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Vision, Creation: Jurassic Park Prologue-Ch. 6
By JPExciter
Note: I reposted this in case anyone didn't read. comments please.
Prologue: When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth
It was a time of no man. Where a different type of beast covered the land. This was the time of the dinosaur.
It was silent; a group of Microceratops slowly munched on some ferns. There were four adults, one male, three females and three babies. The sun was setting; an orange haze filled the air. That’s when the attack came. Three bloodthirsty, smart, and merciless killers leapt out of the brush. These were Velociraptors and the microceratops never had a chance. The first raptor, the Alpha female kicked a female microceratops into a rock. A bloody stain was left. The female never got up again. The other two velociraptors, male, corned the male microceratops. The screams of dinosaurs echoed in the night of the ancient Chinese lands.
In the ancient land of Argentina, the “bull-dog face” dinosaur, Carnotaurus, leans over and takes another bite from a dead juvenile Andesaurus, a four-legged plant eater. When the Carnotaurus lifts its head we see content of a job well-done, strips of flesh hang from its mouth.
Up in Alberta, Canada, a heard of duckbill dinosaurs including Parasaurolophus, Lambeosaurus, and Corythosaurus, were nesting near a large open sea. Babies were waiting hungrily in the nest, juveniles scurrying about, and Adults standing guard or feeding the young.
In another part of ancient China a herd of Shantungosaurs crosses an open plain, the grounding shaking with each step of the giant duckbills; the sun is setting behind them.
In ancient “jolly old England” a Baryonyx carefully stares at the water; not moving for an hour, it is indifferent to time. When, it strikes lighting quick. A fish on its claw it holds it high in the air, the sun glistening off the fish before it shoves it whole in its mouth and marches off.
Whack! Two Pachycephalosaurus’s fell backwards, but were still standing. These dinosaurs the “thick-headed lizards” were ramming heads for a chance to get a female and to become leader. One was the old leader defending his pride, scars shown on its body old age was plaguing it. The other was a young male full of energy and it seemed it was winning. Other Pachycephalosaurus and Stygimoloch watched the battle at a safe distance.
A group of agitated Triceratops’s that were feeding in an open grassy area suddenly formed a circle enclosing a few babies inside. Their bony frills protected them from anything that came near. In the trees beyond them entering the plain was the king himself, Tyrannosaurus rex. There was a family of them, two juveniles, two males, and the lead female. She entered the plain first, but roared in frustration, she couldn’t get the triceratops. She turned to leave when a super bright light entered the sky.
After millions of years the dinosaurs reign ended and led to the evolution of many other creatures including man.
Chapter 1: Proposal
“The future is coming up and we need to make it great.” John Hammond stated. “ I have an idea that I have told you before and I will state it again…”
Donald Gennaro yawned. He heard this all before. It was three in the afternoon in a stuffy boardroom with the blinds closed and he had listened to Hammond say the same thing to Japanese investors, German investors, you name it, Hammond wanted money. It was the fifth week of going to every country that was rich and putting his statement out. When John hired him and Cazandra Ross, he didn’t think he’d be doing this and that it was working.
Donald Gennaro and Cazandra Ross, both lawyers represented an old man with a crazy idea. Bring back extinct animals from the past. It seemed impossible, but after listening to Hammond, it might work.
Right now Hammond was finishing up his speech for the Japanese. “I hope my idea has shed some light to the future and I can expect some contributions from you and your companies.” He picked up some papers and shook some hands and left with Gennaro, Cazandra was waiting outside the door.
“How did it go?” questioned Cazandra. An Unlikely trio walked down the corridor of a giant Japanese building in the middle of Tokyo. On the left was Donald Gennaro; a forty-five year old balding man with a firm looking face and a khaki suit, on the right was Cazandra Ross; a twenty-seven year old just out of college with short brown hair and a questioning look on her face, and finally in the middle was John Hammond; a Seventy year old short man with a bamboo cane and a grin on his face. They entered the elevator and Cazandra spoke up again, “So how did it go?”
“Relax, relax. Everything went well. Stop worrying.” Hammond stated calmly. He put his hand on Cazandra’s shoulder, “ Even Donald here thinks it went well.”
Truthfully it was the best showing so far, thought Gennaro. The Japanese were more patient then most people so Hammond might get money from them.
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One year later after raising almost nine hundred million dollars, Hammond was ready to begin using the money from the Japanese.
It was two-thirty in the afternoon in July of 1984. The fans were blowing but in the Firm of Gennaro and Ross, it was still hot. Gennaro was writing in his office, the sweat dripping off his forehead when he heard a knock at the door. His secretary came in. “Mr. Gennaro, John Hammond is here to see you.”
Donald looked up. He was shorter then he remembered, but he still had that big grin on his face like a child.
“ How are you doing Donald? I have great news for you,” said Hammond as he shook Gennaro’s hand.
“I’m doing fine, but what news for you have for me?” Gennaro asked.
Well first we need Cazandra here.” Hammond stated. Gennaro’s secretary ran out to get Cazandra Ross. She returned with her.
“So what’s going on Mr. Hammond?” questioned Cazandra.
“Fist our company Ingen has just gotten up and running and secondly I’ve got some contacts with some people for some digs and amber mines.” Hammond said happily.
“Who do you have connections with and why didn’t you tell us?” questioned Gennaro angrily.
“Don’t get so mad. I have contacts with Juanito Rostagno at the Mano De Dios amber mine in the Dominican Republic and Alan Grant at a dino dig site in the Badlands in Montana. We need to send funding to get all samples for scientific research.” Hammond said. He went over to a water jug and got a drink. “Don’t worry everything is going to be fine. We have the money, I know whom to hire, and I have some islands in mind. Believe me everything is going as planned, after a few checks are cleared and some details are worked out we can start construction.”
He shook hands with Gennaro and left the office.
Chapter 2: Development
In the following months, everything fell into place. Hammond leased Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna. Hammond already abandoned Jurassic Park San Diego and went completely island base.
John Hammond plus Gennaro and Ross had already hired their construction staff, the Palo Alto staff, and now all they needed was the chief Isla Sorna staff. Isla Nublar had not yet begun construction.
Gennaro, Hammond, and Cazandra walked into an office on the end of a building for a San Francisco wildlife company. When they entered, a tough looking man, wearing a cowboy style hat, was sitting at a desk, writing on some paper, when he looked up. “Yes, and you are?” said the man a semi-strong British accent. His name was Robert Muldoon a forty-three year-old, that was raised in Kenya. He was working in San Francisco for a year on plans for a new game preserve.
“I’m Donald Gennaro representing Mr. John Hammond and this is my colleague Cazandra Ross,” said Gennaro, he stuck his hand out. Muldoon reluctantly shook hands and stood up.
“Oh, hi, I remember. So what did you want did to see me about Mr. Uh….Hammond.” asked Muldoon. He shook hands with Hammond and Cazandra.
