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Jurassic Park Dawn of Retribution Stage Two
By JPJunkee+Yvonne
SECOND STAGE
"We each have our own path to tread. That seems such a simple
and obvious thought, but in the world of relationships where so
many people subliminate their own true feelings and desires in
consideration of others, we take far too many steps off that true path.
In the end, though, if we are to truly be happy, we must follow our
hearts and find our way alone, leaving that consideration behind."
-- R.A. Salvatore --
Grant ran into the trailer to get the phone, swearing as he picked it up and got nothing but a dial tone. He was about to attempt the * 69 thing, when his trailer door opened suddenly and quickly. He knew that Leah wasn't around, so at first, he was mad about someone just rushing into his trailer. He turned to yell, and then quickly smiled.
"Ellie!" He said. He was happy to see her, but the look on her face frightened him, "What is it?"
She answered the question by crying and running toward him. He walked toward her and she threw herself at him, crying hysterically.
"What is it? What happened?" She continued to cry and shake in his arms, "Ellie, what is it?"
She finally looked up at him, "M- . . . Mark."
"What happened to Mark?"
"He's dead, Alan. He's dead," she said. The words came out, but she still didn't believe them herself.
Grant was floored, but he tried to stay focused. "What happened, Ellie?"
She began to get a hold of herself, as he continued to hold her. He led her to the small couch in the trailer and sat her down gently. She wiped a few tears away from her face, "I'm not sure what happened. It all happened so fast."
"When did it happen?"
"This morning."
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," Grant said sympathetically, "Where are the kids?"
"It's spring break. They're at my mothers," she answered, and then a worried expression formed on her face, "I've got to call her! She could be in danger!" She yelled, getting up from the couch.
Grant grabbed her arms and tried to stop her. "What kind of danger? What happened to Mark?"
Ellie relaxed some, and then sat back down. "I was talking with Hammond on the phone."
"John Hammond?"
"Yes. He was trying to warn me about some possible threat. That's when it happened," she said.
Grant could see that she was reliving whatever it was that happened, as he was looking at her. He was feeling great anger, toward whomever or whatever had made her so upset.
"Ellie, you need to tell me what happened."
"I was in the kitchen, talking on the phone. Mark," she began, starting to break up again at the very mention of his name, ". . . Mark was outside, cleaning the car. There was a loud noise at the front door, and when I looked, there were three armed men in the living room, coming toward me."
"Oh, my God."
"I instantly ran outside . . . through the back door . . . and they began shooting at me."
Grant was about to ask another question, when the trailer door opened again. Three well-dressed people walked inside, without permission.
"They followed me," Ellie whispered, "Oh, God, Alan. I'm so sorry."
She began to get up from the couch again, but Grant stopped her, urging her to sit down. She did. The men approached Grant, who stood up and turned to face them. If they were really the same people who had attacked Ellie, he figured they would have already killed the two of them.
"What can I do for you?" He asked, as bravely as possible.
"We need you to come with us, Dr. Grant," the man in the middle said. His English was very broken.
"Where?"
The three men began to speak to each other in a different language, as Grant continued to stare at them. It sounded like Spanish. He noticed they had gestured toward Ellie once, or twice. Finally, the middle one answered, "We work for the Costa Rican government. We need to get you . . . and Dr. Degler . . . into protective custody."
Ellie stood up, the quick movement alerting the guy on the right. This was the tallest of the three, and also the most nervous. He produced a gun and pointed it toward her, daring her to move further.
"Now, wait a minute, wait a minute," Grant said calmly, "I don't think guns are necessary, gentlemen."
Ellie slowly raised her hands in the air, as she stood next to Grant. He could see that she was shaking badly again. He reached for her hand, to try and get her to calm down, and that's when he felt the massive pain to the back of his head. He heard one of the men yell in that foreign language. He heard Ellie scream in fear. As if in slow motion, his vision began to blur, and the world went dark suddenly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leah was home early. She thought the meeting with the local newspaper would go much better than it did. She sighed, as she walked into the house. It was very quiet there, with the exception of the phone beeping over and over, indicating there was a message. She walked over to it and hit the proper button, playing the first of two messages.
Dr. Grant. John Hammond. I have an important matter to discuss with you, sir. So, if you could get back to me quickly, that would ease my mind greatly . . . 555-1208.
