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JPIV: Ruins of the Unknown
By AlanGrant5
Jurassic Park IV: Ruins of the Unknown
Jurassic Time– Line:
* San Diego Park Project Abandoned ..... (1985)
* The Isla Nublar Incident ..... (1993)
* Isla Nublar Bombed ..... (1994)
* Discovery of Isla Sorna ..... (1997)
* San Diego Incident ..... (1997)
* InGen Files for Bankruptcy ..... (1998)
* Isla Sorna Incident ..... (2001)
* Isla Sorna Bombed ..... (2001)
* Dinosaur Cloning Outlawed ..... (2001)
Poster by JPLuNaTiC
[I.] JOHN WELLER
Anchorage, Alaska
Former paleontologist, John Weller sat in a dimly lit room, with a blank look on his face. In front of him was a computer and on the screen, a blank document. Removing his glasses from the bridge of his nose, John buried his face into the palm of his hands.
“Drew a blank?” a woman from behind him asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.
John turned around in his chair, only to find his beautiful wife, Kate, beaming with a seductive smile.
“Yeah, I seem to be drawing more of those lately. I guess it comes with the age,” John said rising from his chair.
“Drawing blanks at the age of thirty are we? That can’t be good,” she teased.
John chuckled at the sly remark, while wrapping his arms around her waist. At the age of forty five, John’s physical appearance met the requirements of a man in his mid thirties. If anything gave away his age, it would be the gray hair planted on the top of his head.
Unlatching herself from his arms, Kate headed into the kitchen.
“Don’t forget about your fishing trip with Jeremy,” Kate said, as she placed a plate of warm hot cakes onto the wooden dinning room table.
“How could I forget?” John replied, turning the computer off.
“I know you John. Once you get wrapped up into your writing, everything becomes non existent. It’s just you and the computer screen... nothing else.”
“Have to do something to support the family.”
“Right... speaking of which, when’s the next lecture?”
“Next Friday, which is why I’m in such a rush to get this done.”
John walked down the hallway and knocked on his son’s door, “Jeremy, breakfast is ready.”
The door swung open quickly. Standing in the doorway was thirteen year old, Jeremy Weller. With tackle box in hand and a fishing pole slung over his shoulder, Jeremy was more than prepared for the trip.
“No time for breakfast dad. We have to go now if we want to catch some fish,” the boy said, pushing him out of the way.
“We have to eat first Jeremy. The fish aren’t going anywhere... trust me.”
“Dad, it’s 6: 30 in the morning. Everyone knows it’s better to fish in the morning supposed to the afternoon. Plus, the longer we fish, the better the chances we get of catching something.”
John hesitated for a moment and then began to reason. The earlier they went, the earlier he’d get home to finish his report. That was enough incentive to get him going this morning.
“Okay... let’s go then,” he said, pushing his son towards the kitchen.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going?” Kate asked.
“Fishing,” Jeremy said.
“Not until you eat breakfast you’re not. You’ll get sick if you go out on that boat with an empty stomach,” she warned.
“No I won’t mom, I promise. I packed a few snacks in my backpack.”
“Oh really? What did you pack, just out of curiosity?”
Jeremy sighed, zipping his backpack open. Digging through the rubble, the boy removed several candy bars and a Pepsi can that was slightly dented.
“See?” he said, holding the items proudly.
Before Kate could object, John interfered. “Honey, it’s best we get to the lake by seven. You know how crowded it get’s and besides, there’s a better chance at catching something in the morning. And I promise... if we catch something, you won’t have to bother with dinner tonight,” John said, as if not cooking was a privilege.
Kate sighed, with a glimpse of a smile on her face. “Okay... go. Have a good time,” she ordered.
Jeremy, excited, exited the house, with a “bye mom” echoing in the garage.
John smiled at Kate and gave her a parting kiss.
“Don’t think I don’t know why you agreed to this,” she said, folding her arms into her chest.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” John said sarcastically. “I’ll be back in a few hours,” he said shutting the door behind him.