“Well Mr. Muldoon, we have a job opening for you at our little preserve in an island in the pacific.” Said Hammond, “You’ll be very well paid.”
“But I have a very good job here and I am very well paid already.” Muldoon said as he walked around to his desk and picked up some papers.
“Oh, but you will very well paid,” insisted Gennaro. He pulled out a piece of papers and showed the figures.
“Interesting, very interesting. If you want me so bad, what are you going to put on your “little island?” questioned Muldoon.
“Trust me Mr. Muldoon, it is not of this age.” Said Hammond.
“I guess you got me. When do I start?” asked Muldoon.
“Here is some documents and legal papers,” Cazandra pulled a few papers out of her briefcase, “ We will need you on the twenty-third. We will send you a driver or something like that. Bring a suitcase with plenty of clothes and other necessities.
“Ok,” Muldoon said.
“Thank you Mr. Muldoon for accepting our offer and believe me you will love what we have on our island.
Muldoon shook hands with everybody and watched them leave. He sat back at his desk and thought, “Strange people.”
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A Chimpanzee threw its crap through the cage, landing right next to Donald Gennaro.
“Shit!” Gennaro said as he jumped out of the way from the monkey crap.
“Exactly,” grinned Cazandra Ross, she laughed at Gennaro. Hammond grinned as well.
“Back to business, where is this man you requested, John?” asked Gennaro still you looking flushed.
“Mr. Gerry Harding is his name best in the field. He should be at the end of the birdcages.” He pointed to a sign to direct them.
They were at the San Diego Zoo, looking for an expert in avian care. Gerry Harding saw Hammond & Co. coming and headed toward them, a twenty-two year-old female grad-student followed behind with long red hair.
“Why hello Dr. Harding, these are my two lawyers Mr. Gennaro and Ms. Ross and who is that behind you?” Hammond asked as they all shook hands.
“That’s my niece, Sarah, say hello,” Dr. Harding said.
“Hello,” Sarah said quickly as she shook hands with Cazandra and Hammond, “Well, sorry for the brief meeting, but I have to finish a report for my class,” With that she ran off toward the predators cage area.
“On to business now, I guess. What brings you here Mr. Hammond?” asked Dr. Harding. He led Hammond & Co. into a small office. It was clean for someone who worked at a zoo. Gerry Harding, about fifty-three, is a specialists on avian care. He went everywhere to consult on zoos, from Japan to India. Now he was talking to a short old man and his two lawyers.
“I have heard of your famous work and knowledge of birds and I need you for my private wildlife park,” Hammond offered.
Gennaro spoke up, “You will be well paid of course.”
“This is what you came to ask me about!” Dr. Harding exclaimed angrily, “I have no interest in that….Unless.”
“Unless what?” Hammond asked warily.
“What kinds of birds are you planning to put in your wildlife park?”
“The kind that hasn’t been seen for over 65 million years,” Hammond said.
Dr. Harding was amazed, “Ok. I’ll take your word for it. Just because I’m tired of what I’m doing right now.” He said, “What do I have to do and where am I going?”
“Here are some legal papers and documents for you and we will pick you up on the twenty-third,” Gennaro handed Dr. Harding some papers.
“Thank you for this opportunity,” He shook hands with Gennaro, Ross, and Hammond and let them out, “What have I gotten myself into,” He shook his head.
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Donald Gennaro, John Hammond, and Cazandra Ross walked up to a rickety old house in a small southwestern town. Gennaro knocked on the door. A thirty-year old man with black hair and a black goatee opened the door.
The man named Thomas Cooper looked at the group. He squinted to let his eyes adjust, “Hello, who are you?” He said bluntly.
“Hello. I’m Mr. Gennaro and I’m representing,” Gennaro was interrupted by Hammond.
“Anyways, my lawyers are Mr. Gennaro and Ms. Ross, and I’m John Hammond. I gave you a call a few weeks ago,” A smiling Hammond stuck out his hand.
Cooper shook hands with Gennaro rough, Hammond normal, and was extra delicate with Cazandra, “Ah yes, and please come in. It’s a bit messy though,” He commented as he let them in.
Cazandra went in expecting clothes all over the floor, but Cooper’s house was spotless. To her it seemed even to have a gleam to it.
Cooper led them into a small office room, the computer glowing. He sat down in a chair behind his desk and gave everybody else a seat. He spoke up, “Now Mr. Hammond why did you contact me?
“Well Mr. Cooper, I have heard of your skills as the best security card around here and I have a job offer for you on my private island in the pacific,” Hammond said gleefully.
“No.” Cooper said.
“But why Mr. Cooper?” asked Hammond.
“Like I have told many people before you, the answer is no. I am happy with my “small town” security job and no money could get me to come,” Insisted Cooper, “Now I’d like to ask you to leave.”
“Ok, but if you change your mind call this number,” Gennaro said as he handed Cooper a little card.
“Don’t waste your time. Call me back in thirteen years. Then maybe,” Cooper said cynically. With that Hammond & Co. left.
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A roller coaster zoomed by; kids screaming and people yelling. John Hammond, Donald Gennaro, and Cazandra Ross walked past rides and food stands to get a construction zone at the other end of the theme park.
Ray Arnold at forty spent the last ten years working for Amusement park companies to help engineer the new more complicated roller coaster rides. Now he was monitoring the building of a new ride for legal reasons. Now he spotted an old short man with another olding looking man, and a young woman approaching him. He stopped what he was doing and walked up to them. “Hello, my I help you?” asked Arnold.
“Hello I’m Donald Gennaro representing Mr. Hammond and this is my colleague Ms. Cazandra Ross,” Gennaro used the same introduction line and stuck out his hand.
“Hello, I’m Ray Arnold chief engineer of this park and what bring you three here?” Arnold shook hands with Hammond & Co.
“We know of your engineering skills and we’d like you to consider a job at my private island in the pacific. Your talent will be well used and you will be well paid,” said Hammond. He let Cazandra pull out a piece of paper that said the amount of money that he will be paid.
Ray Arnold’s jaw dropped, “Shit! What kind of person would pay that much for an engineer,” He thought. “Something is fishy.” He asked another question, “What do you have on your island and what am I going to be designing?”
“Its confidential now, you know all the legal stuff, but I can tell you that it has to do with animals that are not of this age.” Said Hammond; looking confident that he had “a hook, line, and sinker.”
“Probably an animal electronic park with scary creatures and rides; stuff like that.” Thought Arnold. I guess it would be worth it…for now, “I’ll take it, but no funny stuff going on.” Arnold demanded.
“No funny stuff at all.” Cazandra commented. She pulled the same legal documents that they had given everybody else.
Ray Arnold studied the papers for a few seconds, “Ok, when do I start?”
“We will pick you up on the twenty-third. So have some stuff packed.” Cazandra instructed.
“Ok. See you then. Now if you don’t mind I need to get back to work. So you all need to leave.” With that Arnold waved Hammond & Co away.
