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Now that the internal threats had been resolved and order created, Jack was ready to expand outward.
"Let's start with Isla Sorna."
After a brief consideration, Jack chose Isla Sorna—the sister island of Isla Nublar—as his first target.
It was nearby, larger, long abandoned by humans, and completely uninhabited, making it an ideal refuge for dinosaurs in the future.
After giving a few instructions to Gray, Jack soared westward, heading directly toward Isla Sorna.
Beyond Isla Nublar stretched the vast, endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean.
Isla Nublar lay about 200 kilometers off the western coast of Costa Rica.
Isolated from the world, it was often called "Cloud Island" due to the persistent fog that blanketed it year-round.
Isla Sorna was located roughly 140 kilometers west of Nublar.
But for Jack, that distance would only take minutes to cover.
"Huff, huff, huff—!!"
High above the sea, Jack flew through the sky, steadily accelerating from his initial 100 km/h.
As his speed increased, so did the air resistance. His massive dragon body began to tremble under the strain.
Jack knew that as he approached the speed of sound, the air in front of him could no longer flow around his body smoothly.
Instead, it compressed, creating tremendous resistance.
This was the sound barrier.
If his body weren't durable enough, he'd be torn apart mid-flight, spiraling out of control like a kite with a snapped string.
Only with enough physical strength and momentum could he push through that barrier and reach supersonic speed.
"Roar!!"
With a deafening roar, every muscle and bone in Jack's body cracked like popping firecrackers.
A surge of raw power erupted from within him.
His massive wings beat furiously, whipping up a storm below.
The ocean churned beneath him, waves rising as if answering his call.
"Boom—BOOM!!"
The compressed air ahead finally gave way, bursting apart in shockwaves that trailed from both his head and tail.
A thunderous crack echoed across the sky.
Sonic boom.
Jack had broken the sound barrier. He was now flying at the speed of sound.
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Meanwhile, on Isla Sorna.
Several Black Hawk helicopters hovered over the dense jungle as a team from Monarch touched down.
Their mission: to find a suitable location for a new monitoring outpost to oversee dinosaur activity from Isla Nublar.
"Another goddamn island," muttered James Conrad, the field leader of the operation.
As former British Air Force special forces operative, James had seen more than his share of strange places.
In 1973, he'd led an expedition to Skull Island in the South Pacific.
Though he escaped that hellish place alive and later joined Monarch, the trauma of what he saw there never truly left him.
Now, he was back on another remote island—this time tasked with scouting for what would become Outpost 13.
It wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind for retirement.
"I've had enough of islands," he grumbled again, scanning the treeline warily.
"Relax," said Weaver, his second-in-command.
"This is just a recon job. Isla Sorna's pretty quiet these days. Not much dinosaur activity left here. And the ones on Nublar can't make it across the channel."
James didn't look convinced, but he gave a curt nod.
"Let's hope it stays that way."
She had once been an anti-war journalist, committed to exposing the hidden truths of the world through her lens.
When news of Skull Island reached her, she joined James Conrad on the expedition, determined to uncover what lay beyond the fog.
After enduring countless hardships, she narrowly escaped and used the experience to gain a foothold in Monarch.
Now, both she and James were core members of Monarch, having since witnessed the existence of multiple Titans—monsters that defied belief.
James gave a quiet nod. There was no point in complaining anymore—he was already here.
All he could do was focus on the mission and wrap things up quickly.
After a thorough survey, the team confirmed their selected location for Outpost 13—just off the eastern coast of Isla Sorna.
"Almost done. Let's get ready to head back," James said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
But something didn't sit right.
He had a nagging feeling in his gut.
The team had been exploring the island for hours, but they hadn't seen a single living creature—not even birds or insects.
For a lush, wild island like Isla Sorna, the silence was unnatural. Ominous.
Still, the team began boarding the Black Hawk helicopters, ready to return and report their findings.
"Bang!!"
Suddenly, a massive rock flew through the air and struck one of the helicopters just as it lifted off. The rotor snapped clean off.
"Boom—!"
The helicopter spun out of control and slammed into the jungle floor, erupting in a fiery crash.
The fate of the crew inside was unclear.
"Oh my God! What was that?!" Weaver gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
James froze. His expression changed instantly as he stared toward the treeline.
He looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
"White... King Kong?!"
His voice trembled.
"King Kong?!" Weaver echoed, stunned.
"Isn't he supposed to be on Skull Island? How could he be here?!"
But before anyone could answer, a hulking figure burst from the forest—a towering, albino gorilla with rippling muscle and immense strength.
It stood nearly 12 meters tall and weighed over 9 tons.
"Owwwwwrrhh!!"
The beast reared up, pounding its chest with earth-shaking force, letting out a thunderous roar that echoed across the island.
"It's not Kong," James muttered grimly, eyes narrowing.
"That's George… the albino gorilla. One of the three monsters that tore through Chicago last year."