and praise don't always work, it depends on who they're coming from, but when they come from me?" I smiled. "I'm Simon Masrani, billionaire, visionary, owner of the most ambitious theme park on Earth. Trust me… they work wonders."

"People think leadership is about giving orders. But really, it's about understanding which doors lead to disaster… and closing them before anyone notices they were ever open."