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Hammond and Cazandra went inside a little tour guide office and saw a young man sitting at desk typing on a computer. It was Ed Regis. At twenty-three years old he had established him self as the best in the business his self-created ads made even poor people try to take a vacation. Now Hammond and Cazandra approached him.
He looked up, “Yes, can I help you?”
“ You consider yourself the best, right,” asked Cazandra.
“Not to brag, but yes. What’s it to you. I mean why?” answered Ed.
“Mr. Hammond and me, Cazandra Ross, have a little proposition for you, that can even help your career even better,” proposed Cazandra.
“What is that and how much will I be paid?” asked Ed.
Cazandra slapped her briefcase on the table. Inside was a piece of paper. Ed picked it up. It read the amount he would be getting. His jaw dropped just like Ray Arnold. “Why?” was all Ed could manage, “ That’s a shit load of money!”
“Because if we want to get Mr. Hammond’s project underway we need the best and you’re the best in your field,” then she said seductively, “Pleeeeeassse!”
“Oh …k, when do I go to do what I’m going to do?” asked Ed, still blushing.
“We will pick you up on the twenty-third. If you have any questions, call me,” said Cazandra as she gave Ed a small business card, “See you then.” She gave Ed Regis a quick kiss and left with Hammond.
“That went well,” Hammond commented.
“We got him,” said Cazandra looking at Hammond proudly, “Now all we need is one more person and then things will get under way.”
“Let me handle the last one Cazandra,” said Hammond.
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Hammond entered Norman Atherton’s lab at Stanford he looked around. It was empty except for one person in the corner staring into a microscope. “Hello Henry,” said Hammond.
Henry Wu looked up, “Why hello Mr. Hammond, what brings you here.” He shook hands with Hammond. Henry was a twenty-eight year-old grad-student from Stanford.
“What are you planning to do after your done here in a month?” asked Hammond.
“Well I plan to go to a University…I guess,” shrugged Henry.
“My god, that’s awful, especially if you want to make any good mark on this world,” Hammond alleged, “You should come with me to make good on your talent.”
“Oh… where is that?” Henry questioned. He moved closer to Hammond; he put away the microscope slide.
“I have leased two islands in the pacific, that will do the extraordinary and impossible, but the scientists that I have right now cannot complete it. Only with your skill can it be done,” Hammond smiled as he stared at Henry, “You will also be well paid and your discoveries are publicized when you are done. So how about it?”
“This is an offer I can’t refuse,” thought Henry, “Yes I will help you Mr. Hammond. When will I start?”
“You will be picked up on the twenty-third, by someone, I let you know who. Plus I have to give you some documents,” Hammond pulled out a folder, “Just some legal stuff my lawyers want you to read and sign. Personally I could care less, but they insist.”
“Thanks Mr. Hammond for this opportunity and I will see you then.” Henry shook hands with Hammond.
Hammond left the lab with a little skip in his step. His dream was coming true.
After that week of getting that those Isla Sorna main staff, Hammond was ready to begin construction. Cazandra commented to him, “Five out six not bad.”
Chapter 3: Dinosauria=”Terrible Lizard”
1985, was the biggest year for construction. Isla Sorna was finished and Isla Nublar would begin next year. Now the workers stayed on the island waiting when the bioengineers and biochemists would finally create the dinosaurs.
It happened in mid –August of 1985. Dr. Henry Wu and fellow scientists Dr. Lizzie McKay and Dr. Curtis Morrison finally broke the problem that was straining them for over a year. Now with over a thousand mosquitoes, they were ready to begin. The first dinosaur that came out was a baby Shantungosaurus, a duck-billed dinosaur, and then a baby Mamenchisaurus, a long-necked sauropod.
In the following months many were born, but many died as well. Some were stillborn, others died of complications and others died cause of bad handling (Somebody dropped one).
Hammond was pleased, but he only went to the island once a month. Muldoon got under way with game warding, with the help of his assistant Nick Nordby. Dr. Gerry Harding and Dr. Samantha Lynn were the first people in the world to take care of dinosaurs and already developed several treatments for new complications, and Ray Arnold helped with the computers since he was finished with any building plans.
Now every thing was going smoothly and it was time to send lawyer, Cazandra Ross, to the island for a peek. Chief Animal Behaviorists, Dr. Frederick Taylor, greeted her at the helicopter-landing site.
“Hello. How are you doing today Ms. Ross?” welcomed Dr. Taylor. He was a man of dark complexion, strong build, and thick Spanish accent.
“I’m doing fine, thank you. Where are we heading from here?” asked Cazandra.
“We are heading north of the worker village to the holding site where we keep all of are dinos. It should take about twenty minutes,” answered Dr. Taylor. Cazandra and he both entered a red Jeep.
It was a bumpy road through the jungle, until they emerged into a field. Where Cazandra spotted a herd of giant long-necked dinos surrounded by a few giant duck-billed dinos, and little ostrich like dinos as well. There were also many other kinds of dinos grazing about on the field. She turned to ask a question for Dr. Taylor, “I thought all the dinosaurs were supposed to be locked in pens?”
“All of the dangerous ones, plus some other ones for further study. The ones in the field include, Mamenchisaurus, Shantungosaurus, Gallimimus, Parasaurolophus, and Hypsilophodon. In addition we have also have set free Brachiosaurus, Corythosaurus, and Triceratops.” Said Dr. Taylor as he pointed some out, “All those all plant eaters though, except for the galli’s, but they’re not dangerous.”
They finally arrived at the holding site. The main building looked like a giant bunker with a tall tower attached to it, with a viewing level on top. Surrounding it was high electrical fences, with guards on the four corners. In side the electrical fences were about a nine, large-sized cages. Around the main compound were smaller sheds and garages, making the site look like an industrial city in the jungle. They entered through a giant tunnel near the front, some equipment and boxes scattered all over in it.
Dr. Taylor and Cazandra Ross got out of the jeep and entered the building; Dr. Gerry Harding and Dr. Samantha Lynn welcomed them at the door.
“Welcome to the dinosaur holding site, we will be having a tour in a few minutes, but for now you can look at our smallest dinosaurs, Compsognathus,” Dr. Harding said. He shook hands with Cazandra Ross and Dr. Taylor. He pointed in the direction of the pen.
The inside of the holding site was large. The ceiling was about ten feet above Cazandra’s head. In the center was a large pen and on the sides of the building were doors leading to the outside pens, a small office in a corner, and a large stairway leading to lower level cages. She walked up to the Compsognathus cage and looked inside. There were about fifteen of them; small green dinosaurs with the shape and size of chickens. A few were eating something another few were jumping in a little pond and some were sleeping. She read the sign in front of the cage commenting, “How interesting,” snickering, “You little dinos should do more.” She shook the cage. Some of the Compy’s jumped up and started squeaking madly.
“Don’t do that!” shouted Dr. Taylor as he ran over to Cazandra, “I mean please don’t disturb the animals.”
