Let us make it known. Alan Grant and Ian Malcolm are currently in a heavy battle for favorite character... but I think Ian Malcolm is winning out.

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"Site B"

Dr. Ian Malcolm stared out the windshield, stuck in rush hour traffic; on his way to meet the other fruitcakes on this madcap rescue mission. The sun shone, but he did not feel the warmth. No, he was too chilled by what he had just learned from Hammond.

So there's a site B. Isla Sorna.

Not that he liked that. More dinosaurs. Of course.

He hated being right all the time. The dinosaurs had escaped on Isla Nublar, just like he had anticipated. Even though he had seen the electric fence repel the velociraptors earlier, his knowledge of chaos theory had told him that life would find a way. The dinosaurs had found a way to reproduce, right? Even though they were all bred as females. And wouldn't they have kicked it after seven days without the lysine? So much for that. He was about to head to an island, with dinosaurs. And this time, no fences.

If not for Sarah, he would not be going.