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--Biosyn's Creation-- Part 2
By Carnotaur3
EXT. COSTA RICAN JUNGLE – DAY
A scientist by the name of Norman Hunt was smoking his cigar at the side of Biosyn’s research facility. His eyes cold and dark.
NORMAN
Kiss my ass, Harold!
Beside him was a game warden by the name of Harold Hoskin. He started laughing ecstatically.
NORMAN (cont’d)
Damn you! Those were my best jeans.
There was a yellow liquid on Norman’s jeans.
HOSKIN
When I tranq an animal, you better just get out of the way.
NORMAN
First off, you didn’t tranq the Igaunodon. Your partner did. Second, hire someone who knows the right dosage.
HOSKIN
He’s new, give him a break.
NORMAN
He had the animal piss on me!
HOSKIN
It happens!
NORMAN
Well, the hell with that!
Norman straightened himself up.
HOSKIN
I’m still on with the stegosaurs, right?
NORMAN
Yes, I’m telling you, we should’ve come up with a better formula for the herbivores. That and the carnivores too. They are becoming too much of a hassle.
HOSKIN
Nothing’s a hassle for me!
NORMAN
Whatever! Just don’t bring your friend tomorrow!
HOSKIN
Not with the stegs, they’d go wild!
Dodgson ran to the scientist from a security building.
DODGSON
Your up, Norm!
NORMAN
I hate night shifts! Where am I staying with tonight.
Dodgson smiled at him.
DODGSON
The raptors!
INT. RAPTOR ROOM – NIGHT
Norman sat watching the raptors from all 4 camera shots. But his main sight was straight ahead on the plastic window. It was a DAMN jungle in that arena. Something you think a stage of a movie could be. But the jungle was real.
Sitting beside him was Troy. He had his note pad ready for anything unique with the raptors to happen.
Unfortunately, ever since they got them, they’ve done nothing. So, anything for Troy would’ve made his day!
NORMAN
All they do is eat.
TROY
True, but in Grant’s book…
His voice got cut off.
NORMAN
In Grant’s book! He’s full of shit!
Strings of a guitar start playing.
TROY (cont’d)
What the hell is that?
Norman looks up with an awkward look.
NORMAN
You’ve never heard me play?
TROY
Yeah, just now! And it sucks!
He started playing again, ignoring Troy while doing so.
Then, something extrodinary happened! Three of the female raptors sang in tune to the notes.
Norman stopped playing.
NORMAN
What the hell?
Norman gets out his note pad as well. Troy was too busy hearing their song.
Then, they started communicating to each other.
NORMAN
(Muttering as he wrote) One long cry plus two short cries plus…
Norman kept talking…
TROY
Are you getting this? This is HISTORY, man. Hey, you listening too me?
The raptors still called to each other.
TROY (cont’d)
Norman, wonder if they have a language. Wonder if we could decipher it?
Norman stopped writing and looked towards Troy’s extremely serious face.
NORMAN
I don’t know!
EXT. BIOSYN FACILITY – DAY
George Baselton, a large man, not by meaning he’s fat, but a very large man, stood by the facility. He’s someone you’d think would be a football player.
George was best friend’s with Dodgson. They had been as long as they could remember.
He saw Dodgson walk up to him.
DODGSON
George, my good friend, how are you?
BASELTON
Fine, I guess. The flight was extremely exhausting. I threw up a couple of times, but I’m all right.
DODGSON
I’m just glad you made it safely. Come with me to my office.
INT. DODGSON’S OFFICE – DAY
Window wipers scrubbed the windows with their washcloths. But Baselton hardly noticed them when he was there. Basically because he was more interested in what Dodgson was saying.
DODGSON
The park will be glorious I’m sure. Everybody will forget about InGen’s Jurassic Park and start going to ours.
BASELTON
What about the money?
DODGSON
$10 bucks an hour? Hell I don’t know yet! All I know is that we need to get our asses some big money.
BASELTON
How you gonna get a lawyer that will agree with this? Not too many around!
DODGSON
I have my connections.
CUT TO: Troy has got his note pad in his hands, whistling happy down the hall and to the office door of Lewis Dodgson. But he gets stopped when he hears the two talking.
BASELTON
Connections doesn’t always mean anything. First off, you gonna have to convince them that this park will be more secure than the other one. Second…
CUT TO:
Troy bursting into the door. He was angry, very angry.
TROY
A park? A fricken PARK?
4/16/2002 6:48:22 PM
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