Dr. Harding and Dr. Lynn reemerged from the office in the corner.
Dr. Lynn spoke up as the walked over to Cazandra and Dr. Taylor, “Time for the tour!” she exclaimed excitedly. At twenty-seven, she had long black hair and dark skin, and was an award winning, best in class kid, all her life. Now she was taking care of a group of animals that haven’t been seen in sixty-five million years.
Yes, lets start the tour,” said Dr. Harding. He led them through the left door.
Cazandra came forward into the sunlight, which bathed her in a criss-cross pattern from the cage. This cage was large and filled with sand and mud on the ground. There was a large mound and you can hear squeaks and a few baby dinosaurs appeared and a shadow loomed over them; it was an adult.
“This species Maisaura “Good-Mother lizard” is a hadrosauride, that was discovered by John Horner, was known to take care of its young and live in colonies, but the dinosaurs that we created can’t breed; they are all female, those younglings that you see aren’t the adults offspring they just treat them that way,” Dr. Harding explained. He let Cazandra and the others look at this majestic creature feed it’s young. Then signaled the group to move on. They went through a heavy door into the next viewing area.
Cazandra looked at the cage and saw……… nothing. She looked down and there it was a young fierce looking dinosaur, the color brick red, with a bony knob on its nose.
“This is Ceratosaurus, a carnivore, a juvenile right now, but can grow up to twenty-five feet long,” said Dr. Harding; giving details he continued, “As you can see it has a bony nose horn, but probably only for display, though since all the dinos are female this one’s horn won’t grow big.” It stared at the group for a few seconds and promptly pooped all over they cage floor.
“Lets move on. Shall we?” asked Dr. Taylor. He pushed Cazandra and Dr. Lynn to the next door.
Opening up the door. Cazandra saw an instantly recognizable dinosaur, a Stegosaurus. Well there were three of them, one adult and two juveniles.
Dr. Lynn detailed this dino, “Stegosaurus the “Roof Lizard” was the first of its kind has two rows of alternating plates that we now know they had blood vessel in them to help with heating or cooling the body.” The juveniles were playing; swinging their spiked tails at each other. She continued, “Stegosaurus’s tail spikes were used as defense and they could pierce through a tree trunk easily.”
Cazandra and the scientists took a few more minutes staring at the creatures before moving on.
The next room contained another predator. Dr. Lynn started her commentary, “ Suchomimus the “Crocodile Dinosaur” it has a long snout as you can see. It also has a small sail on its back used for cooling or heating itself up. It is now doing this,” she paused for the group to look. A light orange and green color it was standing in the sunlight heating up because it just woke up from nap. It made a small roar, bellowing from its chest. She continued, “This one is only a month old so its not that big, but they can grow to about thirty-six feet in length.”
The Suchomimus walked up to the edge of the bars and sniffed Cazandra, she reached over to touch its nose, when it bellowed again and went into the opposite side of the cage.
“Ok that was, interesting,” shrugged Cazandra. They moved on, on tour.
The next cage housed a small group of dinosaurs known as Psittaacosaurus a small primitive dinosaur related to Triceratops. Dr. Hading introduced them to the group.
Nothing interesting happened so they moved on. Next was Saurornithoides a small carnivore like Velociraptors. There were about six of them. Then they moved on to a dinosaur that was being studied at the moment, Dilophosaurus.
Dr. Tyler Kampe at thirty-seven, studied animals all his life and now he was studying animals that were extinct, until now. At the moment he was viewing a small carnivore called Dilophosaurus. It had two small crests on its head and had long forearms. He was writing notes when the heavy door on the left opened. Dr. Gerry Harding and Dr. Samantha Lynn came in followed by another women.
“Hey Tyler, how is it going?” asked Dr. Lynn excitedly, “Oh sorry for being so rude. Cazandra Ross this is Dr. Tyler Kampe, Dr. Kampe, Ms. Ross.”
“Hello nice to meet you,” greeted Dr. Kampe. He shook hands with Cazandra.
“ So what are you doing?” asked Cazandra.
“ I’m studying this small carnivore right now, its called Dilophosaurus, but I want to go in for a closer look,” He motioned towards two guards. They opened the cage and Tyler entered.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” asked Cazandra.
“It’ll be ok, its just a juvenile, completely harmless,” answered Tyler. He crept up to the Dilo. It hooted and jumped back. It was about four feet tall and a light green color. He called to it, “Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you.”
At that moment the Dilo let out a cry and its skin around its neck poofed up into a fan. It was bright red and yellow. It was making a rattling noise.
“Interesting,” Dr. Kampe said as he set his pen down to right notes. That’s when he heard a splatter. On his hands and notes was a black sticky material and it started to burn, “What the hell is that!” Shouted Dr. Kampe. He stared again at the Dilo and he was hit by something in the face. It burned and he screamed as he hit the ground.
Cazandra watched as the Dilo spit at Dr. Kampe. Dr. Harding was yelling and the two guards ran into the cage. Dr. Lynn was yelling into the walkie-talkie. Then the Dilo hit one of the guards and he went down. Dr. Harding grabbed the guard and the other guard grabbed Dr. Kampe. They go out and closed the cage. Dr. Kampe and the guard were shuddering.
“God, this is awful,” said Cazandra, she shook her head.
Dr. Harding carried Dr. Kampe away and the guard carried the other guard away. Dr. Lynn turned to Cazandra and Dr. Taylor and said, “Well, shall we continue the tour?”
They moved to the next cage. Inside was three dinosaurs covered in Armor and spikes, stood on all fours, and were dark brown in color.
Dr. Lynn started her commenting, but not as cheerfully as before, “Ankylosaurus, the “Armored Dinosaur” is covered in back plates as you can see, and as you can see it has a thick tail club for defense.” The Ankylo’s did nothing interesting except chew on their food.
“I think we should move on,” suggested Cazandra.
“Yes, lets move on,” complied Dr. Taylor.
“Wait, we can’t visit the next cage,” said Dr. Lynn as she pulled Cazandra back.
“Why not?” asked Cazandra a little irritated.
“ Because we show that one last for tour reasons,” answered Dr. Lynn, “But will still have a few more dinosaurs to see underground. So lets move on.”
Dr. Lynn led Cazandra and Dr. Taylor back into the compound and down a long flat stairwell, like for small vehicles.
The group entered into a well-lit basement room. Cazandra saw two cages filled with few plants and sandy bottom. Dr. Lynn turned her to the cage behind her. She saw a small bipedal dinosaur in the cage. It was gray and a slate blue and it had a hump on it’s back.
“This is Metriacanthosaurus, a medium size carnivore of the late Jurassic. Not much is known though; not many specimens were found and this one is only a juvenile,” Dr. Lynn stated. The Metriac stared at the visitors for a few seconds before going about its business and completely ignoring them. She turned around and directed Cazandra and Dr. Taylor to the other cage.
