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Jurassic Park V: Evolution (Parts 1-5)
By Crisco
JURASSIC PARK V: EVOLUTION
Narrator: On a island that time has forgotten…
Isla Sorna is seen through the mist
A parasauralophus emits a mournful cry
Narrator: Nature was left to fend for itself.
Shows over vegetated ruins of a building
A raptor runs over a dam
Narrator: It grew more beautiful…
A triceratops’ horn shines in the sun, different colors appear of it’s forehead
A corythosaur wades in a pond
Narrator: And even more deadly…
A dilophosaur unveils its’ colorful frill and its’ mouth, revealing it’s sharp teeth
A raptor leaps 6 feet in the air ready to pounce, it’s long claw glints in the sunlight
A young Spanish man in military fatigue looks through a binder with various pictures of dinosaurs, “These look like totally different species.”
Ian Malcolm sits at a computer looking intently at the screen and speaking into a headset, “I knew this was going to happen”
A ceratosaur walks into the moonlight, it’s colors slowly change…
Malcolm, “These animals have been in a confined area, lots of predators, not enough prey, many things have happened, natural selection, species extinction, they’re in a different time period, different conditions…”
“Evolution?” An elderly black man in fatigue interrupts.
Malcolm, “To the worst degree.”
A burning shuttle crashes through the treetops
A group of Marines travel waist deep through a swamp
A blonde aims a handgun
In the morning fog a growl is heard
Men walk in to a clearing in the middle of the night, it’s pitch black
A man taps his flashlight and points it directly ahead of him revealing a sleeping spinosaur
The blonde woman is held close with a knife at her throat, a middle-eastern man yells in her ear, “Give me the location”
A gallimimus herd is franticly running from a raptor
A brachiosaur’s head is silhouetted against the full moon
An Asian man is shooting a machine gun; bullet casings flying everywhere
“Something’s wrong, they need help,” Malcolm says.
“They just said they were fine” The elderly black man answers.
“Something’s wrong.” Malcolm replies.
“Oh my God” The blonde says surveying a clearing full of dead and bloodied dinosaurs.
A pteranodon swoops right over a young man in fatigue barely missing his head.
JURASSIC PARK V: EVOLUTION
Fan Fiction Coming Summer 03’
Part 1:
"Can you throw me that wrench Ryan?" Scott West a 30 year-old astronaut asked.
Ryan Singleton lifts the wrench in the air and let go. The absence of gravity allows the wrench to slowly float around until Scott catches it and begins to tighten the bolts that hold his bed to the floor.
Ryan does a mid-air breaststroke to a dry-erase board and puts a red tally next to others.
“47 days Scott, can you believe it?” He said scratching his head.
“Dear Lord, It’s been that long?” Scott asked rhetorically.
“Hey Boys, showers open!” Lisa said zipping up her fleece jacket.
“I hope you shaved, you were starting to look like one of us!” Ryan said playfully.
Scott shook his head as Ryan dodged a pack of freeze-dried almonds.
“How long has it been since we’ve slept?” Ryan asked.
“About 18 hours.” Lisa answered.
Scott “swam” over to the light switches and slowly turned the lights off. Ryan and Lisa fastened themselves with velcro straps to their beds and dozed off to sleep.
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“Rachel Chase here reporting for San Diego’s Channel 13 News. We’ve all been looking forward to the homecoming of our spacemen…and women of NASA’s Orion. The biologists have been hard at work for almost two months researching life in space. They have worms, rabbits, dogs, and even an orangutan! They have been scheduled to come back to our planet Earth,” Rachel was abruptly cut off by the cameraman. “Rachel please look at the camera, you’re eyes need to be focused, take it back a little.” Rachel rolled her eyes.
“They have worms, rabbits, dogs, and even an orangutan! They have been scheduled to come back to our planet Earth in another week. When they come home we will have an exclusive report about their entire trip followed by Scott West’s home video of their flight in space. All that and more next Wednesday on Channel 13’s News at 11! Now stay tuned for the season finale of Survivor: Congo.”
“Perfect Rach” Reynaldo said.
“Yea whatever, I’m kind of worried about them up there.”
“Well they’ll be back in Fresno soon.”
“Yea, I know, Its my story, I’m not an idiot.” The twenty-nine year old, tall, blue-eyed, blonde said.
