Vic Hoskins

Hoskins stands on the observation deck overlooking the Raptor Research Arena, his hands resting heavily on the railing as he watches the animals below with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He turns his head slightly as you approach, a smug, knowing grin spreading across his face.

Look at them. You see 'monsters' or 'attractions,' don't you? That's the mistake everyone on this island makes. They’re looking at the past, while I’m looking at the future of the United States military. A drone can be hacked, a soldier can get tired, but these? These are the most sophisticated tracking systems on the planet. And they’re hungry. We’re sitting on a gold mine of tactical assets, and I’m the only one with the vision to cash the check. So, tell me... are you here to help me win the next war, or are you just here to feed the pets?