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Awake and Alive: Adaptation

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Rangers

: One year after the events of Awake and Alive Survival:

"And in recent news the new theme park Jurassic World has sold the rights to the infamous site B to Hammond Industries a new up and coming PMC that is better known for its weapons and scientific research. The company was created by Tim Murphy the grandson of John Hammond who created the original Jurassic Park and is partnered with the shipping conglomerate Price Shipping. Simon Masrani the owner of Jurassic World stated that the current park requires all of his attention and the selling of site B to the PMC for over 30 million US will help the current parks revenue immensely. When asked about if he was concerned with the activities of the private military corporation, Masrani stated that a contract was signed between the two multimillion dollar companies that included stipulations of what Hammond Industries could do on the island. However the details were not disclosed to us. In other related new Jurassic Worlds ticket sales are at an all-time low as..." the reporter continued on the television however the two individuals in the room where no longer paying attention to him.

"So you actually got your hands on the entire island? Didn't INGEN and the US government try and raise hell?" one of the figures asked from where he was leaning against a wall of the large office they were in.

"Obviously but between me and Adrian we promised our financial support for a few politicians in their elections and threatened to pull our funding from the military so they accepted the decision, with a few stipulations. INGEN however still tried to argue the point but I bluntly told them to go fuck themselves." The other figure stated from where he was sitting in a rather large red leather chair while drinking a glass of fifteen year old cognac.

"So now it's finally time to begin the execution phase. About time, I'm rather sick of waiting here for the green light." The first figure stated in relief.

"Huh, you know it sounds like you are looking forward to going back to the island. Something I need to know Tyler?" the second figure stated to the first who rose from his leaning position in the shadows to reveal the face of Tyler Hamilton.

"I still have some friends on that island Tim. Plus I feel more at home there then I ever did here in 'civilized' society." Tyler stated as he looked to the figure in the chair who was none other than Tim Murphy owner of Hammond Industries.

Tim just nodded before walking over to a window overlooking a warehouse interior. Below them on the ground floor dozens of engineers and technicians where furiously working one vehicles that ranged from dirt bikes to Marauders and Huey helicopters and even a Chinook. All around preparations were being made, guns were being loaded, gear was being packed, briefings where wrapping up. Tim observed all of this before turning away and addressing Tyler again. "Well, let's get this show on the road. You have the green light Tyler. Deploy your rangers to Isla Sorna."

Tyler nodded and smirked "You got it boss and this time I'm there to stay."

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: Ranger's Orientation Briefing:

Welcome to the Rangers

A flash of light signifies the activation of a video as the screen displays "Welcome" in large blue letters. Suddenly a female voice rings out in a pleasant tone as the video plays.

"Hello and welcome officially to the Rangers. The Rangers are a Private Military Corporation that is a subsidiary of Star Shipping and Technology Industries. As you likely already know you have signed an agreement contract with our offices and are now an employee of the Rangers PMC. As was made aware to you in your contract your duties will require you to spend an extensive amount of time on the island Isla Sorna. As you should already be aware this island is classified as an Extreme Risk, being the only current work environment with that designation, and is under quarantine by the United Nations. However due to a deal made with the UN and Costa Rican governments the Rangers have been allowed to conduct operations in and around four of the five islands of this island chain." The voice stated as a picture of five different islands appeared on screen.

"The Mission and purpose of the Rangers presence in this area is twofold. Firstly the rangers are responsible for the enforcing of the quarantine on the islands it is responsible for. This includes intercepting illegal traffickers or smugglers from taking any of the islands inhabitants off site as well as conducting Search and Rescue operations for stranded civilians. The second purpose of our presence in this area is for research and development of tech given by Star Technology's weapons development branch as well as any technology remaining on the island. Please type in your access ID and password." The voice asked.

"ID and password submitted verifying... ID confirmed. Welcome Operator, your duties as a field operator involve a number of tasks. Firstly you are expected to defend non-combat personnel of the ISR (Isla Sorna Rangers) which include support personnel and researchers. This will see you performing duties such as guard duties and VIP escort. You will also be expected to conduct various field operations in and around the islands that will likely bring you into direct violent actions as a precaution to operative death or injury all field operators should have written and submitted the necessary legal documents in the event of their death."

Verifying Security Clearance appears on the screen before after a pause the video continued. "Level Three security clearance confirmed." The voice spoke again "During the course of your time amongst the Rangers you will be around and utilize technology that is classified at experimental and or confidential. In addition some activities and duties involving the islands inhabitants are considered Top secret all such information is restricted and all operatives and Ranger personnel are forbidden from relaying such information to outside parties or non-site personnel. While on duty you are under the direct command of Tyler Hamilton, our Tactical Response Officer and Head of all Combat Personnel in the ISR. Further information and instructions will be given on site, for now be at the predesignated pick up points for deployment. Again welcome to the Rangers." The voice finished as the screen flashed one last message before turning off.