Leah's interest was peeked, but then the second message began.
Hello, the name is Radner. I'm with the government. It is imperative that I speak to you as soon as possible. Please get in touch.
The man gave his phone number, and she quickly jotted it down on a piece of paper, in case Grant wanted to call him later. Seconds after, she was shocked by the beginning of the third message.
Alan! I'm coming there to see you. Please meet me at the dig site. It's Mark, he was . . . I don't know what else to do, or where to turn.
The distraught female voice sounded very familiar to her. She wracked her brain, trying to figure out where she had heard the voice. Finally, it hit her, "Ellie."
She picked up the phone and dialed the number for the dig site. No one answered, though. She let it ring twenty times, before slamming the phone down and racing out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Alan? Can you hear me? Alan?"
Grant woke up slowly and focused on the face hovering over him.
"Yeah," he said softly, as Ellie came into focus. "What happened?"
"You were hit in the head."
He was lying on the couch in the trailer, and she was holding an ice pack to the back of his head. At first, he thought they were alone, but then one of the well-dressed men came into view, from across the room. He slowly sat up, wincing, as he grabbed the ice pack and set it on the floor.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I am truly sorry for my associate attacking you in that way," the obvious leader said, "But you had raised your arms in a way that made my friend here, think that you were going to attack him."
"He thought I was going to attack a man with a gun?"
The tall and mean looking man stared at Grant, making him worry about his well-being.
"Let's move on, shall we?" The man said, clearing his throat. He glanced over to the tall man, whispered something unrecognizable to Grant, and then turned back toward him and Ellie, "We have information about an escaped mental patient, who is very upset with you, Dr. Grant."
"Me?"
"You, and the other survivors from the encounter with Isla Nublar, a few years ago," the leader stated. Then he looked at Ellie, "According to our resources, that is who attacked you and your husband."
Ellie didn't say anything, she just sat there, a few tears streaming down her cheek. The situation was too great for her to grasp at this point, and it was increasingly numbing her emotions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leah's car pulled into the dig site. She was very suspicious of Ellie wanting to meet up with Grant. She didn't care much for her, and she wasn't about to let her creep back into his life. This so-called "problem" with Mark was really getting under Leah's skin. She needed to find out what was going on. The reporter in her, though, talked her into going about it in a sneaky way. She parked the car far away from his trailer and quietly got out of the car, closing the door carefully. The dig site was pretty much vacant, which was something unusual for this time of day, but she had more important things on her mind right now.
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"So, what are you planning to do with us?" Grant asked. He couldn't help but feel like he was being held captive by these government officials.
He watched as they continued a conversation in their native language again. He was growing tired of not knowing what was going on. Finally, they quit their talking.
"We need to take you to Costa Rica. You'll be safe there."
"Costa Rica?" Ellie asked.
"Yes, ma'am. We need to take you somewhere, where we can protect you from the threat."
"Have you notified our government?" Grant asked. Again, they began to talk in their own language, upsetting him, "Look. I'm not sure what's going on here, but I'm not comfortable with all of this."
He stood up, catching the men off guard. They didn't physically assault him this time, though. They let him walk across the room. A little scared of what they might be planning on doing, he forced himself to pick up the phone. The line was dead. He heard Ellie call his name in an urgent way. As he turned around to inquire about the phone, the biggest man was standing in front of him. He backed away some, and the man walked forward, grabbing the phone out of his hand. He picked up the phone base, yanked the chord from the wall, and tossed the whole thing into the corner.
"Relax, mi amigo, relax," the leader said in a calm voice.
The tall man seemed to understand that, but it didn't look as if he was in the mood to listen. The man simply smiled, and planted his fist into Grant's mid section. The shock of the act, caused Grant to stagger slightly, before falling over and hitting the floor with a heavy thud.
The leader approached Grant, who was trying very hard to get himself up and off the floor. The big man assisted him, by violently grabbing his arm and pulling him up quickly. In the commotion, Grant glanced over and saw that the remaining man had grabbed Ellie, who had already stood up when Grant had been attacked. The leader scolded the tall man in Spanish, and then looked at Grant.
"Dr. Grant. You don't really have a choice in this matter. I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this, but you have forced this upon yourself, sir."