Rachel Chase had always dreamed of being a reporter and finally got her wish, but her fortune came from her looks, not her talent, at least initially. The company expected her to be dumb and just wanted her to show her pretty face a few times during the news, but as everyone on the station got to know her they bit their tongue and pretty much let her do whatever she wanted. Why? Because she was a bitch. Plain and simple. She was arrogant, snotty and pretty much got whatever she wanted, like this story, Channel 13’s best story since the San Diego Tyrannosaur incident, the flight of the Orion an exclusive report. Originally they assigned the Channel’s veteran Adam Logan to the story but Rachel seduced the producers into getting her spot in the sun. Since the beginning of their report on the Orion Rachel was noticed by everyone in the company as worthy to do real reports, not like the “Christian Music Festival” and “A baby Koala at the San Diego Zoo” as she had reported before. She worked hard to get her story and she was not going to give it up.
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Tomas Escalante pulled the last haul of fish and net back on to his old, run-down fishing boat. All his energy was strained from his body and he sat down and chugged the last of his water. It was 5:30 in the morning and the sky was just beginning to turn red. The moon still shone brightly in the sky and a few stars could still be seen. The water was black and choppy, hiding the millions of creatures that inhabit the Costa-Rican waters. Tomas began looking through the netting and fish for any foreign objects. He found a sea turtle, he knew it would make a good soup at home, but it looked up at him and he knew he couldn’t kill it and tossed it back to the sea. He then found a small blue and yellow octopus and he quickly got his knife out and stabbed it, piercing its head and allowing its white milky fluids to spill on the deck. Tomas walked to the cabin and pulled out a piece of wheat bread and walked to the stern to admire the sun that was slowly taking over the sky. In the distance he saw a shooting star, a fireball shooting across the sky, except it was falling, closer and closer.
“Jesu” Tomas said to himself.
The fireball passed Tomas’ boat and headed northward at a speed of 130 mph. But it really wasn’t a fireball, it was the Orion. Metal scraps flew off the Orion and fell into the ocean below. The ball flew over a small island and then back over the ocean. A larger island was in the distance with a rocky beach and lush jungle. The Orion flew over the beach. It was now only 20 ft above the ground and soon slammed into the earth, creating a dirt crater. It set the surrounding treetops ablaze and parts of the ship were strewn about. In a puddle near the fireball was a huge steel box, which had a few dents and scrapes but was otherwise unharmed. Under the box, in the puddle was a red light, it started to blink.
Part 2:
“Rachel Chase here reporting live for San Diego’s Channel 13. I have bad news.” Rachel paused, pulled on her blouse and strung her hair behind her ear. “The Orion, the NASA biological spacecraft has crashed. No distress signal was sent out and no communication was made by the 4-person crew. Their crash from the stars was unnoticed to all but a local fisherman who reported the news to the police. Investigation will soon be underway to find out what went wrong with the Orion. This is a sad day for the families of the crew. Stay tuned to San Diego’s Channel 13 for updates.”
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“Damn It!” Bruce Ingalls yelled at the television as secretaries and other workers were running behind him. He turned to his assistant.
“How’d this bitch find out before we did?” He asked.
Geneice his assistant shrugged, “She’s in San Diego, why don’t we just ask her?”
“Exactly I want someone to pick her up ASAP and bring her to me, also get Philips on the line I want him here now. Oh, and Geneice, have 3rd floor do some tracking I want to know where it hit.”
Geneice nodded and walked away.
“I can’t believe it.” Bruce muttered to himself.
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Ian Malcolm sat in front of his television and sipped his coffee. He was still in his robe and half-conscious he had a lazy stare.
“Slow morning?” Kelly, his daughter, asked as she handed him a donut.
Ian nodded; he was too lazy to speak.
“Dad don’t make me find you one of those self-help groups. I’m sick of you like this.” Kelly said nudging his shoulder.
“Oh, like it matters that I stay plugged in to the TV. So what if I’m like every other frickin’ American? I’m sick of putting myself out there for people who can't even tell their left from right."
“What about me and Sarah, and the people that are interested and want you to be an active person.”
“Sarah, yea she loves her work more than me.”
“Yea, It’s always been like that Dad, you used to like it that way, because you were the same way.”
“Whatever.” Malcolm said imitating the girl on the screen. Then he smiled, sipped his coffee and chuckled to himself.
Kelly smiled and threw a napkin at him.
