They were led to another building, this time, though, it was an almost exact replica of the Visitor Centre from the original Jurassic Park. It was smaller, though, and inside stood only one skeleton- a Tyrannosaurus. To the right was an entertainment area for kids, and to the left statues of dinosaurs and other extinct creatures were in an open door room, and signs in front of them shared information about the individual creature that stood behind them. A staircase led to a second floor that was filled with restaurants and dinners. They went straight forward to a hallway that expanded to the left and right of the building. Tim led them to the left, where a door with a keypad was waiting. He typed in some code, and the door opened. Inside was the Control Room. "Sir." Said a European man in a heavy, black, military vest, who dipped his head to Tim. "Security is running as expected- we haven't detected any storms." "Very, very good." Tim said.

"And these are our guests, then?" The man asked, turning his attention to the group.

"Yes." Tim answered. "This is Multi, head of the DCF."

"Dinosaur Containment Force." Multi answered before the question was asked. "We assure you a safe visit here. All safety measurements fall upon us. Fences are checked every half hour, charged up every twenty minutes, and guarded for twenty four hours. No Dinosaurs will be escaping our containment."

"Not to mention, we have the best computer geniuses for 300 miles." Tim said, leading them behind a raised part of the ground that served as an overview of the place. There were two men sitting at some computers, both wearing blue.... Everything.... One was even wearing a blue jacket. "This is Cyanide," he said, gesturing to the one without the jacket. "Recommended by Multi, he has a very important job here. It is his duty to see if everything is fine with the fences. Chris, here, has to check all weather patterns." He said, turning his attention to the other one. "And I'm in charge of them." Said a voice. It's origin was someone who had a kind of hushed voice. "Ah, yes." Tim began. "Carlo. He's our supervisor here, makes sure everything is alright by the end of the day. His genius would really amaze you."

"Sir, our secretary needs you urgently." Carlo said. "Something about an infestation, I believe."

"Oh, Lex." Tim chuckled. "Always worrying." He turned to the group. "You'll find the tour guide at the front of the Information Centre, you couldn't miss him if you were blind."