And we very well might be gone," Hammond said, huffing.
"Yes," Malcolm said. "We might."
"So what are you saying? We shouldn't care about the environment?"
"No, of course not."
"Then what?"
Malcolm coughed, and stared into the distance. "Let's be clear. The planet is not in jeopardy. We are in jeopardy. We haven't got the power to destroy the planet-or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves."
Under Control
Four hours had passed. It was afternoon; the sun was falling. The air conditioning was back on in the control room, and the computer was functioning properly. As near as they could determine, out of twenty-four people on the island, eight were dead and six more were missing. The visitor center and the Safari Lodge were both secure, and the northern perimeter seemed to be clear of dinosaurs. They had called authorities in San Jose for help. The Costa Rican National Guard was on its way, as well as an air ambulance to carry Malcolm to a hospital. But over the telephone, the Costa Rican guard had been distinctly cautious- undoubtedly calls would go back and forth between San Jose and Washington before help was finally sent to the island. And now it was growing late in the day- if the helicopters did not arrive soon, they would have to wait until morning.
In the meantime, there was nothing to do but wait. The ship was returning; the crew had discovered three young raptors scampering about in one of the aft holds, and had killed the animals. On Isla Nublar, the immediate danger appeared to have passed; everyone was in either the visitor center or the lodge. Tim had gotten quite good with the computer, and he flashed up a new screen.
Total Animals 292____________________________________
Species Expected Found Ver
Tyrannosaurs 2 1 4.1
Maiasaurs 22 20 ??
Stegosaurs 4 1 3.9
Triceratops 8 6 3.1
Procompsognathids 65 64 ??
Othnielia 23 15 3.1
Velociraptors 37 27 ??
Apatosaurs 17 12 3.1
Hadrosaurs 11 5 3.1
Dilophosaurs 7 4 4.3
Pterosaurs 6 5 4.3
Hypsilophodontids 34 14 ??
Euoplocepbalids 16 9 4.0
Styracosaurs 18 7 3.9
Callovosaurs 22 13 4.1
Total 292 203
"What the hell is it doing now?" Gennaro said. "Now it says there are fewer animals?"
Grant nodded. "Probably."
Ellie said, "Jurassic Park is finally coming under control."
"Meaning what?"
"Equilibrium." Grant pointed to the monitors. On one of them, the hypsilophodonts leapt into the air as a pack of velociraptors entered the field from the west.
"The fences have been down for hours," Grant said. "The animals are mingling with each other. Populations reaching equilibriums true Jurassic equilibrium."
"I don't think it was supposed to happen," Gennaro said. "The animals were never supposed to mix."
"Well, they are."
On another monitor, Grant saw a pack of raptors racing at full speed across an open field toward a four-ton hadrosaur. The hadrosaur turned to flee, and one of the raptors lumped onto its back, biting into the long neck, while others raced forward, circled around it, nipped at its legs, leapt up to slash at the belly with their powerful claws. Within minutes, six raptors had brought down the larger animal.
Grant stared, silently.
Ellie said, "Is it the way you imagined?"
"I don't know what I imagined," he said. He watched the monitor. "No, not exactly."
Muldoon said quietly, "You know, it appears all the adult raptors are out right now."
Grant didn't pay much attention at first. He just watched the monitors, the interaction of the great animals. In the south, the stegosaur was swinging its spiked tail, warily circling the baby tyrannosaur, which watched it, bemused, and occasionally lunged forward to nip ineffectually at the spikes. In the western quadrant, the adult triceratopsians were fighting among themselves, charging and locking horns. One animal already lay wounded and dying.
Muldoon said, "We've got about an hour of good daylight left, Dr. Grant. If you want to try and find that nest."
"Right," Grant said. "I do."
"I was thinking," Muldoon said, "that, when the Costa Ricans come, they will probably imagine this island to be a military problem. Something to destroy as soon as possible."
"Damn right," Gennaro said.
"They'll bomb it from the air," Muldoon said. "Perhaps napalm, perhaps nerve gas as well. But from the air."
"I hope they do," Gennaro said. "This island is too dangerous. Every animal on this island must be destroyed, and the sooner the better."
Grant said, "That's not satisfactory." He got to his feet. "Let's get started. "
"I don't think you understand, Alan," Gennaro said. "It's my opinion that this island is too dangerous. It must be destroyed. Every animal on this island must be destroyed, and that's what the Costa Rican guard will do. I think we should leave it in their capable hands. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Perfectly," Grant said again.
"Then what's your problem?" Gennaro said. "It's a military operation. Let them do it."
Grant's back ached, where the raptor had clawed him. "No," he said. "We have to take care of it."
"Leave it to the experts," Gennaro said.
Grant remembered how he bhd found Gennaro, just six hours earlier, huddled and terrified in the cab of a truck in the maintenance building. And suddenly he lost his temper and slammed the lawyer up against the concrete wall. "Listen, you little bastard, you have a responsibility to this situation and you're going to start living up to it."
"I am," Gennaro said, coughing.
"No, you're not. You've shirked your responsibility all along, from the very beginning."
"The hell-"
"You sold investors on an undertaking you didn't fully understand. You were part owner of a business you failed to supervise. You did not check the activities of a man whom you knew from experience to be a liar, and you permitted that man to screw around with the most dangerous technology in human history. I'd say you shirked your responsibility."
Gennaro coughed again. "Well, now I'm taking responsibility."
"No," Grant said. "You're still shirking it. And you can't do that any more." He released Gennaro, who bent over, gasping for breath. Grant turned to Muldoon. "What have we got for weapons?"
Muldoon said, "We've got some control nets, and shock prods."
"How good are these shock prods?" Grant said.
"They're like bang sticks for sharks. They have an explosive capacitor tip, delivers a shock on contact. High voltage, low amps. Not fatal, but it's definitely incapacitating."
"That's not going to do it," Grant said. "Not in the nest."