Inside were two dinosaurs with bony skulls and large horns on the top of their heads. They were dark purple and green and were bathing in a small pond in the cage. Dr. Lynn proceeded to comment, “Stygimoloch, late Cretaceous, you can see its bony head was used to ram for territory, but these are females so their skulls aren’t that thick, but surprisingly their head spikes are larger than males.” The two dinosaurs splashed each other and made grunting noses as they got out of the pool. They were communicating to each other and shaking off the water then both started eating some of the ferns in the cage. Dr Lynn went on, “They are full size each at eight and a half feet long and five feet tall.” They looked at the dinosaurs before going deeper into the basement.
The next level was similar to the last one; semi-high roof, light well, but was damp and warm with two cages per level and machinery in one corner.
Cazandra walked up to a cage that was empty except for a small man-made river and some ferns. She noticed a door about twelve feet tall wondering what dino is in this one. Then a bipedal dinosaur emerged. It had a long neck and a long face with two huge sickle shaped claws on its hands. She saw it lunge at the water with frighteningly fast speed and flash it’s claws in the river. It came up with nothing and made a loud growl. Then it stooped around till it fell on the ground and started drinking water.
“As you can see, Baryonyx eats fish with those two long fish hooks on its hands, but since this one is juvenile it hasn’t developed fully fish catching skills and is only eight feet tall and seventeen feet long,” said Dr. Lynn, “It was discovered in England and lived during the early Cretaceous.”
Dr. Lynn pointed it out to Cazandra, but she already saw; commenting, “That’s a cool looking dino; it resembles a crocodile.”
“Yah! We had three, but one gorged another ones eyes out and that one broke the others legs,” remarked Dr. Taylor, “Lets move on.”
The trio went across the room to a long cage where Cazandra saw a small dinosaur sleeping. It was gray, blue, and purple, and had a dome skull like Stygimoloch, except no tall spikes.
“This is Pachycephalosaurus, a herbivore, the base species of Stygimoloch and other dome-skulled dinosaurs,” Dr. Lynn continued, “This one is a juvenile as well, so its only about ten feet long.”
Cazandra watched it sleep before turning to Dr. Taylor asking, “How many more to go?”
“I think two more dinosaurs. Am I right Samantha?” asked Dr. Taylor.
“Yes, that’s correct,” answered Dr. Lynn as she motioned to Dr. Taylor and Cazandra to follow her.
They went down another ramp leading to the final floor. It was especially humid and Cazandra was sweating, but as she got near the cage warm dry air rushed though the bars, “Why does the dino get good air and we get clammy air?”
“Because the dinosaurs in the late Cretaceous were used to dryer air; not as humid as it was in the Jurassic period,” answered Dr. Taylor.
“So what dinosaur is this anyways?” asked Cazandra, turning to Dr. Lynn.
“Carnotaurus sastrei. A medium sized carnivore, with two horns above its eyes and a bull dog face,” answered Dr. Lynn; continuing “Its eyes were set so they can both focus, at least partially, on the same field of vision at the same time, giving it three dimensional sight.”
Right now though the one Carnotaurus in the cage was sleeping in one corner, “Almost peacefully,” thought Cazandra, “But that’s a killing machine so don’t cuddle up too much.” They watched for another minute then headed backed up to the final stop.
When coming back up the trio heard weird shrieks and bellows coming from the Pachycephalosaurus cage. Dr. Lynn raced to the entrance of its cage. Cazandra looked in. Inside the pachy was squirming around, but was still asleep, She remarked, “Looks like it’s having a nightmare.”
“Maybe but we need to stabilize it before it hurts itself,” said Dr. Lynn as she pulled a tranquilizer of a rack next to the cage. She squirted out the air and unlocked the door Dr. Taylor followed close behind, Cazandra looked inward still at the door.
Dr. Lynn and Dr. Taylor crept up closer to the pachy and were ready to inject it when it jumped up suddenly and bellowed.
“Run!” shouted Dr. Taylor. He turned and headed back toward the door, Dr. Lynn following behind. They were running, the pachy on their heels. Dr. Taylor pushed Dr. Lynn through the door and he jumped in the air. Cazandra slammed the door, but was knocked to the floor. Samantha hit the lock and fell back down. They were panting and Dr. Taylor was holding his head, he commented, “That was close, huh?”
“Well yah, you should be more careful though,” said Cazandra as she hit Fred on the shoulder. Looking back at the gate, she was startled and said, “Whoa! Look at the gate.”
In the middle of the gate was a huge dent in it from the pachycephalosaurus. Cazandra laughed and helped pull Dr. Lynn off the floor.
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Dr. Lynn, Dr. Taylor, and Cazandra Ross arrived back at the door that was closed before, and now Dr. Taylor opened it.
Inside, Cazandra saw two giant carnivores of the past. She new what they were, she was looking at two Tyrannosaurus rexes.
“The king of the dinosaurs, Tyrannosaurus rex. Oh crap,” Dr. Taylor paused. In the cage there were three juveniles, but now two of them towered over the third. They were eating it; ripping the flesh off the leg and stomach. He pulled out his walkie-talkie and started talking, “We need a crew in the T-rex pen. One was killed,” He turned back to Dr. Lynn and Cazandra, “We need to get that dead T-rex out of there,” After a few minutes, five workers came to the scene. Dr. Taylor spoke to them, “We need to tranquilize the other two rexes and get out the deceased rex.”
“Si senior.” Said the chief worker. He called to the other workers and said orders in Spanish.
Two workers pulled out tranquilizers and both fired at the rexes. The one on the left roared at the people. Then it laid on the ground; its eyes closed. The one on the right however ran at the fence, but fell to the floor before hitting the fence.
“That was close,” remarked Cazandra. She and Dr. Lynn stepped back from the fence and let the workers start their job. Dr. Taylor and the chief worker entered first. Two others entered as well, while the other three were preparing some equipment. Cazandra called out to Dr. Taylor, “Shouldn’t you have a gun? Just in case?”
“Why? The rexes are unconscious,” called back Dr. Taylor. He looked around the cage. Inside was soft sandy dirt with a small pool in the corner for drinking. The feeding area was behind him, but the dead rex was across from him. One rex was ahead on the left while on was behind on the right. He didn’t notice it, but the one on the left opened its eyes; so did the one on the right.
Cazandra spotted the rexes eyes and shouted, “They’re awake! Get out!”
“What did you say?” asked Dr. Taylor, but he saw what she said and shouted to the workers, “Get out!” He ran, but tripped on the chief worker and they both went down, while the other two workers ran out. The T-rex on the left walked in front of him and the chief worker, as the one on the right circled behind them.
Dr. Lynn frantically shouted at the workers to shoot the rexes and they ran to get the guns, but it was too late.
Dr. Taylor stood up to run, but was knocked down by the first rex and the chief worker was curled up in a ball whispering Spanish prayers. Dr. Taylor was crawling on the floor when something slid under him, “It’s the dinosaurs tail. What the!” Dr. Taylor was thrown fifteen feet against the fence. He landed with a thud and blew out the sand in his mouth thinking, “I’m not dead what’s going on?” but he saw what was going on. Both rexes headed for him and he got up to run, but fell because of a searing pain in his back. He saw the rexes come up, jaws open and hungry.