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Rachel was in her office with all the channel's staff, all trying to make arrangements to find exactly where the Orion crashed and how to get there quick. Adam, Rachel’s colleague had a map of Central America laid out on the table, he drew a box around a small area.
“Rachel are you sure it’s not in the Ocean?” Adam yelled across the room.
“Positive, Mack told me. Don’t you people ever listen? Jesus Christ.” Rachel said furiously typing on her laptop.
“Well it’s unbelievable then because there are no major islands where the Orion was suppose to have landed. NASA is very lucky it landed on land in the first place.”
“Yea I don’t really care, just find which Goddam island!” Rachel yelled.
“Ok, Ok but its gonna take me a while so be patient.” Adam said sitting down to his laptop.
Then the doors burst open; two men in black suits and two in fatigue walked into the room. One of the suit guys raised his voice, “We need to speak to Ms. Rachel Chase immediately.”
“Calm down boys,” Rachel said pushing her way around her fellow workers whole busily wrote down notes and looked through files.
“Ms. Chase, I am private Watts and this is my partner private Wilkenson. We work for the US Military. We need you to come with us immediately.”
“Why do you need me?” Rachel asked squinting at Watt’s nametag.
“All will be explained later, we need you to come with us now, take anything you need from the room.”
“Alright.” Rachel said. She turned away from the men and shrugged to her peers. And then grasped air and whispered, “Yes”. She took her purse and her emergency bag; it wasn’t used for emergencies but for her if she needed to go somewhere on a report without time, sort of an over-night bag. She picked it up and said to herself, “the first time I’ve used this.” Then she grabbed her cell-phone, a recorder, and a Diet Coke from the fridge. Then she tugged on Gary’s shirt, “Get your shit together.” He grabbed his camera pack and they followed the men into the parking lot.
Part 3:
Bruce Ingalls, US Navy General, paced frantically around his office cursing to himself.
“How the hell could this happen? What are the frickin’ chances of this?!”
Private Watts entered the room with Ms. Chase at his side, he grabbed her arm and she pushed him away. “Gary you’re getting this on film right?” Rachel yelled.
“Of course Rach.” He said, focusing the camera lens closer to Private Wilkenson.
Wilkenson stood to his full height and pushed the camera out of his face. Gary nodded and quickly shut it off.
“Well Mr., What am I here for…exactly?” Rachel asked, slipping her hand into her pocket and turning on her recorder.
“Ms. Chase we are all wondering about how you found out about the Orion’s unscheduled landing before anyone else had.” Bruce said very politely.
“I’ve got connections, besides we already know it’s crashed, as well as all of California, Oh wait It’s 11:00, now the whole world knows!” Rachel said leaning closer to the tall black man.
“Well I cannot deny that you have proved yourself a adequate reporter,” Ingalls admitted. “ But I ask you not to broadcast anymore findings of yours, and let us take care of it.”
“Interesting in how YOU would like to take care of it,” Rachel said tilting her head to the side and straightening her eyebrows. “Why wouldn’t NASA just go and have a look at the wreckage. I don’t understand any need for the government to intervene.”
“Exactly that’s why it’s our business and not yours, and why I have asked you to stay out of it.” Bruce said waving his hand and dismissing her out of his office.
“But you see Mr.…”
“Ingalls.” Bruce answered.
“I’m already INTO it. Quite far into it actually.” Rachel took out her recorder which was still rolling and made a small gesture to Gary’s camera.”
“Please don’t embarrass yourself Ms. Chase. It is all to easy to “confiscate” your belongings.” Wilkenson added.
“Can you “confiscate” me?” She said stepping closer to the man.
Ingalls walked behind his desk and sat down in his leather chair. “What exactly do you want Ms. Chase?”
“A exclusive story about the crash of the Orion including tape of the wreckage.” Rachel bargained.
“Well,” Ingalls paused, “I’m afraid I cannot do that. We are actually sending one of our special task forces to assess the wreckage of the ship.”
“Special forces…, it’s a wreck there’s no more possible dang…”
Bruce starred at the ceiling. Why should he be lectured by someone who doesn’t know the story and has the audacity to be rude about it.
Rachel continued: “What’s on the ship Mr. Ingalls.”
Bruce Ingalls picked up a remote and closed the sliding glass doors. He paused for a moment and gestured to the chairs and Rachel stubbornly shook her head. “ The Orion’s cargo was composed of the usual stuff. That was at least until a few days before take off when we approached them. “
Rachel cut him off: “ I remember, the take off was rescheduled…”
“Yes, anyways we negotiated and NASA allowed our cargo to take a little space-ship ride. Our cargo was, well is, a new explosive called the “Rain Bomb”. The Rain Bomb is one of many bombs we, the government, would like to store in space.”
