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Jurassic Park IV: Deadly Strain --Chapter3--
By Carnotaur3
GRANT’S GONE, OTHERS WILL BE TOO
Dr. Ian Malcolm and Lex Murphy were sitting down in chairs in yet another cafeteria. This one was darker and had a few windows up at the top of the walls. Lex guessed that they were halfway under the ground. Malcolm guessed that they were locked up against their wills. And so it continued… the long thoughtful debate on why the hell they were there and what the hell did they want from them. Of course, Malcolm lost his cool after Dodgson explained to him the deceitful lies he didn’t want to hear.
The little innocent Lex would have believed the man if it were not for Malcolm, who, in all honesty, knew how to calculate lying, whether it be from looking at the eyes or the behavior of the man. Dodgson, to him, might have been a liar, but he was no foolish liar. Malcolm always had the upper hand at detecting these sorts of things.
“Hammond said something about us knowing something…” Malcolm said, not knowing where to go with the clue.
Lex responded sadly, “He was doped.”
“Yes, but very aware. There’s too much coincidence going on around here. I, uh, don’t like it at all.”
“So, I shouldn’t believe Doctor Dodgson?”
“No, liars go to hell,” Malcolm said, Lex not knowing if she should laugh or congratulate him in this observation. “But I’ll ask you these questions. Why would they take us here? Why would they bring us so far away to a secret location? Shouldn’t they be quarantining the area we are located in? It doesn’t add up. They say it’s transferable by humans to humans as well. I don’t see any more people coming here, and I don’t suspect anymore should be.
“It has something to do with your grandfather. I think he knew something and they are afraid that he’s told us and that we’ve told others and if the information spreads they are going to be blamed for it.”
“So, what kind of information would that be? I’ve sat there with him as he was dying, and he only talked about how he should’ve been out golfing or keeping InGen out of business than strapped up to a hospital bed thinking about the future of things after he’s gone. Not exactly the voice of a man who knew too much,” Lex said, disapproving Malcolm’s belief.
“I was up there, Lex. I heard the old fart tell me I was in danger of something.”
“Don’t call him that!” Lex yelled, quite offended.
Malcolm rubbed his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have said that to her and now one of the fewest people he loved was now raving mad at him.
“I’m sorry… but look at it this way, a man comes up to you, a man you don’t even know, tells you his name and why he has you, but doesn’t directly answer your questions or show any concern. He then walks away with a cool complexion. He smiles after he leaves, keeps grinning all the way back. Now, a man walks up to you and explains everything, only after he does so, he’s got a worried complexion, and he’s concerned all the way through. He explains his feelings toward the matter or subject in hand. After he walks off all worried, which one would you rather believe?”
Lex blew air out of her nose. “The last one.”
“Why?” Malcolm asked, seeing her catching on.
“It’s because he’s concerned about us, but Dr. Dodgson said we had nothing to worry about.”
“But we do, Lex. If we are infected, and they are trying to find a cure, they might never find one in enough time, and like he said, it infects a person at different stages of their life. What’s he going to do with us, keep us here for the rest of our lives?”
“That’s a good question…” she said, completely won over by Malcolm’s observation.
The two are interrupted suddenly when Lex turned to see Dr. Alan Grant approaching them. He was dazed; it looked like he had too many drinks in his system. Malcolm wanted to greet him, but it looked like it would be completely awkward at this time.
“Dr. Grant?” Lex asked, already knowing.
Grant’s eyes had skimmed by them as he sat next to Lex, staring at the wall. The mood he was in couldn’t have been defined. It was like he was in a dream-like environment and didn’t realize he was in the real world. Whatever it was, Malcolm knew it had to be from that damned bastard he had been angry with the whole time.
Suddenly, he realized what it could be.
“Dr. Grant… what’s your middle name?” He asked the paleontologist.
“Francis… Dr. Alan Francis Grant.” Grant said, not even hesitating a bit.
Malcolm thought it was odd, frightening, amusing, and humorous all at the same time. A middle name such as that, Grant would have at least thought before presenting it to them.
“What did they give you?” Malcolm asked.
“A shot,” Grant stated.
“Dr. Grant, did they hurt you?” Lex asked, muttering it under her breath, hoping the place wasn’t bugged or anything.