Samantha watched in horror as one of the rexes grabbed Dr. Taylor by the left arm and throw him in the air. The other rex ran and caught him by the legs in its mouth and she heard aloud snap as Dr. Taylor’s body flew backwards in the rexes mouth. Then it flung him down and started chomping and the other rex followed, “But wait the chief worker he is still alive,” she shouted out to him, “Get up! Run!”
He looked up and jumped up. Running to the gate, the rexes looked up and started heading in his direction. Meanwhile three workers were nowhere to be seen; they had gone to get a heavier weapon. The two other workers on the other hand were shouting to the chief worker and holding the door open. He was gaining speed and it looked like he might of made it, when a tail came into view he couldn’t stop and he slid in the sand. He hit the tail and completely flipped in the air and landed on his chest in the dirt. Out of breath he crawled to the door and was pulled almost all the way through when he gasped in pain. One of the rexes gripped his leg, holding him at the knee. Dr. Lynn and Cazandra ran to help the workers get the chief worker out of the animals grip.
Cazandra grabbed on to the chiefs arm and pulled, the rex bellowing and holding on. She was straining and the chief was still screaming when the other rex came up and hit the door with its head. She watched in horror as the door slammed on the chief worker and she fell backwards still holding on. When she looked up she realized the rexes had the lower half of the man’s body and they had the upper half. She let go of the arm and jumped up.
Dr. Lynn talked in the walkie-talkie again to get a crew down in the area. An hour later Dr. Lynn and Cazandra were standing around waiting for Dr. Harding.
Cazandra managed a grim smile and said, “Except for a few human errors this place isn’t too bad.”
Chapter 4: Problems
Henry Wu sat in front of a computer with Ray Arnold and Newly hired Computer programmer Dennis Nedry.
Nedry was a fat man, late thirties, and always joking around, but he was serious with computers and expert with his craft. Right now all three men were looking at the status of all the dinosaurs on Site B. Something was happening to them.
“Something is very amiss here,” said Henry still staring at the screen. He clicked through a few more screens, the computer glow the only light in the room, “Look at the populations of most of the carnivorous dinosaurs,” he pointed at the numbers to Mr. Arnold and Nedry.
“I see the numbers, but that’s not right, maybe the computers are fucked up or something,” suggested Mr. Arnold. He smacked the monitor lightly.
“It’s not the computers. I have tested these babies and they are 99.9 % error proof,” alleged Nedry, “Your dinos are dying Wu.”
“Not all of the carnivores are dying. Only the Saurornithoides, the Metriacanthosaurus, and the Suchomimus’s are dying, but from what?” questioned Henry openly. “Have Dr. Harding and Dr. Lynn check those cages?” Henry asked Mr. Arnold, “Maybe something inside is effecting them.”
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Samantha Lynn sat in her bunker-housing apartment west of the holding site reading “The Lost World” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when someone knocked at the door. She book marked her page and ran to the door. Dr. Gerry Harding stood outside when she opened the door.
“Wu says some of the cages might need fix’ in, so he called us to check it out,” said Dr. Harding.
“Why did he ask us? We take care of the animals we don’t really control them,” exclaimed Dr. Lynn.
“We are the only ones who are able to operate their environment controls. Ira Thomas can as well, but he is an engineer and doesn’t know shit about how dinosaurs behave so he couldn’t help,” answered Dr. Harding
“That’s really true,” said Dr. Lynn laughingly, “Lets go then. Which species need checking on?
“The Metriac’s, the Sucho’s, and the Saurornithoides’s,” answered Dr. Harding as the strolled past all the bunker-houses to Harding’s red Jeep.
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“We have been looking at it all wrong!” shouted Dr. Curtis Morrison as he pulled away from a microscope at the genetics lab east of the holding site.
Curtis Morrison age twenty-five represented the maximum in nerdness. Wearing large Drew Carry-like and a gleaming white lab-coat, skinny and short, cropped blond hair. He had just discovered something and ran to Dr. Lizzie McKay.
“Ok. What did we fuck up?” asked Dr. McKay as she looked up from a computer screen.
At thirty-five, Lizzie McKay finally had two things going for her. She had an excellent job as a scientist studying creatures that hadn’t existed in over 65 million years and she only talked to a the most, ten people a week. Socially inactive as a child she dislikes being around a lot of people, but was a prodigy in science, math, and music. She had dyed back short straight hair with many piercings and tattoos. She has a scientific Goth look. Walking over to the overly excited Dr. Morrison, he answered her question.
“When we first examined the black material from the Dilophosaurus wetherilli we thought it was some sort of vomit because maybe the creature became overly excited when it hit Dr. Kampe,” explained Dr. Morrison.
“Tyler was always a dumbass. Going into a cage with a carnivorous animal,” commented Dr. McKay,” Anyways, yeah that might explain that weird frill that came up from the creatures neck, but I don’t think vomit is black, unless that’s the way dinosaurs are.”
“By cross checking every known animal vomit and other substances from a creatures mouth I discovered that it isn’t vomit, but a poison or more specifically, a hematotoxin,” explained Dr. Morrison
“So you mean?…..” Dr. McKay said, her voice trailing off.
“Yes. The Dilophosaurs can spit poison,” answered Dr. Morrison, “And we have to tell Dr. Wu and everyone else quickly before anyone else gets hurt.”
“Ok then. Lets get moving,” Dr. McKay said as Dr. Morrison ran out the door.
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“Nothings wrong with the Saurornithoides cage either,” exclaimed Dr. Lynn from behind a wall of control switches and machinery at the bottom level in the basement of the holding site.
“That’s really weird,” commented Dr. Harding as he walked up to the machinery, three workers followed behind.
“I’m pretty sure it is not the dino’s environments that is causing their expiring,” said Dr. Lynn as she walked out from the environment controls
“Something else, but what?” pondered Dr. Harding. He packed up what tools him and Dr. Lynn needed.
“Lets go to Wu and see those reports for ourselves, maybe the numbers hold the key,” Dr. Lynn supposed. She looked around once more around the basement and noticed that the Carnotaurus wasn’t in her viewpoint. She walked over to the cage.
“What are you looking at?” asked Dr. Harding, as he and the tree workers still followed him.
“The Carnotaurus, its gone!” exclaimed Dr. Lynn. She scanned the cage, thinking maybe it’s behind all the foliage.
“What do mean gone?” asked Dr. Harding, “That creature is over ten feet tall, it couldn’t just disappear. He unlocked the cage door, motioning to the three workers, “Jorge, Jose, Pedro. Check out the inside.”
They nodded and went inside. The three explored the forty be forty-foot cage, going through the undergrowth and around the mini pond. Pedro yelled to Dr Harding, “Nothing is here Senior Harding!”
