"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Have you people not eaten? Even a seventy-year-old woman moves more nimbly than you strapping young men!"
The burly man was named Jack Milton. Before working for International Genetic Technologies, he had served in the military for over ten years and held the rank of warrant officer. He would have been promoted to second lieutenant before long, but the Day of Purgatory had dragged him into its aftermath. He and the forty men under his command had been dishonorably discharged by people with ulterior motives. They couldn't even get hired as security guards because of the records left behind by the incident. If Dilos hadn't taken an interest in them and sent someone to recruit them into International Genetic Technologies' defense department, they probably would have ended up as mercenaries.
That was right. Jack and all forty of his men were soldiers, and Dilos had been keeping an eye on them for a long time. The people he needed weren't just literary types who knew how to make money and order others around; he also needed fighters who could handle themselves and fight in a war. They had to be responsible, physically strong, and dependent on a wealthy benefactor like Dilos for their livelihood...
Finding people like that wasn't easy. Just the number of times he'd had to use memory alteration and mental suggestion through the company's connections to find them had given him a terrible headache.
And this time on the island was Dilos's chance to determine whether they truly met his requirements.
As soon as the teams landed on Isla Sorna, Jack quickly arranged them into several defensive formations in case anything unexpected happened. Then, after the other transport planes had unloaded their supplies, Jack picked a dozen men to sort and arrange everything as