“I can’t remember.” Grant said, rocking in his chair. The good doctor looked like an imbecile.
“Lex, he’s gone,” Malcolm said in assurance but not in relief. “They used some sort of serum on him. Possibly a, uh, truth serum.”
“I thought that was made up.”
“So did I.”
Apparently, these people weren’t what they seemed. They definitely wanted something from them. Malcolm had guesses, but it probably wasn’t going to be known anytime soon, unfortunately. Grant was out of his mind, but since he was very easy to talk to know, Malcolm took the chance.
“What did they ask you, Grant?” He asked expectantly.
“Stuff,” Grant said; Lex wanted to laugh but she knew it was serious.
“What sort of stuff?” Malcolm asked redundantly.
Suddenly, Dodgson and Dr. King came crashing through the doors with another man. They all had yellow bio-hazard suits on, which surrounded their entire bodies, but the older man had a white bio-hazard suit. The man had a sharp syringe in his left hand. He was putting the needle into the top of a small bottle. Malcolm and Lex were terrified. Lex screamed and ran until there was no where else to go into the cafeteria. Malcolm got up and took the seat into his hands, trying to defend himself like a lion tamer.
King grabbed two of the seat’s legs and twisted it to the floor, leaving Malcolm defenseless. Dodgson wrapped his arms around Malcolm from the back, but the mathematician found his legs to be useful when the man came at him with the syringe. He leaped up, sending Dodgson to the floor while he feel on top of the deceitful little man. Malcolm began to kick uncontrollably.
“Lex, get out of here! I’m not kidding! Get the hell out!” He yelled at the top of his lungs.
His mood changed once the needle was inserted into his shoulder. He began to relax, strength leaving his body for who knows how long. Malcolm fell to the floor like a lifeless doll. Sleeping.
“His body will take it in. In a few minutes he’ll reawake refreshed, exuberantly happy, and will be very easy to talk to,” Dodgson said to King, as he approached Lex who was now defending herself behind the kitchen bar with pots and pans.
King came to the right side with a knife while Dodgson took the syringe from one of the bio-hazard guys. Damn it if Dodgson couldn’t see out of that mask one bit. His harsh, heavy breathing was interfering with the plastic screen in front of his face. It was making everything blurry. Lex screamed, and threw a pot top like a Frisbee towards King’s head. King flinched a little to the left, the top hitting and marking the wall. It made him extremely angry that they wouldn’t cooperate with him or Dodgson. Cooperation was the key to solving problems… this was not helping one bit.
Slowly, King kicked an object to the floor, which hit Lex’s shoe. Lex looked down giving King a chance to grab her. He did. She was suddenly restrained inside his arms. She couldn’t move an inch. She tried many times, but she ultimately failed. Dodgson showed up seconds later, ready to plug that long reflecting point into her arm.
Grant watched with dreary eyes as she was shot with Truth serum. But Grant laughed when she fell to the floor. He couldn’t stop. He was going insane. “I don’t know what you want,” he said, laughing again.
“You soon will,” Dodgson said, still with a cool complexion.
THE HUNT IS ON
What the kidnapped victims of this incident didn’t realize was that they were located in a complex designed entirely for security, research, and technology. It would be quite difficult to break out of that place. Why was it designed in such a manner? Well, BioSyn wasn’t too different from InGen. They too, had desires.
Joey Murdock, a complete bad assed, fully ripped, dino-tracker for Dodgson, sat uncomfortably on the edge of a concrete wall, smoking his cigarette only to smash the butt of it on the hard surface. He blew the last puff out of his nostrils, smelled the air. Death was upon his senses. It was everywhere. It was only hours ago that FOX NEWS, and all the other news casts, were reporting the casualties in Costa Rica.
It was beyond Murdock’s responsibility. He did what he could. It was all Dodgson now. The blood was on his hands. Chaos was too much for this company. They will have to head out in two days; all equipment loaded, evidence burned to the ground, and workers out of the area. The dinosaurs will have to be destroyed by someone else… not them.
