AN: Wow 4 years that's wild, here's an update.

It's January 1994, just 4 months after the catastrophic events at Jurassic Park. The world outside remains blissfully ignorant of the horrors that unfolded on Isla Nublar, but within the corridors of InGen, the aftermath is all too real. John Hammond and Dr. Henry Wu, the architect of the park's groundbreaking genetic work, have returned to the island with a specialized team. Their mission is clear: resecure the island, recover the bodies of those who perished, and uncover the truth behind Dennis Nedry's betrayal.

The island, once the site of a grand vision, is now a dangerous, untamed wilderness. The power is down, the fences are destroyed, and the dinosaurs that were supposed to be the park's attractions have reclaimed their domain. Hammond and Wu lead their team through the overgrown paths and ruined facilities, the weight of their failure heavy in the air. Days are spent combing through the jungle, recovering the remains of the fallen—Ray Arnold, Robert Muldoon, and eventually, Dennis Nedry, whose treachery had triggered the disastrous sequence of events.

Nedry's body, discovered near his abandoned Jeep, tells a grim tale. The Dilophosaurus that killed him left him slumped in the mud, his face frozen in a final moment of terror. His Intestines riped out and Partially Eaten. Nearby, the team finds the shattered remains of the cryogenic canister that Nedry used to steal the embryos. The canister is empty, a silent witness to the chaos that followed his betrayal. However, it is soon clear that Nedry's actions had far-reaching consequences—consequences that went beyond the island.

As they continue their search, the team uncovers disturbing evidence that they were not the first to return to the island. In a remote section of the jungle, they stumble upon a second camp, long abandoned but still bearing the marks of a recent struggle. The equipment scattered around the camp is marked with BioSyn logos, and the scene tells a story of a team that was ambushed by the island's most dangerous predators.

Hammond and Wu piece together the grim truth: BioSyn, a rival company desperate to steal InGen's secrets, had sent in a team to retrieve the stolen embryos after Nedry failed to make his rendezvous. This BioSyn team, highly trained and equipped, had managed to track down the canister just before the 48-hour window for viability expired. They had transferred the embryos into a 72-hour case, but before they could escape the island, they were ambushed by a pack of Raptors.

The evidence is clear—spent ammunition, claw marks on the trees, and scattered remains indicate that the BioSyn team was outmatched and ultimately slaughtered by the Raptors. The 72-hour case, now buried under debris in a collapsed tent, is found by Hammond's team, The embryos  destroyed and lost in the chaos, represent yet another failure in the chain of events that began with Nedry's betrayal.

This discovery sends a chill through Hammond and Wu. They realize that the situation on Isla Nublar was far more dangerous and complex than they had imagined. BioSyn's involvement, and the brutal end met by their operatives, underscores the high stakes of the genetic power they had unleashed. It also reinforces the reality that no one—not even those with the best equipment and training—could fully control what had been created on this island.

With the island resecured as best as possible and the bodies of the fallen, including the BioSyn team, recovered, Hammond knows that a final, difficult decision must be made. He asks Dr. Wu to join him in his private bungalow, a small, secluded structure near the visitor center that had once been a place of inspiration and planning. Now, it feels like a tomb for the dreams that once fueled their work.

Hammond motions for Wu to sit at the small wooden table in the center of the room. The air is thick with tension as Hammond pours two glasses of whiskey, sliding one toward Wu. His hands tremble slightly—not from age, but from the enormity of what he knows they need to discuss.

"Henry," Hammond begins, his voice heavy with exhaustion and regret, "I need you to be completely honest with me. No sugar-coating, no half-truths. I want your straight assessment of the situation—everything that's happened here, what we've discovered, and what it means for the future. We need to face the full reality of what we're dealing with."

Dr. Wu, ever the scientist, takes a moment to gather his thoughts. He knows that Hammond is expecting an unvarnished truth, but his own perspective is still shaped by his fascination with the scientific possibilities that remain. He takes a sip of the whiskey, letting the warmth steady him before he speaks.

"Sir," Wu begins, his tone thoughtful and measured, "what we've seen here on Isla Nublar is both alarming and scientifically fascinating. The dinosaurs have not only survived but adapted in ways we didn't anticipate. The genetic safeguards we put in place have failed—these creatures are breeding, evolving. It's clear that the island has become a self-sustaining ecosystem, one that's beyond our control. But despite everything, the work we've done isn't all lost. Site B, on Isla Sorna, is still secure."

Hammond's face tightens, and he shakes his head slowly, interrupting before Wu can continue. "Henry, that's not entirely true. Site B isn't as secure as we'd like to believe. I received a report just before we returned to Isla Nublar—a hurricane hit Isla Sorna, causing significant damage. Several of the facilities were compromised, and we lost containment in certain areas. It's only a matter of time before what happened here happens there as well."

