Back in the gloomy woods of Nothern Wyoming, authorities have begun investigating the recent events at the Devil's Tower Summer Camp, and the Allosaurus victims. However, researchers also began to approach and want to understand better the supposed killing spree. A track was led nearby,  In a jeep, a group of investigators was walking along the path that led to the lodge, the group consisted of paleontologists and detectives. The single Allosaurus was seen once before this attack when it found a man at night in the forest, however, this man escaped from death and managed to report it to the DPW.

The jeep passes through the camp gate, security surrounds the site. The vehicle parks right next to the main cabin where there was a group of police officers and the staff from the camp. The car door opens and we see a familiar face, Everett, he seems to be more serious, he let his beard grow and stopped lightening his hair. He looks around and notices that DPW agents are also investigating the place and possibly tracking the dinosaur.

The manager began to explain, "It was horrible, we didn't know where they were, so we sent a search party after them. Soon we found their remains, it was traumatizing for all of us."

The officer questioned as they carried a notepad with them, "Any idea to where the  creature went?"

"No, but we discovered that our fences were not sustainable enough to hold the creature." The manager fidgeted his fingers, worried about what would happen to his beloved camp.

The manager said, attempting to reason, "We'll make the right arrangements, and if the camp survives the lawsuits, we will work hard to make sure all campers are completely safe, I mean, if they rebuilt a dinosaur park that didn't work out in the beginning, what does a campsite cost?"

"The difference is that this is not a park, this is a summer camp, for children." Everett spoke up, leaving his listening position, "And you should speak with more respect to all the lives that were lost."

"Well. I-" He stammered, not realizing that he could've possibly said something wrong.

Everett clamored, he could not stand people like that, "Are you seriously willing to risk more lives, the second park didn't work either, so maybe you should reconsider what you said."

The manager was speechless he just decided to follow authorities into a private location, Everett was left outside with the group of investigators. A policeman took the group to the forest gate, there they set out on their way to the crime scene. DPW Agents were scattered everywhere searching for clues or any signs of the creature. Everett parts from the group and begins an investigation by himself, noticing something on the floor he crouches. He saw a shiny silver object, digging it up and taking it out of the ground, he realized it was a badge that belonged to a staff member. The badge read 'Emily' and was smeared with blood, he remembered that this was the name of one of the allosaurus victims

"There was another Allosaurus sighting 20 minutes from here." A DPW agent reported to the group that was analyzing the broken fence.  The agents leave and now Everett is the only one left, he takes and opportunity and approaches the fence. He begins to investigate the patterns the theropod used to break the fence, which was predominantly its head to damage the iron and the claws to pull out the wires, not to mention the ostentatious teeth. Everett gets up again and is faced with an unusual person.

"Mr. Carter." it was a woman in all whites, her long curly blonde hair with blue and pink streaks, she held her hands together, "My name is Amanda, and I'm here to bring you with me."

"I don't plan on going anywhere." He answered with a concrete answer.

"It's not a choice." The woman takes a step further, "We need your expertise."

He once again replies with an attempt to escape, "There are other people out there."

"Not with the knowledge you have." Amanda continues as she was obviously planning to do something suspicious, "Not everyone survived the same circumstances you did."

Everett begins to feel that something is wrong, he is surrounded by agents of a company that does not seem to be good. He focuses on an emblem on one of the security guards' helmets and notices that it looks familiar. But when he realizes it, it's already too late, he's knocked out and taken to a van belonging to no one other than, Geneticorp.