"I'm not going anywhere with you," he said, wrestling with the man who had a death grip on his arm.
"Perhaps my friend here," the leader gestured toward the tall and mean man holding Grant, "could persuade you. Maybe have a little chat with Dr. Degler?"
The tall man let Grant go, pushing him forward, and then took several steps toward Ellie.
"Perhaps you might . . . what do you Americans say? Reconsider?" The leader questioned.
"Okay, okay," Grant said, holding his hands out in a surrendering gesture, "Just . . . just don't hurt her."
The leader said something to the tall man, causing him to stop just before reaching Ellie.
"Good, good. I'm glad you've come to your senses," the leader said, smiling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leah was almost to the back of the trailer, when she heard the front door open. She snuck back around to the side, and observed carefully. She watched a strange man walk out, toward an awaiting luxury car, a late model Lincoln Continental. She hadn't even noticed the car, until just now, and she silently cursed herself for not seeing it before. A few seconds later, Grant and Ellie were walking toward that same Lincoln, holding hands and standing very close to each other. She couldn't see their faces, but she did see that they were holding hands. She was furious, but decided to wait, as she saw two other strangers follow behind them. They all got into the Lincoln and drove off.
She waited a few minutes, and then ran back to her car, that was still hidden from view, and followed them.
* * *
Slamming her hand on the horn of her car again, Leah angrily gestured to a nearby driver to get a move on. She had lost some distance and was having a hard time keeping up with the Lincoln, only able to barely see it now. She had finally made it past the obnoxious man, who had been hell-bent on driving the speed limit, and accelerated, hoping to be able to make the next light. She did and sighed with relief, as she quickly and dangerously changed lanes. Someone beeped at her and she came back to reality, knowing that if she kept driving like a maniac and calling attention to herself, they would discover her tracking them.
She slowed down and took a deep breath, trying to become calm and clear her head. Every time she looked at that Lincoln, she thought of Alan sitting in the back . . . next to Ellie, and it infuriated her. Why would he go off like that? Why would he want to ruin what they were building together?
The traffic began to slow a little bit, and the Lincoln merged into the right lane and put its blinker on. Leah merged, and after causing someone to apply their brakes a little too hard, she made it to the right lane. The exit sign had a picture of an airplane on it. The airport? She slowly maneuvered the car onto the off ramp and kept in pace with the Lincoln, being careful not to be detected.
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Standing impatiently in the small local airport in Montana, Leah was getting more and more agitated with each ring that went unanswered. She was about to scream obscenities at her cell phone, when the person on the other end finally answered.
"Aaron! Where in the hell were you?"
"Hello to you, too, Leah."
Leah didn't respond to that. "Aaron, do you know if that pilot friend of yours is still at the Glasgow airport?"
"Yeah, I think so. Why?"
"I need you to get here as soon as possible. I'll explain it all later, but I need you to call that friend of yours, and see if he can fly me somewhere," she said, as she watched Grant get into a Lear jet with Ellie and some other men.
"Fly you where?"
"I'm not exactly sure yet."
"Leah, what's going on? Are you in trouble?"
"Please, Aaron, just get here as quick as you can, okay?"
"Okay, okay."
Leah closed the cell phone, and watched as the Lear jet taxied toward the runway.
"Where are you going, Alan?" She whispered to herself.
She began to plan out a way to track the jet's destination. It would give her something to do, while waiting for Aaron Madison. She had watched the same men from the dig site escort Grant through the airport, in a very forceful manner. A few times, she thought she may have seen one of the bigger men strike him, but she was too far away to see exactly what was going on. Grant and Ellie were taken to a private area, far away from the public. She concluded that it was planned, since when she tried to follow there were already two guards, of foreign descent, posted next to the only hallway leading to where they were being kept. Her reporter's intuition kicked in and she had finally realized that it looked as though Grant was going somewhere with Ellie, against his will. She swore to herself, for assuming it was for other various reasons. How could she be that shallow, thinking that Grant would run off with Ellie, without saying a word to her? She was certain that he loved her, so how could she think less of him?
* * *
Grant sat in one of the seats of an expensive Lear Jet, staring straight ahead, trying not to move much. The tall man from earlier, was sitting across from him, holding a gun, pointed at him. Ellie was to Grant's right, quietly sobbing, as the jet ascended into the Montana sky. The leader was sitting in the front of the plane, looking on, while the third man from the trailer was seated behind Grant.
