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Battle of the Site (chapter 1)
By Guilty Spark
Battle of the Site
Chapter One
A large helicopter landed on a giant yellow ‘H’ outside of a small building on the coast of Costa Rica. The door to the chopper slid open, and out stepped Crow. Crow took a depth breath. He had been called from his vacation in Hawaii to come back to work. He was an agent working for the United States army. He walked into the building.
This building, was actually more of a temporary thing. “Hut” would have been a better name for it. The government had set it up to spy on a millionaire industrialist named JPJunkee. This Junkee man, had most people call him Dr. Junkee, due to the fact that he had a degree not only in business management, but in psychology too. Stupid over achievers. The US government was very suspicious of him.
Crow stepped out of the dim, morning sunlight, and into the hut…er…building. It smelled of seaweed for some strange reason. Crow looked to his left where a man stood up. He seemed to be young, but he was the one in command.
The man outstreached his hand, “Hello, My name is Gen. Guilty Spark. My friends call me Sparky.”
Crow looked at him oddly of a minute, then shook his hand. “Gen. Sparky you say? Nice name.”
Spark blushed a bit, “Oh uh…thanks. I am guessing you are wondering why you are here Mr. Crow.”
Crow nodded his head, “Well, yeah, it had crossed my mind.”
Guilty puffed out his chest, as to look more important, “You are here, to lead a top secret mission to the island of Isla Nubie. Isla Nubie was recently purchased by a Mr. JPJunkee. He is keeping his activities there very secret, and we want to know what he is doing. We have the feeling it is something bad, that will end in people being eaten and/or other bad things.”
Crow glared at him for a moment, “I’ll do it. But do I at least get a team to lead? I am leader type material you see, and I need to be leading someone. Someone who will be doing as I say, because I am leader.”
Guilty smiled, “Yes of course! You get your usual team that you work with.”
Crow sighed, and frowned, and muttered, “Oh great, I get stuck with the stooges again.”
“What was that?”
Crow looked up, “Nothing, nothing, don’t worry about it. Yeah, I can work with them I suppose.”
Guilty’s grin grew even more, “Fantastic! Great! And you also get to work with an old friend of yours.”
Crow looked at him with a furrowed expression, “I ain’t got time to make friends.”
Crow heard a voice behind him, “Liar.”
Crow turned to see another man standing there, Crow instantly smiled, “Toby! TobyCompy! How are you buddy?!”
Guilty looked confused for a moment, “I thought you didn’t have time to make friends.”
Crow looked at him angrily, “Shut up.”
“No.”
Crow turned back to Toby ignoring Guilty Spark, “Toby! So, how has the CIA been treating you lately?”
Toby frowned, “Like dog shit. First they deny me medical benefits, and now they send me here with an idiot General in charge,” He looked over to Guilty, “No offense.”
Guilty smiled, “None taken!”
Crow looked at Toby curiously for a moment, “So why are you here, anyway?”
Toby looked at him very seriously, “Because, this is a very important task. Possibly very dangerous. So they sent me in to make sure nothing goes wrong, and to pick out the best man for the job. I think I got him.”
Crow blushed a bit, “Aw man, come on. I don’t think I am the best, per se.”
Toby looked at him, “Yeah your probably right.”
Crow frowned, “So when do we set off?”
Toby looked out the window, “Soon. Very soon.”
* * *
Dr. JPJunkee walked into a large, dark room, filled with computers. This was the control room. There were a lot of computers considering only about two or three people were really certified to use them. Junkee looked around.
Rick Arnold, the lead technician was smoking a cigarette, leaning back in his chair, watching a monitor on his desk. Rick really hadn’t wanted to work here with dumb animals and even dumber people, but he had been offered generous amounts of money, so he had to accept.
Junkee walked over and snatched the cigarette from Rick’s mouth, “You fool! You know I don’t allow people to smoke in here! How many times do I have to warn you!? I keep telling you ‘If you smoke in the building, I will feed you to the raptors’ but do you listen? No! Why did I even hire you?!”
Rick looked at the man standing over him sourly, “Because, you don’t even know what button to push to turn a computer on.”
Junkee let out a great huff, “Damn things are so complicated. Why can’t everything just be simple, like it used to be?”
FLASHBACK SEQUENCE!
A young JPJunkee of about five years old is running down a dirt street pushing a wheel with a stick. He is laughing, full of hopes and dreams, and giddiness. He looks up to see he is veering off the road, and tries to stop himself, but it is to late. Young Junkee trips over the side of the road and is sent falling and rolling down a hill, passing the wheel he was pushing (which is still rolling).
Young Junkee starts screaming, “Ow, ow, ow, ow, sharp rock, ow, ow, smooth rock, ow, ow, damn, pain, ow, ow.”
Finally young Junkee ends up at the bottom of the hill, stands up, and begins to brush himself off. As he looks up though, the rolling wheel reaches the bottom of the hill, and bounces off a rock, and proceeds to smash Junkee in the face, knocking him down.
END FLASHBACK SEQUENCE
Junkee comes out of the flashback sequence as Rick snaps his fingers in front of his face, “Hmmm. Maybe simpler isn’t always better.”
Rick Arnold nods understandingly, “Never is.”
Junkee now rounds on another technichian of the park. This is DarkDNA, the computer programmer. DarkDNA was laughing. Junkee approached him. Little did anyone know, that DarkDNA was a traitor and was going to try and sell dinosaur DNA for millions of dollars to some obscure rival company.
Junkee stared him down, “Exactly what, is so funny?”
DarkDNA kept laughing, “I dunno, this is just my introduction.”