He gazed at the awe of the sunset. It never changed. Even with all the blood being spilt, the lives being lost, the horror of the creatures… the world still ticked, like nothing was happening. That’s the way Murdock looked at the world too. He knew shit was everywhere. He knew nothing was ever going to go good for anybody, especially not him. Everything, to his eyes, was still fine and dandy as long as he kept his sanity. Looking upon the setting sun, he could put all the worries back into his ass and shit it out. Ah, wouldn’t that feel better.
On the speaker came the voice he dreaded though, “Murdock, 466. Murdock 466.”
It was Dodgson’s number. He wanted him for something, probably to tell him to do the impossible. Bring back those dinosaurs! He would if he could. He was going to lay it straight to the bastard. You know that feeling, the feeling that you can just forget about the consequences in your actions and act upon them. Murdock searched for a job for years, nobody would take him. He was too, as they would say, ‘risky of a pilgrim’. Dodgson felt him top priority. With that kind of record, he would get him cornered. And if something arose that offended him, blackmail would probably keep Murdock at bay. But, he was getting paid. And all that mattered in the long run to him until, of course, everything began to get too complex.
Dodgson was getting into trouble. And when he got in trouble, so did Murdock. Of course, Murdock was the co-pilot who didn’t want to go down with the ship. Money didn’t matter anymore, his life did. He didn’t want trouble. He wanted peace doing what he loved.
Murdock leaped down from the wall, like he’s done many times before, and grabbed up his Marlin Model 336 game rifle and flipped it over his shoulder by a strap. He walked with swift stride to the building next to the wall, which was quite rustic-looking.
Inside the building, he was greeted by Dodgson with open arms. Was he trying to hug him? Well, not exactly. Dodgson just reached over his shoulder and started yapping.
“So, where exactly was the Tyrannosaurus wandering about to?” Dodgson said, knowing all was lost with his plans. He shook with fear… the coward.
“Twenty miles north from here,” Murdock blurted, “and it’s too big to hunt down. I’ve tried. You’ve given me nothing to pin it down. All the darts you gave me are either too flimsy to stick into the skin of this animal or they’re not toxic enough.”
Dodgson backed off, “You’re misunderstanding my position, Murdock. I don’t want the animal alive, I want it dead.”
Murdock was a little shocked to hear it, but a little irritated that he would have to go hunt down the animal yet again. So, did he want him to blow off the head of this thing or what? Dodgson was misunderstanding the enormity of this creature.
“Do you know how big this thing is?” He asked Dodgson.
He leaned forward, “Of course I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I want the thing dead. I want it on the ground, blood pouring out of it ‘dead’. And I want it done now!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Dodgson knew at this point that it was no more mister nice guy for now on. He was going to play dirtier than before. He was going to have to play… dangerously. But he didn’t worry about that, Dodgson could think of himself and not be ashamed.
“It’s… impossible,” Murdock said closing his eyes.
“Make it possible. Certainly, you haven’t forgotten who you work for, have you?”
He said nothing, just took off his hat from his head, almost ignoring the question.
“Have you?” Dodgson asked again with patience.
“No,” and that was it from Murdock.
Dodgson took up the walkie-talkie into his hands. It crackled, “Dr. Dodgson, the boat will be here in thirty-six hours. It will come up the south bank of the river.
“Perfect,” Dodgson said, grinning. “I want all remaining embryos destroyed right now, at this minute. Nothing survives. Everything decimated. If you do it now, you’ll get done in ten minutes. Let’s saddle up the equipment afterwards, shall we?”
“Yes, sir,” the man behind the radio said. Another crackle, “Over and out.”
Dodgson walked out of the room and down a long, dark corridor. His thoughts were running through his mind like a wild fire. What if the boat never made it in time? He was hearing rumors on T.V. that the Costa Rican government was evacuating all residents out of the area. He knew what that meant. Nuclear weapons. The dinosaurs can’t get over the mountains, so their basically pinned in, and so is Dodgson and his team.
He had a plan, though. Get everything destroyed before boat arrival. Keep the kidnapped in their cells. Gather all vehicles and drive to hidden path. Get to the boat, make it up to the mountain by river. Boom. No survivors. No leaked information. Should he destroy everything if it would blow up anyway? Precaution. He couldn’t rely on rumors, but he knew it could be a given. There was still doubt.
8/17/2004 11:17:47 PM
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