See You Soon

: 2 Weeks Later, 0832, somewhere over Costa Rica:

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump

The sound of the UH-1 Iroquois reverberated among the eight armed individuals in the back. The sound of the helicopter many called the Huey didn't bother the men as they gazed out the door at the countryside beneath the helicopter, the fact that they were over land however did. One of the individual's carefully got up from his seat and keeping a firm grip on a series of hand rails on the Huey's roof, made his way toward the cockpit. Leaning his head in he shouted toward the pilot seated to his left.

"Where are we going!? We should have been over the ocean twenty minutes ago!?" the man questioned. The pilot turned to see who addressed him and studied the man that had intruded upon his workplace.

The man stood at a little over six feet tall. His frame was concealed by the Olive Drab Fatigues with the exception of his hands, feet, and face which adorned black boots and fingerless gloves. The only thing he wore atop his head however was a black eye-patch over right eye, allowing the pilot to make out the man's features. He had a pale complexion leading on to believe he was of European dissent. His hair was done in a short black Mohawk that along with the black goatee gave him the stereotypical mercenary look that was only further assisted by his light to moderately muscled frame. The one eye that was not concealed regarded the pilot in a calculating yet confidant blue gaze that demanded an answer to his question. The pilot also couldn't help but notice the man's left hand, which he was using to steady himself against the archway separating the cockpit from the cabin, was missing its ring finger. Strapped to the man's front was a M16A1 Automatic Rifle, likely the man's weapon of choice. Holstered at his side was an M1911A1 that seemed to have some custom work done to the grip. On his left thigh was a strapped combat knife that completed the man's arsenal.

Deciding to answer the man the pilot leaned his head over toward him. "Change of plans sir! We are heading to Daniel Oduber Airport and dropping you off there for a special assignment then this bird is RTB! You're all catching a different ride!" the pilot told him before glancing out the front of the chopper quickly before turning back "We're approaching the airport now sir, you should sit down for landing!" The man nodded before ducking back into the cabin and reclaiming his seat.

As the helicopter made its way to the airfield the pilot maneuvered the Huey toward a hanger set away from the others before slowly lowering the bird to a soft landing. The eight men in back quickly disembarked and no sooner where they off the Huey did the pilots raise altitude before banking away and leaving the eight men standing on the tarmac slightly confused as to what they should be doing. Their attention however was soon grabbed by the sight of two jeeps pulling up to them and the familiar face of the lead jeeps driver.

"Welcome to Costa Rica gentleman! Don't get used to it because you'll be leaving its shores shortly." Said the voice of none other than Tyler Coombs the man that they had all been told and over time came to accept as their boss. Tyler's hair was short and brown, his usually pale complexion had changed to a more tanned on due to his time this close to the equator. His brown eyes regarded the eight men in slight amusement at their previously confused state before he motioned them to the jeeps. The eight man quickly picked up their gear and climbed aboard the two jeeps four to each one before Tyler and the other driver accelerated toward the nearby hanger three hundred yards away.

"Sorry for the change of plans but I needed all of you for an immediate mission." Tyler stated as he drove toward the hanger. "Most of the staff has already arrived at Home Base near Isla Sorna. We have set up most of the equipment but to really begin operations on the island we need two things. First thing we need is a detailed map of the facilities on the island before it was abandoned. The second thing is access to the islands old mainframe. To get these things we need boots on the ground. Quick and quite." Tyler stated as they entered the hanger only to be greeted by the sight of a C-130 Hercules.

As the vehicles came to a stop Tyler looked toward the aircraft before stating for all to hear "Gentleman meet your insertion vehicle." He stated as he disembarked the jeep quickly followed by the eight men. "The eight of you are part of the Advanced Recon Unit, or in other words the A team. If a situation comes up and we need to scramble to a highly dangerous situation you all are expected to go. That said get on board and gear up, you'll find some bags with additional equipment and supplies. Vargo!" he called out to the man that had been talking to the chopper pilot previously. "You're my number two on this operation. Take Dorcha, Jay, Drew, Steven, and Felix. You five are Bravo Team. Jevon, Jacks, Mark you're with me. We are Alpha Team. Stick together and board the plan take off is in 5 minutes."

As the men scrambled aboard the plane Tyler watched them go. "Ready or not here we go boys." He thought before making his way aboard.

Next stop Isla Sorna