Junkee considered this for a long moment, “Oh, ok. Well, get back to work! We have to get the lights in the hotel up and running soon. Our guests will be arriving soon you know.”
DarkDNA laughed some more, “Ah, don’t worry about it. I will get it fixed later.”
Junkee stepped closer to Dark, “You know we cannot afford to make mistakes here. We have things here, that are much more dangerous than dinosaurs.” Junkee spoke those last few words very slowly and clearly.
“You need to relax. What could possibly go wrong?” Dark wasn’t going to give in and do his work that easily.
Junkee sighed, and was about to continue hounding Dark when TyrannoRex, and Amber walked in. Tyranno did random jobs around the park, but his main job was as vet of the dinosaurs. Amber was the game warden.
Rick looked to Tyranno, “So? How is the Triceratops?”
Tyranno sighed loudly, “Nothing to severe, just a bad case of the runs.” At this everyone in the room winced a bit.
Amber spoke directly to Junkee, “We have to get everything set, and take precautionary matters. The raptors are acting up again. It makes me nervous. It’s almost as if they know they are on display. They should all be destroyed! Destroyed or sent to Alaska.”
Dark looked at him quizzically, “Alaska? Why Alaska?”
Amber rolled his eyes, “Because, nobody ever goes to Alaska, and nobody lives there.”
“People live in Alaska.”
“No they don’t.”
“Yes they do.”
Amber now squinted his eyes at Dark, “Like who?”
Dark thought for a minute, and when he spoke he stammered, “Um…Eskimos! Ha!”
Amber looked angry and flabbergasted. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Everyone was silent for a long moment.
Rick was the first one to speak up, “What the hell is wrong with him?”
Tyranno sighed, “I beat him in battleship earlier. Poor guy can’t take so much disappointment in one day.”
* * *
A small helicopter began its decent onto a platform the rested near the top of a great mountain. There was a waterfall nearby that lead to a beautiful river. This was nature at its best.
As the helicopter touched down, the side door slide open wide, and out stepped Stealth Raptor. A well dressed man, he carried a briefcase with him. He looked around at the island, and straightened his tie, as Junkee approached him.
Junkee smiled as he walked with his cane’s assistance, “Hello Stealth! May I call you Stealth?”
Stealth looked at him, “No.”
Junkee shook his hand, “Well it is wonderful to have you here Stealth, I am sure that you, AND the investors will be quite impressed.”
Stealth nodded, “We will see Dr. Junkee. We will see.”
Stealth went to go get into a jeep that was next to the platform. Junkee walked to the next person to get off the chopper. He smiled widely.
“Styderman! Good fellow how are you?”
Styderman surveyed his surroundings, “I’m fine thank you.”
Junkee pointed to the jeeps, “If you will?”
Stryderman headed off for the jeeps as Junkee greeted the rest of the people who got off the helicopter. He stepped into the back seat of the second jeep. This was exciting. He hadn’t taken a proper vacation in years, and this was his chance to relax.
Soon the second jeep filled up with people. It was quite cramp actually. Stryderman was sitting next to a man who continued to babble on about how chaos could have killed them on the helicopter, but how chaos is also the reason they didn’t die.
Styderman turned to the man, “Would you please shut up? I had to listen to you the entire time on the helicopter and now you decide to sit next to me, and continue to speak about things that do not matter!”
The man looked stunned. Then opened his mouth, “You see, chaos is what made you yell at me. It was random. You decided to yell at me, when you could have just as easily not yelled at me. THAT is chaos.”
Junkee turned to them from the front passenger seat, “Styderman, may I introduce to you Mr. Camel. Camel is a chaotician. Someone who really doesn’t know why things happen, so they just say it is chaos.”
Stryderman nodded, “Thank you for clearing that up.”
Mr. Camel turned to the man on the other side of him, “Hello.”
The man smiled widely, “G’day!”
Junkee turned even more, “And this is Ben. He hosts a show on the Discovery Channel. You know, he is the guy who does incredibly dangerous and insane things.”
Ben nodded his head, and spoke with an Australian accent “I really hope to be impressed with this park you have made. When you mentioned animals, I knew I had to come. Hopefully there will be plenty of danger. Danger, danger, danger! I love that danger. I remember once when I was but a wee lad, me pop took me to the zoo, and I feel in the penguin exhibit. Whoo hoo, mighty fun it was…”
While Ben spoke about penguins, and getting stitches, and attractive nurses, the car slowed to a stop. Stryderman lifted up his sunglasses and stood up on the back seat of the open top jeep. He couldn’t believe it. Right before his very eyes stood a brachiosaurus. The amazing giant stood up on its hind legs, and reached for some branches of a high tree.
Up in the tree sat a homely looking woman, “Save the trees! Save the trees! Save the…”
She never finished the sentence because the brachiosaurus had just eaten the branch she was sitting on, along with her.
Mr. Camel stared on is disbelief, then spoke, “God creates dinosaur, God destroys dinosaur, God creates man, man recreates dinosaur, dinosaur kills hippy, everything works out for the best.” Satisfied with his reasoning he went back to staring at the brachiosaur.
The brachiosaurus came back down onto all four feet with a tremendous crash that shook the ground. Stryderman, who was standing in the back of the jeep fell out.
In the first car, Dark Hunter, a tourist, turned to Edger, a very rich tourist, “How much you wanna bet we die?”
Edger smiled, and put his pinky to the corner of his mouth, “One-hundred million dollars.”
The woman in the front seat, Yvonne, stared on in disbelief, “How did he do this?”
The driver, Carnotaur, turned to her, “We will show you.”
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Hope you all liked it, respond if you like.
8/22/2003 11:42:17 AM
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