“Come back out then and we will have to figure that out later because there still is that death rate problem that we need to ask more about from Dr. Wu,” explained Dr. Harding.
Heading up the final ramp Dr. Lynn turned to ask a question to the workers, but Pedro was missing. “Where is Pedro?” asked Dr. Lynn looking around.
“I don’t know maybe he forgot some of his equipment Seniorita Lynn,” answered Jorge.
“Don’t worry he is fine by himself down there,” mentioned Jose.
“Still…..” contemplated Dr. Lynn. That missing Carnotaurus still lingered in her mind. She felt it there, but not there. She shook it off and thought more on the problem with the deaths of the other dinos.
In the very bottom of the holding site, blood dripped from invisible jaws.
Chapter 5: Secrets
“What do you mean three species were wiped out!” shouted Hammond.
John Hammond stood up in his apartment, pacing around, as Henry Wu looked onward.
“Well John, we don’t have an exact lockdown on the problem yet. Dr. Harding and Dr. Lynn are working on it,” Dr. Wu stated. He stopped Hammond from pacing, “We have twenty two species on this Island, and losing three is not that big of a deal.”
“That’s what’s wrong with you Henry,” said Hammond calmly, “You don’t care enough for these creatures,” He stood for a moment thinking, “So go now my friend and fix the problem. That’s all I ask before you head off to Nublar.”
“Ok John. I have a hunch, maybe. I’ll have to speak to Gerry,” said Dr. Wu as he headed for the door.
“Remember finding this problem means everything to this park,” said Hammond.
As Henry Wu walked away, he thought of other plans more important than the disease. Plans that Nedry, Dr. McKay, Nordby, and he had kept secret from John Hammond, secret from everyone.
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“I was an idiot!” shouted Dr. Henry Wu to himself as he threw up his arms. He was examining a dead Metriacanthosaurus.
“Well of course, you are,” remarked Ira Thomas as he walked over to Dr. Wu, “Just kidding, ha ha.” He slapped him on the back.
Ira Thomas was the most hated besides Nedry out of the whole Sorna staff. Twenty-two, tall, and Australian, he was a recent grad from a very prestigious school, but didn’t act like it. He always joked around, but in engineering he brought new skills to the table. Now Dr. Harding, Dr. Lynn and he all were examining a dead juvenile Metriacanthosaurus.
“What do you mean Henry?” asked Dr. Lynn as she walked over to his side of the table.
“I mean,” said Dr. Wu as he pushed Ira off him, “I mean that we were looking in the wrong place the whole time.”
“That’s just like you,” joked Ira Thomas.
“Anyways,” said Henry, “I thought environment or weather or another animal were effecting the dinos, but actually it was something that we did, and I’m glad we did find it.” Henry looked back at the creature and looked around in the insides of it examining things. Ignoring Dr. Lynn for a few minutes.
“Tell me for GOD sakes your holding me in suspense!” cried out Dr. Lynn.
“Samantha! Getting a little tense, freakin out on an island!” joked Ira.
WHAM! Dr. Wu punched Ira Thomas in the face. He fell to the floor hitting the table before coming to a heap on the white room floor. “Jesus Christ that guy is a prick,” said Dr. Wu. He turned back to Dr. Lynn, “Anyways, the food that we fed those three dinosaurs is what was killing them.”
“But all we fed those three was Shee…..Oh Shit your right,” said Dr. Lynn realizing her revelation.
“Sheep is the most dangerous thing to feed to regular animals, but I didn’t think it could effect dinosaurs because there really are no carnivorous birds,” explained Dr. Wu. Continuing, “The diseases caused in mammals in man by sheep can range from scrapie to brain disease.”
“Why didn’t you warn this to Hammond?” asked Dr. Lynn.
“I did, but he didn’t care as long as they were well feed and cared for,” answered Dr. Wu, “Luckily we found out now instead of later when all of our carnivorous dinosaurs would be fed with the sheep.”
“I’m going to tell Hammond now,” stated Dr. Lynn, “This smell is getting to me,” she waved the air with her hand.
“Ok, I have some business to take care of,” said Dr. Wu.
With that they both left, one person to warn of danger the other to create danger.
Ira Thomas woke up by himself on the floor with the Metriacanthosaurus.
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“It’s all done Mr. Nordby,” said a worker. Pointing to the newly finished lab south of everything on Site B, something secretly constructed.
“That’s great, you are done for now,” Mr. Nordby replied. He looked at the place with satisfaction. Him and Dr. Wu’s idea; It was a secret from Hammond where they with the help of Scientist Lizzie McKay and computer programmer Dennis Nedry could make dinosaurs for their own enjoyment and study. Hammond didn’t believe in changing dinosaurs. He liked the real thing and disliked extremely frightening ones.
Nick Nordby, at thirty-eight hated his game warding in the African wildlife reserves. He killed more poachers then he did anything else, so when Hammond offered him a job here he took it. Looking at this secret project he felt that this job was completely worth it. All that he needed was the arrival of Dr. Wu and they could get started.
Dr. Henry Wu, Nick Nordby, Dennis Nedry, and Dr. Lizzie McKay then began a secret project that created two new species of dinosaurs and one changed dinosaur. They first created the amazing Spinosaurus and they created new flying reptiles called Pteranodons, they had to build an aviary because of the all creatures’ viciousness. Finally against everything sacred, they tampered with the most dangerous creatures of them all, Velociraptors.
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1986 ended on a high note for construction and dinosaur production. Isla Nublar had begun production, and they had over twenty species of dinosaurs. The disease problem was solved and so was the maintenance for Dilophosaurs. Cazandra Ross decided to stay on Isla Sorna to make some final evaluations. Plus she was fascinated by the place.
Plans for the New Year included staff movement from Sorna to Nublar, Ed Regis’s arrival for a tour, and dinosaur movement, but some incidents on Site B would change things to come, but not Hammonds view of his final dream, his Jurassic Park.
Chapter 6: Hidden
Ed Regis touched down from the Ingen helicopter onto the empty field south of the labs, and prepared to visit Hammond and the dinosaurs. He looked around to the looming jungle, the lush humid tropical smell hanging in the air. One driver waited for him. The Helicopter zoomed off leaving him.
“Mr. Regis sir,” called the driver, “Shall we be off?”
“Yes,” answered Regis, “Where are you taking me first?” He hopped into the jeep and they entered the jungle.
“Mr. Hammond suggested you take a view of the island first by jeep first hand,” answered the driver.
“Oh,” said Ed Regis. He didn’t need some site seeing crap to help him create a great tour package. He was the best.
They continued through the lush jungle for an hour when they came upon a river. It was slow and peaceful; a few dinosaurs roamed along the river. “That, Mr. Regis is an Ankylosaurus,” the driver said pointing to a dinosaur covered in plates with a tail club.
