Christ, it was hot. Reminded him of Costa Rica, minus the humidity. He could live with dry heat, at least. As he made his way to the meeting place, he checked his watch. 12:30. If his contact wasn't already there, they would be there soon. Jon picked up his pace. His eyes were drawn to an old, dilapidated ad on the side of a building. One half showed a parent and their child rolling in a Gyrosphere among grazing herbivores, while on the other was a snapshot of the Mosasaurus leaping from the water to snag a shark for a snack; in the center separating them was that familiar logo with a skeletal Tyrannosaurus.

Jon stepped into the shop, and was greeted by a young barista. "Hi, there, what can I get you?"

"Just a small iced coffee for now." He glanced around at the other patrons. None of them really stood out. But what was he expecting? His contact to look like some secret agent?

"Mr. Taylor, I presume?"

Jon turned to see a woman dressed in a simple blouse and slacks. She was tall, with a tanned complexion, and brown hair and eyes.

"That's correct. And you are?"

"All in good time, Mr. Taylor."

"Please, Mr. Taylor was my father. Jon is fine." He paid for his coffee. "Are we waiting on someone else?"

'The contact is looking into the recent events surrounding the Island...' the message played as Agent Grey walked down the busy street, he wore a simple white button up dress shirt and shorts. Grey had a hand on the earpiece that was playing the message regarding his current mission: investigation on the conspiracies regarding Isle Nublar.

The summer heat was sweltering as he made his way towards the meeting scheduled, rubbing his temples Grey looked around his surroundings. He couldn't see anything suspicious from behind his shades, yet his brown eyes were ringed with lines from lack of sleep.

"Damn it," the agent sighed while crossing the street "Why do I always get a mission at the worst opportunity?" Grey frowned looking up to the familiar ad on a nearby building and shook his head "My daughter finally gets engaged and her old pops going to miss everything...I knew I should have become a fisherman like my father but nooooo!" reaching the coffee bar he made his way inside and looked around. The barista greeted him and he walked to the counter towards two people.

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." The woman offered the agent a smile. "Mr. Grey, I presume. My name is Roberta Regis, but please Bobbi is just fine. Follow me, please." She led the two men to a table near the back of the shop, away from the other patrons, and sat down. "Let's get introductions out of the way. Mr. Grey, this is Jon Taylor, formerly an intern working at Jurassic World." She turned to Grey. "Mind introducing yourself?"

"Harvey," the agent lied "Harvey Grey." Grey said offering Jon a handshake after he took his shades off "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Jon" Grey smiled creasing the lines under his eyes. He knew a little more about the man than he let on as he viewed files on the mans past even before Jon worked at Jurassic World.

"Now, you're wondering why you're here," Regis said. "I represent a client who is very much interested in obtaining genetic samples of the resurrected species on Isla Nublar." Jon frowned.

"Why? To make another theme park and sell more popcorn?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I understand why you say that," Regis said. "InGen and Masrani have exploited these animals since the very first dinosaur was cloned. And with files leaked by groups like the Dinosaur Protection Group and a hacker known as '8kun', I don't blame you. Illegal experimentation and cloning on Isla Sorna, dinosaurs trained or modified for the end goal of being used as living weapons... the list goes on.

"However," she went on, "there have been some developments on Isla Nublar since the Indominus rex incident. Populations among many species are rapidly declining. Between a lack of the usual medical care and the amount of predators on the island, herbivore populations may fall back into extinction before the end of the year. The client I represent wishes to make a genetic catalogue of every species on the island, if possible."

"For what goal?"

"For the same reason that DNA samples from other species are preserved: to preserve biodiversity. These are magnificent animals that, regardless of the circumstances, are a part of our world now. My client plans on finding a suitable new home for the animals, cloning them, and then leaving them to their fate. Trust in nature, as John Hammond once said."

Grey nodded curtly agreeing with Regis albeit he found plenty of Hammond's theories quite insane, that man never should have got his hands on whatever started all this. Nature took it's course and giant reptiles have no place to exist, the dinosaur should stay extinct or be used for government purposes! Not in some theme park like zoo animals, Grey was sure that the government needed to do something and if not them it would have to be him.

The stakes were already too high, it was a game of chess now but the winner of this vexing game hasn't been declared. Risk for reward or play by the rules, it could cost Grey everything and life was a bet he placed all his chips in waiting to win or lose. He was undecided of weather he would play by the book yet but he would decide soon when he was certain.