Richard Levine stopped the car when he saw the headlights. Lights flashing on and off, in a never ending parade. The desert sun hit the back of his neck, he could feel it burning as he got out of the car. Overhead, there was the sound of helicopters, Sikorksys. Levine kicked the dirt as he slammed the door, turning his head away from the sun. He could see them now, the vehicles which had followed him. Army, Border Patrol, hell even the local police. It really was hot here, so hot he felt like he needed a drink. But that did not seem to faze the people around him, they were all intent. Serious. He turned back again, taking a breath as he turned his attention to where everyone was looking at.

To his left there was a huge stretch of road that had been cordoned off. The cars were flanking each section, and the helicopters were circling. The road led to an archway. Nogales-Grand Avenue port of Entry. Cross that arch and you were in Mexico. Where he had spent too much time. But he was here again, as he leaned against the car. A man in a black suit came up to him, he had been riding in one of the government vehicles. "We just received word from the Mexican side. It should be a half hour. Maybe less." Levine nodded as the man showed him a tracker, the radio beacon blinking on and off. Vaguely ominous, he thought numbly as he handed it back with a grunt.

As he did so, he heard a chime from his cell phone. He excused himself and stepped away for a second. Finn. They had parted ways after reaching Tijuana. He did feel bad about it. But burying a body in the Mexican desert did have an effect on someone no matter what else they had experienced in these months. And if someone were to find that upsetting, imagine coming back the next day to find it dug up. By someone. Or something. He put that out of his head. He answered the call. "Glad to see you, where are you now?" He asked as he looked back at the scene in front of him. He wondered if things would be normal again after Ismaloya, after Biosyn's failed attempt at Jurassic Park. Would it? He had no way of knowing at all. He could only hope. And pray. But he had stopped praying a long time ago.

"It's fine, I'm watching it on Tv," Finn replied from the other end of the line. His voice sounded nervous, a bit tense. That was to be expected, he had no clue of what he was getting into when he had started his crusade. And as with most people surrounding Ingen's creations, he had nearly paid the ultimate price. But it was not a secret anymore was it? No, after Biosyn's kidnapping he had taken matters into his own hands. "I saw your speech before the United Nations, that was something. It really was. Made the papers for weeks." Levine nodded, it really had been more attention then he had wanted. And for a few days, at first no one had wanted to believe. Until he had shown them proof.

"I'm getting royalties from the material you used in that Good Morning America special right?" Finn's Tone was joking, but he could tell it was serious. It had been serious. Levine looked to the left and right, checking his watch. Everyone was serious, and he had hoped Finn would get straight to the point. "Look, If your watching tv right now you know I don't have a lot of time-" he said, taking a breather, hoping he didn't come across as too rude. He had not meant to, but it was imperative that he made sure he was firm here. But Finn had called for something, he knew…. And he listened.

"I just called to say that I know, it wasn't right what happened at the end there." A pause, as if he was thinking. Levine was thinking too, as he kicked the dirt again in frustration. "All of them. Who died. Where does this end?" Levine took a breath, as he responded somewhat short. "I'd like to know that too Finn, that's why I came out and said it. So this shit ends. It stops hiding in the shadows. Because it would come to light eventually. At least now we have a chance at dealing with it. Not controlling it-that's impossible…but dealing with it." And they were. That was why all of this was here. That was why he was here. To deal with it. Maybe not the most subtle manner in which he could have gone, but it would do.

"Levine-anyways…I want to let you know-Im watching it on tv right now. They're showing a live feed of the Mexican side. They evacuated everyone-well almost everyone. Not everyone listened." Levine closed his eyes, picturing it in his head. Yes, this was what he had been worrying about. "The news is showing people on television now. People who claim to have previous encounters with dinosaurs-" Levine paused as he looked up. Was the noise from the helicopters getting louder? It was. It really was. He rubbed his eyes, the glare of the sub was too much. It was starting to give him a headache. And then there was this-"Marty Guitierrez, Sarah Harding, some paleontologist named Grant…"

Yes, it was all coming to light now, Levine thought as he stepped forward, the man in black was saying something. He had his hand on Levine's arm, and was gesturing towards the border crossing. "I'm going to have to call you back." He said abruptly as he hung up, turning to where the man was pointing. The army and the border patrol were starting to get more antsy it seemed, they were stepping back, and Levine was told in no uncertain terms that this was for everyone's safety.

