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The touchdown is rough. The second they hit dirt, the rotors kick up a storm of leaves and grit, and Zora's already scanning the treeline. No signs of movement—but that doesn’t mean much out here. This island’s too quiet, almost like it’s holding its breath. Zora steps off the chopper first. Kincaid’s behind her, calm and unreadable. Loomis stumbles out last, already sweating through his shirt and clutching his gear like a kid on his first field trip. Great. The plan is to locate three dinosaur species and collect a DNA sample of each one. They’re in big pharma’s secret playground, and something tells her they’re walking straight into something they weren’t briefed on. “Welcome to Île Saint-Hubert,” Zora hears a voice coming from around the chopper.