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With the arrival of more control personnel, the chaos at the resort was finally brought under control.
Most of the pterosaurs had been sedated with tranquilizer darts and were now secured.
However, a few had escaped. With their powerful wings, they could easily fly off Isla Nublar—and if they reached the mainland, it would be a serious threat to the human world.
The sky had darkened before anyone realized it.
Unaware of the full situation, Owen rushed to the control room.
As soon as he arrived, he ran into Hoskins, who had brought a group of heavily armed mercenaries.
They had already taken over the entire control room.
After Masrani's death, all of the original Jurassic World staff, including Claire, were dismissed.
Hoskins' private security team had taken over operations.
"Owen, just in time! The board has given me emergency authority over Jurassic World," Hoskins said with a thin, self-satisfied smile.
"What the hell happened? Why did the pterosaurs escape from the aviary?" Owen demanded.
"Oh? So you don't know yet? Let me fill you in."
Hoskins then explained the whole story—how both Indominus rex had escaped. Owen was stunned.
"I've got a plan, and I need your help. I need the raptors you trained to hunt them down."
Hoskins finally revealed his real intention.
"Absolutely not. That's insane," Owen shot back immediately.
He knew exactly what Hoskins was after.
The man had always wanted to use the trained Velociraptors as military weapons.
But sending them after two Indominus rex? That wasn't just reckless—it was suicide.
Besides, the raptors had never been tested in real combat.
If they broke from training and turned feral, the results would be catastrophic.
"I'm not asking, Owen. I'm telling you. I'm in charge now. My men are already at the raptor paddock. Whether you help or not, the operation goes ahead."
Hoskins' tone left no room for argument.
In the end, for the safety of the remaining guests, Owen reluctantly agreed.
He would lead the Velociraptors, coordinating with Hoskins' team to track and hunt the escaped Indominus rex.
Hoskins' mercenaries were equipped with heavy weapons—machine guns, rocket launchers, armored vehicles—they were prepared for war.
"What a waste," Hoskins muttered, thinking of the two Indominus rex.
They had been prime specimens, perfect biological weapons.
But once they escaped human control, there was only one outcome: death.
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Pterosaur Enclosure
All the pterosaurs had escaped through the breach, and the wreckage of the crashed helicopter was still burning fiercely.
Jack—the source of all the chaos in Jurassic World—had already left the Pterosaur Enclosure.
He returned to the forested valley, finding a secluded place to hide.
"Begin pterosaur gene fusion," he muttered to himself.
With that single thought, the process began.
The familiar burning sensation surged through his body again, spreading like fire across his muscles and bones.
The pain was excruciating, but Jack endured it, driven by sheer willpower and anticipation.
The ability to fly—so rare and extraordinary in Earth's evolutionary history—was now within his grasp.
Flight had only evolved three times in vertebrates: pterosaurs, birds, and bats.
Among invertebrates, only insects had achieved it.
That rarity came from its extreme complexity, requiring exceptional muscle coordination, balance, airflow perception, precise landing control, and specialized anatomical structures like feathers or wing membranes.
Any weakness in this intricate system, and true flight would be impossible.
Crack! Crack!
Suddenly, a sickening sound of shifting bone echoed from his ribcage.
Two long, tubular bones pierced through the skin and scales on either side of Jack's chest, slowly pushing outward.
"RRAAAHHH!!"
The pain was unbearable. Jack let out a guttural roar as blood dripped from the fresh wounds.
Kakakaka!
The bones were hollow, lighter, though not as strong as solid bones.
They stretched and expanded rapidly, like bamboo after spring rain, until they finally stopped at an astonishing length of 30 meters.
Fully extended, the wing skeletons gave him a total wingspan of 60 meters—three times Jack's current body length—a 3:1 wingspan-to-body ratio is common among pterosaurs.
There was, however, one key difference: pterosaur wings evolved from the forelimbs.
The fourth finger elongated to form the wing's leading edge, supporting a membrane that stretched to the hind limbs.
But Jack's forelimbs remained unchanged.
He hadn't sacrificed his arms for wings. Instead, he had grown entirely new appendages, making him a true four-limbed flying dragon.
The fusion continued.
With the wing skeleton now complete, thin membranes began to form.
A keratin layer spread first, followed by twin wing membranes of skin, muscle, collagen, and fibrous tissue.
They quickly wrapped around the bony framework, forming aerodynamic surfaces ready for flight.
The structure of a pterosaur's wing membrane was anything but simple.
It was reinforced with radial fibrous tissues stretching from head to tail, intricately woven with surface muscles and blood vessels in a spiral pattern.
This design dramatically increased the membrane's tensile strength and stability, allowing it to stretch and fold freely.
Attached to the wing structure were countless muscle fibers—like miniature engines—capable of unleashing bursts of powerful force.
These muscles helped pterosaurs fine-tune the tension and shape of their wings, enabling them to perform complex flight maneuvers: leaping takeoffs, sharp turns, rapid dives, smooth landings, and long glides.
Arteries and veins ran through the membrane, continuously supplying nutrients and oxygen.
"Crash—!!"
Finally, the fusion process was nearing completion.
The pain that had wracked Jack's body began to fade.
Eager to see the result, he approached a nearby stream and looked down at his reflection.
In a word, handsome.
The wings looked completely natural, as if he'd been born with them.
There was no trace of artificiality.
The sturdy, rugged tubular bones added an edge of raw power and ferocity.
The entire structure matched his silvery-white scales perfectly.
The wing membranes shimmered with a metallic sheen, giving off a sense of nobility, mystery, and magic.
It worked.
He had successfully integrated the pterosaur genes, grown wings, and gained the power of flight.
Now, it was time to test what these wings could do.
"Roar—!!"
Jack let out a triumphant roar, raising his gaze to the distant sky.
His silver-white wings spread wide, wild and majestic, as his proud, draconic form looked ready to leap into the heavens at any moment.