This is far from the first time Hoskins has had an angry, contained hybrid shrieking relentless murder at him, and although it does hurt his ears a little (Jesus) it stopped intimidating him a long time ago. He does pull back a bit to avoid the actual force of her fury, but he still admires her openly, admires her rage and her determination to get free.

"You see that, boys?" he murmurs, almost awed. "That is a beautiful, wild thing right there."

The technicians don't seem to agree. They spent years dealing with aggressive hybrids before, and actually lost a few of their number to the last raptor that was so infamously difficult to control. But none of them are eager to listen to those primal screams, nor suffer her thrashing while they try to follow orders. This is a delicate procedure, for one thing. Ground-breaking, for another. Working for InGen has its share of risks, but it almost means being the first to change the face of the world.

One of the braver technicians bolts quickly up, and the long tip of a needle plunges into the female hybrid's neck. When the plunger depresses, Blue's veins are flooded with the sedative that leaves her limbs heavy, her body numb, her thoughts sluggish and disjointed.