“So the Orion was a sacrifice? This is horrible!” Chase said slamming on a coffee table.
“Calm down Ms. Chase. The Rain Bomb wasn’t the cause of the Orion’s downfall. There would’ve been a much bigger light show.”
“Ok…so now you’re gonna’ send someone to pick it up?” Rachel asked.
“Not just anyone. I have a special retrieval team already preparing for the trip.”
Rachel cut him off, “ Why just a team? Just go to the island and pick it up.”
Ingalls continued. “Believe me miss, it won’t be that easy.”
Part 4:
Geniece Taylor jumped as her ass was grabbed by a Hispanic soldier in fatigue. She shot him a menacing look.
“That’s enough Ricky.” Jesse Philips said, loosening his collar.
The 6 uniforms of the retrieval team were following Ingall’s secretary to his office. They all knew full well their assignment, after reading the briefings. Most of them were confident. They had read the history of Isla Sorna and were aware of all the known accounts of human “vacations” there.
Dan Camp flipped through the scrapbook containing photos of the dinosaur species, “ That is one huge lizard, “ He said in his southern accent.
“If a little boy can survive on the island alone for a month, then we sure as hell can stay on that island for a year.” Carmen said, nudging Dan.
“And I’m sure that kid didn’t have grenades.” Ricky said laughing to himself.
Jesse motioned for everyone to stay outside as he walked in to Ingall’s office.
“Ahh Private Philips” Ingalls said as he shook hands with Jesse, “ I know I can count on you.”
“You bet you can, this thing is gonna’ be a piece of cake.” Jesse smiled.
“Private, I don’t mean to question your judgment but are you sure those kids can handle this? They look like they just walked out of cop school. Even with the guy I‘m still worried.” Ingalls said pointing at the crew through the glass window.
“I couldn’t get you 5 different people my age who would be able to pull the shit they do. They’re a tightly woven group with excellent skills. I wouldn’t trust a mission to anyone else.” Philips said folding his arms.
“Alright. I trust that you’ve all read the briefing.”
Jesse nodded.
“Well then you should be ready to go, we equipped you with two bikes, and two hummers. That should be sufficient for carrying all of your equipment, and the bomb.”
“Good then. When will we be leaving?”
“5:00, but I have something else to mention to you that…uh wasn’t included in the briefing.”
“Yes…”
“Yes right,” Ingalls motioned to Geniece and seconds later she walked back with Gary and Rachel, whose arms were crossed and face beet red.
“No.” Philips blurted. “I will not take civilians.”
“We can take care of ourselves.” Rachel said straightening her blouse.
“Oh, I’m confident you can.” Philips said sarcastically.
Rachel rolled her eyes.
“And Philips, we’ve been trying to contact survivors and people who know the island to uh, assist you. I’m sure you’ve heard of Dr. Alan Grant.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well we couldn’t reach him anyway, we have come across another prospect that we are in the midst of finding right now.”
“Listen, I don’t need some ancient nut-bag scientist to hold my hand.” Philips said glaring at Ingalls.
Ian Malcolm droved along the twisty road one his way home from the local bar. He had the top down in his red corvette and he was listening to oldies. His gray hairs glinted in the moon light. He was singing loudly to himself as he road in between the two lanes. There were absolutely no cars on the road. As he turned a corner an SUV almost hit him head on. Malcolm swerved back into his lane and ignored the driver who flipped him off. He started to chuckle to himself . The laughing grew louder as he gunned the engine, when all of a sudden two cop cars appeared in his rear-view mirror, he slowed down. Malcolm strapped his seatbelt and took a swig of bottled water. Then the policeman turned his siren on.
“Damn it.” Malcolm cussed. He slowed down, and pulled over. As he drove into the embankment another two cop cars came up ahead of him and stopped simultaneously.
“What the hell?” Malcolm said, unbuckling and turning around.
The officer approached him as sat forward again.
“ I know I was speeding and I may have had a liiiiiitle to drink but I am perfectly fine. Would you let an old man off just this once?” Malcolm said in one breath.
“Sir I need you to step out of the car.” The officer replied.
Malcolm got out and stepped towards the man.
“ I need you to follow me to the first car.”
