Free Jurassic Park: A Novel by Michael Crichton

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 Ian 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 specimen, 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?” he said.
    As he flipped open the book, a sheet of paper fell out.
    Dear Alan and Ellie:
    As you can imagine we don’t have much in the way of formal promotional materials yet. But this should give you some idea of the Isla Nublar project. I think it’s very exciting!
    Looking forward to discussing this with you! Hope you can join us!
    Regards,
John
    “I don’t get it,” Grant said. He flipped through the sheets. “These are architectural plans.” He turned to the top sheet:
 
VISITOR CENTER/LODGE
ISLA NUBLAR RESORT
CLIENT
InGen Inc., Palo Alto, Calif.
 
ARCHITECTS
Dunning, Murphy & Associates, New
York. Richard Murphy, design partner;
Theodore Chen, senior designer;
Sheldon James, administrative partner.
 
ENGINEERS
Harlow, Whitney & Fields, Boston,
structural; A. T. Misikawa, Osaka,
mechanical.
 
 
LANDSCAPING
Shepperton Rogers, London;
A. Ashikiga, H. Ieyasu, Kanazawa.
 
ELECTRICAL
N.V. Kobayashi, Tokyo. A. R.
Makasawa, senior consultant.
 
COMPUTER C/C
Integrated Computer Systems, Inc.,
Cambridge, Mass. Dennis Nedry,
project supervisor.
 
    Grant turned to the plans themselves. They were stamped INDUSTRIAL SECRETS DO NOT COPY and CONFIDENTIAL WORK PRODUCT—NOT FOR DISTRIBUTION . Each sheet was numbered, and at the top: “These plans represent the confidential creations of InGen Inc. You must have signed document 112/4 A or you risk prosecution.”
    “Looks pretty paranoid to me,” he said.
    “Maybe there’s a reason,” Ellie said.
    The next page was a topographical map. It showed Isla Nublar as an inverted teardrop, bulging at the north, tapering at the south. The island was eight miles long, and the map divided it into several large sections.
    The northern section was marked VISITOR AREA and it contained structures marked “Visitor Arrivals,” “Visitor Center/Administration,”