Kate smiled, waving goodbye to the parting mini van, which held her husband and only child. Pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Kate watched the van disappear into the morning fog.
[II.] AN UNWELCOMED VISIT
Surrounded by towering pines, painted in a dazzling white, was Lake Preston. The water was tranquil and chilled by the Alaskan climate. The sun was obscured by lingering clouds, while the lake was consumed by a light yet visible mist that drifted through the morning air like a lost soul. Sitting in the middle of the lake was a small fishing boat, John had rented hours previous.
Glancing at his watch, John took note of the time. It was 7: 58 AM. They had spent a little over an hour at the lake and had yet to catch something worthy of acception. John didn’t mind it though. He enjoyed the scenery that the area had to offer, not to mention the quality time he had to spend with his son. John knew that he would have to saver this moment, for it might be the last. He knew that the older Jeremy would get, the more distant he would become... John had been the same with his father.
“This lake bites,” Jeremy said, staring out at the majestic lake.
John smiled at the sight of impatience.
“You know Jeremy, you say you love fishing, yet you lack the very purpose of the sport.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Patience. Patience is key... haven’t you ever heard that before?”
Jeremy shook his head. “Well, wake me up if you see anything.” Flipping his cap over his eyes, Jeremy sat back in his chair and sighed.
John was determined to make the trip a social event, as he rarely ever spent quality time with Jeremy.
“You know,” John began, “The phone bill this month was quite high... you wanna tell me why?”
Jeremy removed his hat and sat up straight. “You haven’t been tapping into my conversations have you?”
“Me? No, I respect your right for privacy... you’re a big kid now, I understand that. What’s the name of that one girl that keeps calling? Meghan?”
“Molly... why do you ask?”
“Well, she seems to be calling you an awful lot. That your girlfriend or something?”
“What? No... she’s just a friend,” Jeremy said quickly.
“Just a friend? Of course, that’s how it all starts out, but then, next thing you know you’ll be dating, getting married... having kids of your own–”
“Dad! Do we really have to talk about this?”
“But always keep your studies first,” John continued, “I remember, when I was your age... your old man was quite the chic-magnet, but you know what? I focused on my school work first and put my dating life second. You’ll always have time to date, but your education is a once in a life time thing... unless you want to be a loser and go through high school your entire life, never amounting to anything–”
“Dad... I get the picture,” Jeremy warned, not wanting him to go any further.
An awkward silence fell upon them both. John wasn’t sure what to say next, but suddenly he it came to him.
“Jeremy... you got one,” John whispered.
“Wha–,” Jeremy said, looking at the fishing pole. He noticed a sharp, rhythmic tug, pulling on the line.
“Reel ‘em in,” John said, reaching for the net.
Jeremy nodded and gently lifted the fishing pole from its resting spot. He slowly began to reel the line in, stopping momentarily, then continuing at a slow pace.
“Reel it in now before it gets off with the bait,” the father said eagerly awaiting to catch a glimpses of the fish.
Jeremy, his eyes fixated on the line, whispered, “Patience is key... I learned that once.”
John smiled and watched his son battle the underwater creature. It must of been a big fish, if it was putting up this much of a struggle.
As Jeremy began reeling the beast in, he yelled, “Net! Get the net!”
John quickly gripped the net and dove it into the cold water.
“I got it,” he yelled, with the fish flopping uncontrollably in the fishing net. John raised it from the depths of the lake and set it down onto the boat’s surface. It’s gleaming exterior began to twitch with strong thrusts as John tried to grab a hold of it.
“Look’s like we’re eating in tonight,” John said, rising from his crouched position. “Let me go get the pliers from the tackle box. Make sure you don’t let that thing get away.”
The boy nodded, holding the fish down with two hands. As John turned around, he noticed a black Cadillac Sedan, parked next to his van. Leaning on the Sedan’s hood was a man dressed in a black business suit, overlapped with a brown trench coat.
“Dr. Weller? Are you Dr. John Weller?” the man yelled from across the lake.