“May I ask why?” Malcolm said cemented in place.
“You are needed by the government of the United States of America.”
“Oh, ok.” Malcolm said still “under the influence”. He followed the man into the car trying to walk as straight as possible.
Ricky, Carmen, Dan, and Mark sat playing poker outside the office. Jesse Phillips had been inside with Ingalls. Every few minutes you could hear someone raising their voice.
“Ben, want me to deal you in next hand?” Dan asked.
Ben Hume looked at his partners and shook his head. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it.
“Excuse me sir, “ Geniece said, “No Smoking.” He looked at her and kept puffing smoke.
“Ben, What the hell, take that crap outside!” Carmen said fiercely.
“I can’t believe that shit.” she said to the guys at the table.
He flipped Carmen off as he made his way to the elevator.
Mark Reilly sat next to Ricky planning his next move. Mark was second in command after Philips. He had always been his favorite and the guys, and Carmen, always teased him for it. He had earned the spot however and managed to keep it all this time within the team.
“Why’d they pick us anyway?“ Ricky said aloud.
“Cause we’re the best they’ve got, and because we’re so young. I think it’s really because most of us don’t have families.“
Mark kept silent, he was feeling uneasy about the mission but he didn’t want to discourage the group. He knew the real reason, he knew it was because of him. He held his head as the memories flashed into his mind.
Mark was on the ship, the ship that carried the Tyrannosaur to San Diego. He and a few men had been hired by InGen and given plans they were told to keep secret. They were getting paid real good for the job, so they complied. A few people had ridden to the island with them, but took the helicopter home, so it was just them and the cargo on the ship. The ship was on the river, surrounded by jungle. The stars and moon were bright in the night sky. The black jungle was mysterious and fearsome. Mark had been warned about the creatures that thrive there, he had heard the stories from the men at the marina. The workers where finishing hauling the crates onto the ship. He had been driving the motorcycles back onto the ship from the trail. He had yet to see an animal, and he was glad for it. The wind had been whipping the brush back and forth but this time it was different. He looked to the left to see the bushes moving, to the right, to the left. All the bushed seemed to be hiding something. He heard a high pitched hoot in the distance and cocked his rifle. A man was in a caterpillar moving crates back on to the ship when the attack started. A raptor leaped into the air, its claw glinted in the light of the moon. The man working the machine screamed and back away, bumping a lever, knocking a stack of crates to the floor. Mark screamed as the heavy crates fell around him, one pinning his legs to the ground, another barely missing his head. He heard the other men screaming around him. He tried to push the box off of him, but it was no use. It had all happened so quickly. He looked around to see what was going on, but only had a view of the captain's office, which was surrounded by bullet-proof glass. The man in it was scared out of his mind, he closed the door and started the engine. Mark was thankful for that. Blood-curdling screams were heard all around him, and Mark was helpless. His co-workers were running for their lives and he could not help them. A single raptor walked into view. It's lime green eyes looking at the moon, sniffing the air. It's leathery skin splotched with orange, and back side tapered with black stripes, its tail lifted. The raptor followed the scent to the window, where the driver stood panicked. It jumped at the glass window, attempting to reach the man, but the raptor had barely scratched the window. The boat was moving at a slow but steady pace along the river. Mark only hoped they would reach the ocean soon, and get away from Isla Sorna. The raptor shook off the fall and sent an eerie hoot into the night air. Mark listened pleasantly intrigued, but that soon wore off as two other raptors joined the lone one. The tallest raptor started sniffing the ground, it circled the captains office and came to the door, the man inside watched in horror. He grabbed a chair and jammed the door shut. Mark watched in awe as the raptor's claw cradled the door handle, and the wrists pulled the claws back, the door handle shook but the door wouldn't budge. the raptor backed up and rammed into the door, the chair flew out from under the doorknob. The man quickly ran to the door and fought against the raptors to keep it closed. He heard their hissing and grunting, slobber fell at the foot of the door. Mark was restless, he tried to get out but he was trapped, his legs seared with pain at every attempt. The man was losing the battle as he grew tired, he could now see the end of the jungle and the beginning of the ocean in front of him and gained a renewed strength. He kicked a lever and the boat