Wu's expression falters, his confidence shaken by this news. "A hurricane... That changes things, but we can still recover. We've faced setbacks before, and we've always managed to learn from them. Site B represents the culmination of everything we've worked for—it's our chance to perfect what we started here."

Hammond's eyes narrow, his voice growing firmer. "Henry, the storm was a warning. We can't ignore it. The damage done to Site B is extensive, and the risks are too great. We're not just talking about scientific setbacks anymore—we're talking about lives, about the consequences of what we've created."

Wu, driven by his dedication to the science, tries to push back. "But the research, John—the possibilities are still there. We've only just begun to tap into what we can learn from these creatures. The genetic breakthroughs we've made... We can't just abandon all of that because of a temporary setback."

Hammond slams his hand on the table, his voice tinged with frustration and sorrow. "This isn't just a setback, Henry! People have died! Good people, who trusted us, who believed in this dream. Arnold, Muldoon, and all the others—they're gone because we were too blinded by our ambition to see the dangers right in front of us. And now, because of us, more people—those BioSyn operatives—have died trying to steal the very thing we created. It's too much. We've crossed too many lines."

He thinks back to the meeting about the park 4 short months ago remembering what Ian Malcom had said to him. "Malcom was Right, we were to preoccupied with if it was possible to think about if we should even do this in the first place!"

Wu falls silent, realizing the depth of Hammond's anguish. The man who had once been his mentor and partner in scientific innovation now seems a shadow of his former self, crushed by the weight of the moral implications that have been piling up since the park's inception.

"Henry," Hammond continues, his voice softening but losing none of its resolve, "I wanted to create something that would inspire the world, that would show people the wonders of the past. But what we've done—what I've done—has only brought suffering and death. I can't allow that to continue. I won't."

Wu, still grappling with the reality of the situation, nods slowly, though his heart remains with the science. "I understand your concerns, John. But what about the work? The research?"

Hammond takes a deep breath, looking Wu in the eye. "The work stops, Henry. It has to. Site B will be shut down, just like Isla Nublar. We can't keep playing god with forces we barely understand. The dinosaurs, the technology, everything—it all has to be contained. We owe it to those who lost their lives, and to the world, to make sure this never happens again."

Wu's shoulders slump as he processes Hammond's decision. He knows that this is the end of their grand experiment, the closing of a chapter that could have reshaped the world. But he also sees the pain in Hammond's eyes, the moral weight that has driven him to this point.

Finally, Wu nods, accepting the inevitable. "I'll see to it that the shutdown is handled properly. But... I want you to know, John, that despite everything, I still believe in the science. The potential we've unlocked is immense, even if we never get to fully explore it."

Hammond looks at Wu, a mix of sadness and gratitude in his gaze. "I know you do, Henry. But sometimes, the cost is too high, even for the greatest discoveries. We've seen that here. And I won't let it happen again."

The room falls into a heavy silence as the two men, once united by a shared vision, now find themselves on the cusp of letting go. Hammond, driven by the moral responsibility of his actions, and Wu, still captivated by the scientific possibilities, both understand that the dream of Jurassic Park must end here.

As they finish their drinks, Hammond finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll shut down Site B. We'll make sure that no more lives are lost because of our ambition. And we'll ensure that the world remembers the lessons we've learned here."

Wu nods, understanding that while the science will be lost, the lessons are far more important. The two men stand, and with a brief, somber nod, Wu leaves the bungalow, leaving Hammond to his thoughts and lost dream. The old man staring off at the plans for his park on the wall drinking his Whiskey.

Once outside, Wu pauses, pulling out a satellite phone from his jacket pocket. The night air is cool and still, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind. He dials a number, and after a few rings, the voice of Peter Ludlow, Hammond's nephew and a rising figure within InGen, comes through the line.

"Peter, it's Henry," Wu begins, his voice cold and resolute. "We have a problem. Hammond isn't going to rebuild. He's decided to shut down Site B entirely. We can't let that happen—he's no longer fit to lead this company. If we're going to preserve the work we've done, Hammond has to be removed from the board."

There's a brief pause on the other end as Ludlow processes the information. Then, his voice, smooth and calculating, responds, "Understood, Henry. Leave it to me. I'll handle the board. Hammond's days at InGen are numbered."

Wu ends the call and stares out into the darkness of the jungle, the glow of the phone screen fading in his hand. He knows what he's set in motion, and a part of him wonders if he's crossed a line from which there's no return. But the science, the possibilities—they're too important to let go.

As Wu walks away from the bungalow, he leaves behind a man who has seen the full cost of ambition, but who, in Wu's eyes, has lost the will to move forward. The future of InGen, of the genetic wonders they've created, now lies in the hands of those willing to do whatever it takes to see that vision continue, no matter the cost.