Free Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

dreamer," Ross said. "We should never have gotten involved. What is our financial position?"
        "The firm," Gennaro said, "owns five percent."
        "General or limited?"
        "General."
        Ross shook his head. "We should never have done that."
        "It seemed wise at the time," Gennaro said. "Hell, it was eight years ago. We took it in lieu of some fees. And, if you remember, Hammond's plan was extremely speculative. He was really pushing the envelope. Nobody really thought he could pull it off."
        "But apparently he has," Ross said. "In any case, I agree that an inspection is overdue. What about your site experts?"
        "I'm starting with experts Hammond already hired as consultants, early in the project." Gennaro tossed a list onto Ross's desk. "First group is a paleontologist, a paleobotanist, and a mathematician. They go down this weekend. I'll go with them."
        "Will they tell you the truth?" Ross said.
        "I think so. None of them had much to do with the island, and one of them-the mathematician, Ian Malcolm-was openly hostile to the project from the start. Insisted it would never work, could never work."
        "And who else?"
        "Just a technical person: the computer system analyst. Review the park's computers and fix some bugs. He should be there by Friday morning."
        Fine," Ross said. "You're making the arrangements?"
        "Hammond asked to place the calls himself. I think he wants to pretend that he's not in trouble, that it's just a social invitation. Showing off his island."
        "All right," Ross said. "But just make sure it happens. Stay on top of it. I want this Costa Rican situation resolved within a week." Ross got up, and walked out of the room.

    Gennaro dialed, heard the whining hiss of a radiophone. Then he heard a voice say, "Grant here."
        "Hi, Dr. Grant, this is Donald Gennaro. I'm the general counsel for InGen. We talked a few years back, I don't know if you remember-"
        "I remember," Grant said.
        "Well," Gennaro said. "I just got off the phone with John Hammond, who tells me the good news that you're coming down to our island in Costa Rica. . . ."
        "Yes," Grant said. "I guess we're going down there tomorrow."
        "Well, I just want to extend my thanks to you for doing this on short notice. Everybody at InGen appreciates it. We've asked fan Malcolm, who like you was one of the early consultants, to come down as well. He's the mathematician at UT in Austin?"
        "John Hammond mentioned that," Grant said.
        "Well, good," Gennaro said. "And I'll be coming, too, as a matter of fact. By the way, this specimen you have found of a pro . . . procom . . . what is it?"
        "Procompsognathus," Grant said.
        "Yes. Do you have the specimen with you, Dr. Grant? The actual specimen?"
        "No," Grant said. "I've only seen an X-ray. The specimen is in New York. A woman from Columbia University called me."
        "Well, I wonder if you could give me the details on that," Gennaro said. "Then I can run down that specimen for Mr. Hammond, who's very excited about it. I'm sure you want to see the actual specimens too. Perhaps I can even get it delivered to the island while you're all down there," Gennaro said.
        Grant gave him the information. "Well, that's fine, Dr. Grant," Gennaro said. "My regards to Dr. Sattler. I look forward to meeting you and him tomorrow." And Gennaro hung up.

    Plans

    "This just came," Ellie said the next day, walking to the back of the trailer with a thick manila envelope. "One of the kids brought it back from town. It's from Hammond."
        Grant noticed the blue-and-white InGen logo as he tore open the envelope. Inside there was no cover letter, just a bound stack of paper. Pulling it out, he discovered it was blueprints. They were reduced, forming a thick book. The cover was marked: ISLA NUBLAR RESORT GUEST FACILITIES (FULL SET: SAFARI LODGE).
        "What the hell is this?"