Operation Clean Sweep


Some folks claim that crisis is one and the same as opportunity.

Well, a lot of people will talk that Sun-Tzu load of horse manure until their ears are spouting fertilizer, but I'll tell you one thing: most people don't like problems, and will avoid them at all costs. And when they find themselves actually confronted with one, they'll sweep it under the rug and pretend it doesn't exist.

John Hammond, our illustrious president, is no different from most in this respect. It's become especially evident in the way he's handled InGen's two most unpopular dinosaurs, the Brachiosaurus and the Velociraptor.

We all know the reasons why these two creatures aren't working out at Jurassic Park. To his credit, Hammond initially tried to deal with the matter at hand. He seemed pretty confident that he could pawn them off on some unsuspecting zoo as curiosities. When that didn't work, he got creative. Maybe he could sell the Raptors as guard dogs to some Marxist dictatorship. No dice, deeper desperation. Could he sell the Brachiosaurus meat to some starving Third World country? A better idea, but when the logistics of moving an 80 ton dinosaur got discussed, well, let's just say it'd be cheaper to try to feed all of Cambodia with Big Macs.

The real answer to this little conundrum finally dawned on Mr. Hammond. And what do you know, he didn't have the stomach for it. So much for Sun-Tzu.

So it's up to Security to rid the Park of these creatures. Only keep it simple, and more importantly, keep it quiet.

The end result, of course, is Operation Clean Sweep. Some friends of mine in the military (and I don't mean the Armed Forces - you'd never catch these guys swearing allegiance to a country unless there was some angle to be played) turned me on to a host of nerve gases that can be made from the ingredients you find in commercial fertilizer. Sodium Fluoride. Sodium Cyanide. Phosphorus Trichloride. Acetonitrates. Sure, Uncle Sam keeps tabs on who's buying what when it comes to this sort of thing, but when you're ordering chemicals for a Park the size of Jurassic, it's easier than you think to slip things by.

So far, we've been "treating" the Brachiosaurus with decent-sized doses of Sarin, the same nerve gas that guy used on that Japanese subway a couple of years back. And the results? Well, nobody can seem to figure out the "mysterious plague" that's killing these things off. And for the most part, no one really cares.

The Raptors will probably be a tougher foe, but hell, what's life without challenges?


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