Sure, everyone's safety he thought as he let the man pull him back. The army was already cordoning off the border. A row of cars was lining up on either side of the arch. Intended to force a path. It would not last, but it was not meant to. He saw the helicopters circling. The tv station logos on the sides. Yes this was going to make great television, it really would, and the only flaw in the logic would be where people miscalculated. Mis-stepped. They believed that they could contain it, and that was where it would go wrong. Man had been here for a few thousand years and undoubtedly would continue further. But no longer would he fear nothing, for progress was coming. And it was here. So let the tv cameras loop this to a live feed in San Diego. Watch it from the comfort of the home.

And as he watched, one of the Helicopters was landing. He held up his hand as the chopper came down, the wind beating against his head. The man in the suit next to him was talking into his iphone, kept looking back at him. Levine looked up, not recognizing it as one of the news choppers. Oh he recognized the logo all right. It was everywhere these days. A fact of life that could not be changed, couldn't turn a corner without seeing it. He was puzzled though, why this? And as the chopper landed to the left of him he realized he would get his answer soon. As soon as it landed the doors flew open even as the rotor blades begin slowing. A man got out, gesturing to him.

Levine couldn't hear what he wanted, but the intent was clear. He walked forward, got in the chopper. As soon as the door closed, the helicopter took off. He was alone in the cabin, except for the pilot, who he couldn't see from here. But he could still see the proceedings below. They were not high up, at least not that high. But certainly enough to be out of danger. He took a breath as he wondered what everyone would think at home, when they realized that it was no longer just a debate on tv. It was real. It was here, and it was not going to go away. Levine did not know yet if that was a good or bad thing. Either way, it was out in the open. No going back now.

As the chopper circled he could feel the electricity in the air. As he leaned forward he heard the sound of the cockpit door opening. The co-pilot seat was empty. "Live a little…the views better up here anyway," the pilot said as he turned his head to face Levine. Levine recognized the man, who appeared to be about mid-thirties and of Indian descent who had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He was dressed in a light gray suit with hints of a pink undershirt just beneath. Everyone these days had at least heard of him. Simon Masrani, the CEO of Masrani Global was flying the helicopter. Levine stood up and unbuckled his seat belt as he seated himself in the front.

He did not need an explanation. He had been summoned. For whatever reason. Masrani he knew was a tech and energy company. What interest could they have…in this? It was particularly fascinating. He was curious, but he suspected he would have his answer. "Well, got your invitation," he remarked as he looked forward. The radio static was getting slightly louder as the two men watched in silence. It felt like they were watching a birth of sorts, the dawn of a new age. But what lay beyond…was anyone's guess. But up here, he could see slightly beyond the border, the shadows moving, the people crowding…the same thing as on this side. It was all coming together, the world was watching.

Finally, Masrani broke the silence. "You know, I believed for a long time that it was a myth. Dinosaurs created in a lab. A fantastic dream," Levine stared at him as he spoke, wondering where this was leading. "But no more real then a story in a television show, or movie. It was too far-fetched…too out there." He paused, his hand on his beard as if considering his tale while he steered with one hand. There was a loud blast over the radio, very excited chatter. Levine was about to turn it off, but then he realized it was cheering. Excitement. Anticipation… and he looked at Masrani's face. That look on his face, he thought he could almost say it was…

A smile. "They realize it too," Masrani continued. "Something has survived, the eons and its going to change their world. Its going to change all of us. Just knowing that this technology exists, and that it can do wonders…miracles…. It will open the future." The helicopter flew around in a half-circle as they narrowed the gap. Levine leaned forward as he watched a shadow under the arch. It was there, he realized it too, right there on the border. Could not be the political boundary stopping it, no, he wondered if animals could sense it too, that sense of change in the air. The wind was changing, and he felt it. Slowly, the large animal took its first steps as the helicopter dipped lower to see it better.