“Oh,” remarked Regis. Personally he could care less about dinosaurs. Only the vicious meat eating ones could spark his interest. They continued the drive passing a herd of long-necked sauropod called Brachiosaurus. He sat looking at the scenery when he saw through the brush a building all by itself with no real road and basically hidden. “What is over there?” asked Regis pointing in the direction of the building.
“Nothing, No real buildings are in this vicinity,” answered the driver.
“Right there. There is a building,” Regis again stated.
“Really?” questioned the driver. He stopped the jeep and looked realizing there was, in fact a hidden building. “Your right. You don’t mind if we investigate?”
“Go right on ahead. I’m as interested as you.” Answered Regis.
With that the jeep went off road to find out what that building was and why it was hidden.
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What is that jeep doing coming in our direction? Thought Nick Nordby. He stood watch from one of the labs watchtowers shotgun in hand for any intruders to his and Dr. Henry Wu’s secret lab. He pulled out a pair of binoculars and put them up to his puzzled eyes. In the jeep he saw the driver and some young looking kid wearing a suit and a baseball hat. He called to Wu from phone near him, “We have some unexpected visitors.”
“What should we do?” asked Dr. Wu in a staticy hollow voice from the phone.
“Let me handle it,” answered Nordby, a small smile on his face. The sound of a gun cock echoed through out the watchtower.
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“Stop,” Yelled Nick Nordby, waving his hands to the jeep as he walked from the lab. The jeep stopped in front of him and the driver got out.
“What is this facility out here for?” asked the driver.
“Confidential,” answered Nordby. He wanted the people in the jeep to leave as soon as possible.
“I am a driver for this island. I have a right to know where and what each facility is,” demanded the driver, “Tell me!”
Ed Regis could feel tension. He didn’t like the look of that guy, especially since he was holding a shotgun.
“No,” answered Nordby. He lifted his shotgun and pointed it at the driver. “Leave.”
“You can’t fucking shoot me here, there are witness’s, so stop fucking around!” exclaimed the driver staring at Nick Nordby angrily.
“I can shoot you, “ said Nordby calmly. The gun clicked. Pointed at the driver “Its an island.” The gun went off nailing the driver in the chest sending him flying. He hit the grill of the jeep with a wham and slumped back onto the earth.
“Oh fuck!” yelled Ed Regis looking frightened,” How could you kill him?” He didn’t wait for an answer and ran. Though he didn’t get far. As he ran he felt the thud of a butt of Nordby’s gun and fell to the ground, blackness enveloped him.
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“What should we do with him,” asked Dr. Lizzie McKay.
Ed Regis woke up on the floor of the hidden building surrounded by Nick Nordby, Dr. Henry Wu and Dr. Lizzie McKay. A shotgun barrel was in his face as he opened his eyes.” Holy shit!” he scrambled on the floor afraid for his life.
“”Relax you pussy,” said Nordby. He lifted Ed Regis to his feet.
‘”Were not going to kill you, Mr. Nordby sometimes gets a little carried away,” said Dr. Wu.
“Fine, Then what the hell is this place?” asked Regis as he found his bearings and looked around. He was inside a large laboratory with giant test tubes that you could put animals in and what looked like dozens of hatcheries. About ten other scientists walked around studying creatures inside some of the tubes and looking at eggs.
“It’s a lab if you haven’t already guessed,” remarked Dr. McKay.
“Don’t you have other labs where you breed the dinosaurs?” questioned Regis still rubbing the back of his head from the clubbing.
“Yes, but Hammond doesn’t want to do what goes on here. What true scientists are supposed to do,” answered Dr. Wu.
“We will show you around since you won’t be leaving soon,” said Nordby.
They all headed toward the sounds of creatures, toward the cages.
Ed Regis walked with the scientists with an uneasy feeling about what he was going to see. They passed by a few vending machines. Recognizing how hungry he was, he stopped and pulled out his wallet.
“Don’t worry about paying if your hungry,” commented Dr. McKay. She walked over to the vending machine and opened it pulling out a few snacks and gave it to Ed Regis, “No chump in his right mind would pay for the vending machines.”
“Thanks,” said Regis. They continued walking down the corridor.
The group arrived at a large steel gate and Nordby opened it. Inside was a few scientists studying dinosaurs in a hallway of cages. “I have to check with Dr. Matthews before we show you anything,” announced Dr. Wu. They continued down the warm humid passageway.
They arrived at a steel cage near the end of the corridor. Inside the cage were a small carnivorous dinosaur and two scientists heading out the steel mesh door. “Dr. Wu!” exclaimed Dr. Matthews. “I have some good news from my recent studies.” The other scientist stood next to him flipping notes. “The Velociraptors are smarter then we thought. They’re much more intelligent then stupid vicious killers. Why this morning…..”
Dr. Matthews was cut off. Ed Regis saw why. The Velociraptor in the cage had slashed his back. And he fell to the ground, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Everybody stepped back.
“What the hell!” screamed Dr. McKay as she backed up. The other scientist turned to run in fear when a creature with a long tail, killer claws on the feet, and bipedal jumped in front of him snarling ready to pounce. He fell to the ground too frightened to move and the Velociraptor stepped over to him and simply opened the other raptors cage by turning the knob and opened the door. They both growled and killed the trembling scientist on the floor.
Nick Nordby getting back his senses, shouted, “Run!” He cocked his shotgun as he ran and fired a shot, hitting the smaller raptor. The bigger one started making strange calls, but Nordby didn’t stay behind to see what would happen.
Ed Regis ran as fast as he could other scientists saw and ran as well. He including the others spilled out into the main laboratory shouting warnings to any scientist in the area. He turned around for only a moment to discover twelve raptors coming from other parts of the laboratory growling, calling and attacking scientists all around him.
Nick Nordby fired more shots nailing two raptors, but was running out of ammo, he ran still dodging hatchery tables and jumping over fallen scientists. He saw the stairs and knew he was almost out of the building, but felt a huge heavy weight hit him and he went down, his shotgun flying. It hit the ground shooting it off hitting a scientist. Darkness was closing in on Nick Nordby. He could only think of those damn dinosaur bastards and how he wished he was back hunting poachers in Africa.
Lizzie McKay saw Nordby go down and continued to run seeing Velociraptors take down people around her. Not realizing it, she turned and entered the cafeteria by herself and stopped. Looking around she saw nothing. “Shit! That was close,” sighing relief. A show loomed behind her. She turned and screamed.
Ed Regis scrambled up the stairs running from the raptors desperately trying to get away. He felt someone hit him and he turned his head and saw a panicked scientist trying to clamber over him. He pushed the scientist and he screamed as he fell back down the stairs. Turning back to the door a raptor was right in front of him. He stood shocked, trembling, and sweat dripped down his forehead. He could feel the raptors hot putrid breath. The raptor rammed him and tumbled down the stairs and was knocked out before that raptor got to him.
Dr. Wu never looked back. He ran to the empty jeep and raced back to the labs far away from his mistake, his best intentions; his secret.
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