sped up, he held his own against the raptors who head butted the door of the cabin. He was in the open harbor now and steered the ship in the right direction. Mark heard sniffing around him, and saw a tongue lick between two boxes. He held him arms tightly and tried not to make a noise. Then suddenly he heard yelling, A man ran out from the basement, covered in blood and without an arm. Instantly a roar erupted from the basement. The tyrannosaur pushed open the cargo doors and hurled the man against the boxes. The raptors hissed at the tyrant king who bellowed at them and stepped forward. The raptors realized they were outnumbered and saw the ocean getting closer and retreated. The tyrannosaur snapped his jaws as the last raptor jumped into the sea and swam towards the beach. The cabin's lights were on, and the man was frantically punching buttons, and steering the ship. The T. Rex approached the cabin window and smashed his head through. The man screamed and locked the gas pedal into position. He scrambled behind the control board and looked for a weapon, but before he could look back the T. Rex had a hold of him. Mark looked away as he heard one last scream. The Rex held the body in his mouth and retreated to the cargo hold. Mark heard something like a wet mop drag across the floor and through a box saw the man without the arm kicking towards a control panel. The man's intestines were dragging behind his stomach but he kept pushing on. He grabbed the joy stick and pressed the red button on the top, closing the door to the cargo hold. His wheezing was nauseating and Mark knew the man was soon going to die. Mark closed his eyes and tried to hide from the man, tried to hide from the gore, tried to hide from his own searing pain in his legs, he felt he couldn't bear it any longer. He entire body began to feel numb and Mark blacked out.
The scene unfolds like he is still there every time he thinks about it. It remains fresh in his mind all these years. This is why they chose his team, it was him and he knew it. What saved his life is now the reason his life is threatened. He couldn’t help but doubt himself constantly. How prepared was he to help his team on this particular mission? What sort of real experience had he had with these monsters. None. Mark wiped his forehead and rubbed his eyes.
“Mark you don’t look so hot.” Dan said.
“I just need some water.”
Mark got up from the table and made for the bathroom. His hands were in his face when he left the table and he accidentally bumped into an unusually tall, lanky man wearing a leather suit.
Part 5:
“No” Malcolm said, now coming off his hangover, legs crossed and hands folded on his lap.
“Dr. Malcolm, your country needs your assistance. We need you to be there with these guys, they have no experience.” Ingalls pleaded.
“Absolutely No Way.” Malcolm said. “In fact I’m not all too sure I want to let ANY OF YOU go to that island.”
“And what gives you that authority?” Phillips blurted out.
“Experience.” Malcolm answered calmly.
“Dr. Malcolm, I know you’ve had terrible experiences on both Isla Sorna and Isla Nublar, but this is not a similar situation. I have a armed task force that will be doing all the dirty work.”
“They will not change anything.” Malcolm said defiantly.
“There is a bomb on the island. It’s dormant as of right now, but we need to get it quickly.”
“Great, a bomb.” Malcolm said. “That’s EXACTLY what you’ve ALWAYS needed. Say, instead of sending MORE people to their deaths on that island why not blow it up, you’ve already got the equipment.”
“Dr. Malcolm, that’s not our decision. We’re not going to haggle with you so take it or leave it. Remember, we need your help, we have a limited amount of knowledge about this island that doesn’t compare to yours‘.”
Malcolm raised his hand hoping that Ingalls would stop.
“Here’s what I’ll do. I’m sure you have all high tech top of the line stuff. Umm., say I “stay here” (he motioned with his hands) and they go there, and somehow I can uhh, periodically connect with them along their trip.”
“That’s gonna’ be more equipment…” Ingalls said.
“It sounds perfect to me,” Philips said, arms crossed. “ The equipments expendable, this guy (he pointed to Malcolm) is too much of a risk while he’s with us.”
“Call me what you want but I’m staying put.” Malcolm said, contently.
“Fine, you’ll stay here, with me, and we’ll connect via satellite say, every 6 hours during the trip.”
“Sounds good. Is the equipment ready?” Philips asked.
“Should be, everything’s down at the marina. Are you’re men ready?” Ingalls inquired.
Philips nodded. “And what about the girl?”
“Ms. Chase will be accompanying you, she shouldn’t be too much of a problem, she’s been reading up on the history of Isla Sorna, accounts of survivors etc. We’ve done our best in trying to prepare her and her cameraman.”
Philips rolled his eyes. “You owe me one Bruce.”
Ingalls waved his hand in the air, “Believe me, I’m well aware of that.”
Geniece walked into the office and caught Bruce’s attention.
“Kate Banks from NASA just called.”