"Is he going to point that gun at me for the entire trip?" Grant asked cautiously, looking toward the leader.
The man behind Grant yelled something in Spanish, and hit him in the back of the head, with something unidentifiable. Ellie jumped, as Grant winced and grabbed the back of his head, turning his head toward his attacker. When he turned, the tall man stood up, tucked his gun into the back of his pants, grabbed Grant by the shirt and pulled him back around. Picking him up slightly, he then slammed him back into the seat.
"Probably," was the simple answer from the leader, and then he added, "Perhaps you shouldn't talk again."
Grant sat there, half stunned at what had just happened to him. Still holding the back of his head, he raised his right arm, indicating that he wasn't planning on being a problem. The tall man smiled, and then sat back down across from him, grabbing the gun and pointing at him again.
As he sat there, breathing heavily, Grant glanced at Ellie, who looked like she was about to come apart at the seams. He slowly brought his right arm down and grabbed her hand, getting her to look at him.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered, hoping that a few simple words wouldn't get him assaulted again.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, as he brought her hand to his chest. He let go of his sore head, grasping her hand with his left hand, and then slowly put his free arm around her. She turned slightly, and cried into his chest.
He held onto her, feeling helpless as her body continued to shake uncontrollably. A few moments went by, and he noticed that the tall man stopped aiming his gun toward him. Grant relaxed a little, with Ellie starting to feel stronger, as well. She stopped crying, and moved from him, settling on just holding his hand tightly.
"You see? In time, I knew things would start to get easier," the leader said.
Grant wanted to ask where they were going, but the desire to stay away from pain overpowered his questions. He and Ellie remained quiet, intent on listening to the men talk amongst themselves, every once in a while.
After one conversation, in particular, Grant was certain that he had heard the word "Sorna." His breathing skipped a beat, as he instantly blurted out, "Isla Sorna?"
Sensing movement from behind him, Grant tensed up and blocked the oncoming blow coming from the man behind him. He was able to block the blow to the back of his head, but he had turned toward the man to do so. The man simply stood up and struck him in the front of the head with the handle of a gun.
Grant grunted and immediately pressed a hand against his forehead, trying to stop the blood from trickling down.
Ellie was fed up. She stood up, alarming Grant some.
"This is insane! Stop it already!"
Grant reached for her, coaxed her into sitting back down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she agreed to sit back down.
The leader stared at them, and then a smile came over his face.
"Dr. Grant, since you asked so nicely, you might as well know the truth. Or, at least, the only part of the truth I'm willing to give you."
Grant nodded, still holding his head.
"Our ultimate destination is Isla Sorna, yes."
Grant waited for more, but that was it. He didn't dare ask for more details, since there was enough blood already flowing freely from his body.
"I need a towel," Ellie stated in a very direct manner.
"Why?" The leader asked bluntly.
"For his head. If you didn't feel the need to attack people for asking questions, then I wouldn't need a towel, would I?"
Grant closed his eyes, and then opened them up again, looking at Ellie, "Let's not get the gentlemen angry, okay?" He whispered.
He noticed that the scared and frightened Ellie had been replaced with a more angry and brave one. He had always loved this trait in her, but the timing wasn't exactly appropriate.
She looked at him, nodded that she heard what he said, but then looked back toward the leader, "Towel . . . please."
The leader smiled, reached behind him into the bar, grabbed a few towels, and tossed them to her. She caught them and instantly went to work, caring for Grant. She folded one of the towels, moved his hand away from the wound, and pressed the towel against his forehead.
Grant's hand was covered in blood, so she gave him one of the other towels for that.
"Here, keep pressure on that," she said, gesturing toward his forehead.
He did, not saying a word. It seemed to him that it was all right for the woman to talk, just as long as he was silent.
"Since we're apparently going to our deaths, I want to call my kids," Ellie stated.
The leader laughed, "I don't think that will happen any time soon."
"I need to talk to my children."
Grant grabbed her hand, "Ellie, please don't make them mad."
"I am not making anyone mad. It's a simple request," she said angrily. "If I'm going to die, I want to talk to my children." The leader didn't respond, so she added, "Do you have children?"
