Elsewhere, at a bar in Mombassa, a man in orange, from top to bottom, had arrived on the scene. The man with the hat was Roland Tembo, who was sitting idly by, as everyone else began to chit chat their usual business.

He immediately knew who this man was next to him, or behind him, perhaps.

"Ajay." Roland pointed out, turning his attention behind him.

"Oh, how did you know?"

Ajay chuckled as the two men embrace one another in a brotherly hug before sitting down and talking about what will soon bestow upon them.

"That cheap aftershave I send you every Christmas, you actually wear it. I'm touched. Sit down, sit down, what brings you to Mombassa?" Roland asked his friend.

Ajay answered. "You. Tell me, Roland, when was the last time you answered your phone?"

Roland replied to his question.

"Last time I plugged it in, I suppose. Why?"

Behind them, the group of TOURISTS, all men, from America, supposedly, all begin laughing loudly.

One of them, the most obnoxious tourists, berates the waitress that was serving them.

Ajay spoke.

"I got a call from a gentleman who's going to Costa Rica, or thereabouts. If he's to be believed, it's a most, uh, unique expedition. And very well-funded."

Roland compellingly replied.

"Well, I'm a very well-funded old son of a bitch. You go."

"But alone? We always had great success together, you and I."Ajay answered, hoping to convince him to tag along.

"Just a little bit too much, I think." Roland cooly replied.

"How do you mean?" asked Ajay.

"A true hunter doesn't mind if the animal wins. If it escapes. But there weren't enough escapes from you and me, Ajay. I've decided to spend a bit less time in the company of death. Maybe I just feel too close to it my--"

Roland turns to look as the waitress comes to the Tourists' table and the most obnoxious tourist actually paws her from the behind.

Roland is out of his chair in a second. "Excuse me."

He then comes face to face with the most obnoxious tourist.

"You, sir -- are no gentleman."

The tourist retorts.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"I can think of none greater." Roland cooly answered.

The Tourist looks at his buddies nect to him, and laughs.

"Buzz off, you silly old bastard."

Roland then made a comeback of his own. "What do I have to do to pick a fight with you, bring your mother into it?"

"Are you kidding? I could take you with one arm tied down." he replies cockily and smugly.

"Really? Is that so?" the badass Roland replied back.

In the middle of the bar, the waitress finishes tying a man's wrist to his belt in the back of his pants with a napkin. He pulls the knot tight and the man turns around.

It's Roland, with his arm tied down. The Tourist stands across from him.

"I meant my hand."

Roland punches him square directly in the jaw.

The tourist reels, stunned. Enraged, he lunges at Roland, swinging with both arms. Roland bobs, neatly ducking the punches, waits for the tourist to turn around, and punches him thrice in the face, breaking his nose.

The Tourist spins and goes down to the floor, face first. A cloud of sawdust and a loud CHEER from the locals rise up in the bar.

And as the tourist gets up for one more assault, Roland elbows him back, right in the face.

He and Ajay turn away and sat back at their table.

"I'm sorry, Ajay. You were saying?" Roland asked.

"You broke that idiot's jaw for no reason other than your boredom. Tell the truth, Roland. Aren't you even interested in knowing this expedition's quarry?"

Ajay commented, but Roland finally obliged.

"Ajay. Go on up to my ranch, take a look around the trophy room, and tell me what kind of quarry you think could possibly be of any interest to me."

Ajay just smiles.

Meanwhile, on Isla Sorna, another Tyrannosaurus couple were tending to their only hatchling, as their son, started to chirp at his parents, who nuzzled their infant, before rumbling to each other that they will be off hunting for a while, and for the infant Rex to stay put, never wander off, to which the baby T-Rex chirped obediently, as his adult parents have gone to hunt... until some vehicles were heard nearby, with some humans attempting to take dinosaurs off the island.

Which proved to have been a bad idea, eventually. Traveling in search of prey, the adults could be gone for hours.

Until the Rexes came back, only to find their infant missing, and making cries of distress somewhere in the distance, deciding to investigate, sniffed for other humans, if they were in the area, the trees rustled as they pressed on, the rain continued to pour, one of them let out a loud roar, to which a suspecting Ian Malcolm, Kelly Curtis Malcolm, and Eddie Carr, all heard that noise, and they knew what it meant: trouble. Coming across a car, as Malcolm rushed to the trailer after getting down safely from the high hide, the Tyrannosaurus parents are getting more and more closer to the trailer, only to spot a car nearby.

Once Malcolm got inside the trailer, as the phone kept on ringing, he blatantly called out, "For once in your life, will it kill you to pick it up!? Help me get this thing out of here!" He ordered, and started grabbing the infant T-Rex hatchling by the legs, until Sarah and Nick protested.

"No, No! We just need to-"

Sarah was interrupted until she heard a loud bang from outside. And a terrifying roar.

Taking it as a threat, the parents destroyed and pushed the car off a cliff, roaring angrily, in which Ian Malcolm utters these words: "Mommy's very angry."

Malcolm went to look at the window, it was pouring down relentlessly rough, until the silhouette of a Tyrannosaurus, lowered itself down to stare at the humans with her infant. It was the Tyrannosaur Doe, as she was not given a name.

Everyone gasped as the female began roaring as loudly as possible.

Then the male lowered his head and growled lowly at the intruders amidst his son, the female making grunting noises.

The male snorts and roars back, nudging the trailer to his mate, who roars in response.

"This isn't hunting behavior, Ian. Not hunting, they're searching. They came for their infant."

Malcolm murmured dreadfully.

"Let's not disappoint them."

As they lifted and carried the infant, towards the door, Junior began to wail loudly to his parents, who stared for a few seconds before walking towards the door, which opened, as Sarah finally releases the infant, as he was reunited with his parents.

The buck Tyrannosaurus snorts, growling before turning away, thundering past, with his mate following suit.