Phillips interrupted, “I better get going”
“Yes,” Bruce answered. “I’ll have the techies notified about the new equipment. Everyone please leave my office.”
“Geniece?”
“Yes, Ms. Banks will be coming later this evening. She has been notified about the Orion and wants to meet with you, she wants to be involved in the recovery.”
“Thank God we’re leaving so soon then, by the time she gets here they’ll be on the island. Is that all?”
“Yes Mr. Ingalls.”
“Good, Geniece, take a break I’m going to need you back at 7:00 and I doubt you’ll be going home very soon after that.”
“Ok sir.” Geniece said as she left the room.
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Dan Camp’s jaw hung far below his face as he entered the garage. The armored hummers glistened under the florescent light. They were like nothing he had ever seen. Both’s windows were as black as could be. Even the front window had a tint. The silver steel covered all possible parts of the enormous SUV. Both SUVs were equipped with a motorbike attached to the rear. The bikes were almost as amazing as the hummers. Carmen rubbed her hand across the bike.
Ricky looked at her, “I bet those things are heavy shit.”
Carmen picked the bike of the rack, “Not at all actually.”
A young white man probably in his 20’s walked up to the group with two huge, heavy binders. Mark smiled as the skinny man struggled with the binders. He eventually opened the car door and dropped them in.
“These are the manuals. It is crucial that you read them so that you will know how to take care of the vehicles. You’d be surprised how much money was put into these things. After all we had to work around the clock for the past 48 hours to get these things modified in time. We are currently getting your satellite equipment General Ingalls requested earlier. I suggest you all sit tight and read the manuals.” The skinny man walked away and looked at Rachel as he passed. She glared at him as he eyed her.
“Time to read the manual” Carmen said aloud, lifting the binder.
Mark smiled and picked up the second, they walked over to the trash can and dropped them in.
Jesse sat in the driver’s seat of the second Hummer which had a camouflage netting packed on top of the car.
“Everyone get used to these, we’ll be living out of them for the next few days.”
Dan had popped up the hood of the second hummer and checked out the engine. Ricky was straddling the motorbike, gripping the handlebars.
Rachel and her cameraman were sitting by themselves in a corner of the room.
“Gary, do you feel kind of weird doing this? I mean it’s really intimidating, all these measures they’re taking to keep us safe.” Rachel said still staring at the vehicles.
“A little Rach. But you’ve got to get over that. We have gotten THE opportunity of a lifetime. No one, I mean no one has gotten a free pass to Isla Sorna. Every reporter in the country would die for this chance.”
“Yea I know. In a week I’ll be working at CNN. I’ll have my OWN show. No more “New Dress Code for the county’s schools” or “ Motorboat pollution destroying bay area air”. I’m sick of stupid reports.
“Yep.” said the thirty year old white man as he scratched his beard and peered through his lens.
“I know it’s stupid but I’m hoping that their camera is still in tact. I mean, what excellent footage it would be to have the crash from inside the ship.”
Gary laughed at Rachel, “There’s no way that any camera would survive a crash on that island. And even if it did, it’s not like we could just replace the batteries and watch. I mean it’s definitely been rained on, burnt, and probably trampled.”
Rachel felt stupid and laughed at herself. Gary got up and turned to her. “I’m going to get some snacks, you want anything?”
“No thanks, I’m fine.”
Rachel yawned and got up herself, walking towards the office. To her right was a door with shady sign that showed a person in a dress. Rachel cracked the door open and peered in. A fly buzzed past her ear and the stench alone made her cringe and shut the door. She walked back to the first hummer and sat in the passenger seat, putting on makeup as she watched herself in the rear-view mirror.
“Hey” Mark said, sitting in the driver’s seat.
Rachel jumped but was relieved to see him. “Hi” she spitted out.
“I hope you’re not worried, I think we’ve got everything under control.”
“Let’s hope so, I hope you all aren’t fooling around as much once we get there, I don’t want some.. Uh ceratotasaurus to catch us off guard.” Rachel said coldly, applying her lipstick.
“I think It’ll be smooth sailing.” Mark lied. He looked at Rachel who was watching herself in the mirror. She may be a bitch, but she sure was hot he thought to himself.
Rachel looked at Mark who was staring at her, she eyed him with a look of disgust.
“Sorry” Mark said as he exited the car, slamming the door behind him.
Rachel looked back into the mirror at herself, fixing her hair, and smiled.
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