John, caught off guard replied, “Yes... I am he.”
“I would like to have a word with you... if I may,” the mysterious figure cried out.
The man looked to be in his early thirties and wore sunglasses, even when they weren’t needed. Just below the glasses was a thinly grown goatee, which was structured perfectly along his lower jaw line his lips. Accompanying the intimidating look, was a welcoming smile, visible from where the boat floated among the placid waters.
“Do I know you?” John asked, well aware of the answer.
“My name is Thomas Hayes... I’m from the EPA,” the man replied, cupping his hands over his mouth to create a bull horn.
John sighed. The Environmental Protection Agency? What in the hell could they possibly want from me? he asked himself.
“Jeremy, dump the fish inside the bucket... I have to talk to this guy for a second.”
Jeremy, to his surprise, obeyed and did as he was told. John turned the boat’s engine on and steered towards the lake’s shore. In just a matter of minutes, the boat reached the pier. Quickly tying a rope around the pier’s leg, John gestured for Jeremy to stay on the boat.
“Listen, I’m on a fishing trip with my son... if it’s a fishing license your worried about, I have one right here in my wallet,” John began, pulling out his wallet.
“No, it’s not about that,” Thomas chuckled. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have come all the way from San Fransisco, just to stop you from fishing.”
Inserting his wallet into the back pocket of his pants, John became confused. “San Fransisco, California?”
“Yes, I’m from the San Fransisco office.”
John had a look of shock planted on his face. “That’s a long way to come... what can I do for you?”
“Well, I and the FBI are conducting an investigation.”
“An investigation? Of what?” John asked, as they both seated themselves at a wooden table, overlooking the shimmering lake.
“Of the Biosyn Corporation. We understand you had some affiliations with the company?”
“Long ago... they funded a dig of mine back in ‘97, just before I left the field.”
“Have you ever spoken to a man by the name of Brian Watson?”
John thought for a minute, “Yes... again, this was quite some time ago.”
“Did you ever meet him in person?”
“No, just over the phone.”
“What were the nature of the phone calls?” he asked, his chin resting on a closed fist.
“Well... dinosaur related stuff. Mainly dietary data of infants.”
“Did you ever find these questions out of the ordinary?”
“No, not really. He told me he needed the information because he was planning a museum for children.”
“Listen Dr. Weller, I’m going to be straight up with you on this. The information you’ve just told me, confirms our suspicions.”
“Suspicions? About what?”
“This is exactly how it all started.”
“I’m not sure if I follow...”
“Does the word InGen ring a bell? You see, we have the same suspicions now that we did when InGen was fucking around with their failed attempts at a prehistoric zoo back in ‘85. It all matches... we have records of Biosyn purchasing fifteen Hood sequencers. As for where they’re being shipped, we don’t know. That’s where you come in.”
The information being fed to him was a little unsettling. John grew confused, “How do I come into all of this?”
“You signed on as a consultant for the company, getting fifty thou for the information you provided for them, correct?”
“Yes...”
“We need you to tell us where the island is... we’ve searched a chain of islands off the coast of Costa Rica, but have yet to find the source of their illegal operations.”
“You mean, dinosaur cloning?”
“Yes.”
“How am I supposed to know where the island is? I was never told –”
“Establish contact with Brian Watson or whomever you gave information to and try and find the island’s location... but don’t sound too suspicious about it. When and if you obtain the island’s location, here’s my card,” Thomas said, slipping the object onto the table. “I know this is a lot to lay on you, but your assistance is well appreciated.”
John sat in silence, holding the man’s card in his hand. Thomas Hayes, lifted himself from his seat and made way towards the black Sedan.
“Oh and Dr. Weller?” said Thomas, just as he was about to enter the vehicle.
John turned, in response to his name being called.
“Confidential... no one else may know of this. Understood?”
John, without verbal communication, nodded his head. Thomas smiled, entering the car, leaving John Weller at the table in complete silence.
6/2/2002 7:33:33 PM
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