The Tyrannosaur strode confidently through the archway, passing from Mexico to the United States. On either side immediately the news helicopters closed in, their sides showing the cameras affixed to the bottom to get a better view. Breaking news at 5, Levine thought. There was a sudden glare and he realized after a second what it was-the sudden cacophony of camera flashes on both sides, everyone wanting to record this moment. The Rex stopped again, sniffing the air. It looked on either side of it as if confused, although it had probably met with this reception at another scale on the opposite side. He wondered if it was sniffing for any change in the air.

"The future will look very different though," Levine said as he turned to face Masrani looking away from the Rex. He knew it, it all started with this feeling of change. That there would be something new. But he knew. He knew that this feeling was fleeting, that in this promise of change there held only people who did not know what that change would look like. They looked forward to what they could not anticipate. Could not visualize. Could not prepare for. And was that a future he wanted, thought…well, it was also true that he had perhaps been to exposed to this. Too cynical. Where others saw potential he saw only what happened after.

Sorna. Ismaloya. Mexico…all had left blood in their wake. But these had been incidents that had not left nearly as much impact. Of course they had all built up to this. It had probably been building up to this from the very beginning. Inevitable Ever since John Hammond had that dream, of recreating that Lost World. But it was not so Lost was it? No, it was decidedly not. "What future are you going to open?" Levine said as he shook his head. The incident with Biosyn had left him shaken. He did not think that he wanted to get involved any more then he had. But he had to this one time. Because it was his duty. Because in front of him, lay the fate that would have happened anyway. And it was his responsibility to clean up what he had started.

"You say you want this world. This world of hope and new opportunities. But with that comes…" he stretched for words as he looked down. The Rex was slowly walking down the path. Towards the new land. New territory. The last Tyrannosaur on earth. But it wasn't the last Dinosaur…he saw birds flying overhead, as they flew over the border just out of reach. Yes… "The future. But its already changed right? We changed it." Levine thought to himself…if he had not said anything how would this moment had gone. It could have gone a million different ways. But as he watched the birds fly over the horizon, he realized he would never know. Perhaps it was for the best. Maybe…. He sighed as he leaned back in the chair.

"The key to a happy life, is recognizing your never in control," Masrani suddenly interjected, which surprised him. He did not know why he should be so surprised, but he was. Maybe at the interruption, or maybe because he had not been expecting it. "Yes, life changes, yes the world changes…" Masrani turned to face him and there was an intensity in his eyes. But not one he recognized. It was different then that intensity he had seen in Hammond's, Muldoons, even Rossiter's. Very much so. "But can life evolve because it was expecting that change? Would I have made my way from nothing if I had been able to anticipate my struggles?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Maybe…but part of facing the change made us who we are. We grew due to having had to adapt. To evolve."

Levine looked back, meeting his gaze. Unsure what to say. The Rex he could see below them. Now they had circled again so that they were behind the far distance he could see the city lights. The Rex could see them too. The massive animal roared one. The bellow could be heard from the helicopter. It chilled him to the bone. Where did they go from here? Levine thought. Where did they go. He had no idea. And maybe Hammond was right. Maybe they had control. Maybe Malcom was right, they never had control. Or maybe Masrani was right. They never could truly prepare for anything in order to change. To evolve.

One thing was for certain. "This is the start of a paradigm shift, nothing will be the same, your fundamentally changing the system. The way we perceive the world…." He echoed Malcolm's words right there in the cockpit. It really was a very continental shift. The helicopter followed the Rex slowly staying well above its height. As it did, it was trailed by the other helicopters in formation. Three or four on each side. As it did, he could see several other specks further up the road. More of them. More choppers. All ready to greet the newest arrival. It was almost mythic. Masrani was focused, his eyes never leaving the Rex. When he spoke it seemed like the portent of a new age.

"Then our way of thinking will just have to change won't it?"