"Yes I do."
"Then you must understand that all I want to do is to tell them I love them."
The leader thought it over for a second, and then finally nodded. He handed her the phone from the airplane. She took it, but he didn't let it go right away.
"If you tell anyone where you are . . . or what is going on . . . I will make sure that Dr. Grant won't fare very well."
Grant shrugged uneasily.
Ellie nodded, "I understand."
The leader let the phone go, allowing Ellie to dial her mother's house. Her mother answered, and Grant was very shocked at the way Ellie handled herself.
"Hi, mom. Can I talk to Charlie?"
She acted as if nothing was wrong in the world. Then, as soon as she heard Charlie's voice, she broke down and cried on the spot.
"H- hold on . . . Charlie," she said, crying. She looked toward Grant, "here, honey. Uncle Alan wants to talk to you."
She forced the phone in his hand and put her face in her hands, trying to stop the crying.
Grant held the phone to his ear. He looked at the tall man across from him. He had his gun pointed at him again, so he chose his words cautiously.
"Hey, Charlie. How's it going, buddy?"
Ellie listened to Grant's side of the conversation and felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow and loss, as she thought about little Charlie's father, dead on the side of the road.
"You found a dinosaur bone? Where? The backyard. Well, that's pretty cool."
Ellie felt like she almost had control of her emotions.
"Sure. I'd love to see it. Maybe you can come with your Mom next time," he said, staring down the barrel of the gun aimed at his head.
Ellie took a deep breath, and asked for the phone back, so Grant said a quick good-bye to Charlie and handed the phone to her.
"I just called to tell you I love you, little dude," she said, almost crying again, when he returned the sentiment.
She was about to go on, but the tall man cocked the gun and gestured toward Grant.
"I would have to say that your time is up," the leader said.
"Charlie, tell your sister that I love her, too, okay? I've got to go, honey."
The leader took the phone from Ellie and placed it back down where it went.
"Thank you," Ellie said, through a few stubborn tears that were still coming down her cheek.
* * *
Aaron got out of his Mustang quickly and headed toward the airport entrance. He couldn't help but see a very anxious Leah, waving her hands urgently at him.
"Aaron, hurry up!"
"What is the rush with you, love?"
Aaron was going through a completely annoying phase, where he would talk like an Englishman. Leah wasn't amused by it, not now, not ever.
"Cut that out. I mean it. Did you get a hold of what's his name?"
Aaron shrugged and decided to be serious, since she looked so distraught.
"Tony. Yeah, I did. He should already be here, but I still don't know what is going on with you."
"Alan left in a small jet about an hour ago."
"And?"
"And . . . he didn't tell me anything about it. And . . . it looks like he was forced to go. And . . . Ellie Sattler was with him."
"Oh."
"Exactly. So, where is this Tony guy?"
"Come on. I'll show you. He should be prepping the plane, although he was kind of wondering where the hell we're going."
"We?"
"Yes, we. I wasn't about to let you go, wherever it is you are going, alone."
They quickly made their way through the small airport, with Leah following Aaron out to the tarmac. She stopped, as she saw Aaron approach a jolly guy of about forty years old, dark hair and slightly overweight. Upon first impression, it didn't look like the guy could run a dishwasher, much less a finely tuned airplane, but Leah knew that Aaron trusted the guy, so she kept silent.
"Madison! How the hell are you, man!"
"I'm doing well, Tony. How about you?"
"Well, the money flow has been a little weak, but I figure after I rob a few banks, I'll be back on track."
Aaron laughed, "Don't be including me on your little charades."
Tony wasn't looking at Aaron anymore, though. He was looking past him, toward Leah, "Speaking of charades . . . who is the hot momma over there?"
"Allow me to introduce you," Madison said, as he looked toward Leah. "Leah Owens, meet Tony Campbell."
Tony moved past Aaron and approached Leah, "Ms. Owens . . . it is Ms., isn't it?" Leah nodded in an awkward way, "Well, Ms. Owens, it is very nice to meet you."
"Uh, same here," Leah said, looking away.
"I'm sure the pleasure is all mine," Tony said, laughing, "Because . . .if you don't mind me saying . . . you are one beautiful little lady."
Leah looked back toward him, "Look, I'm not exactly interested in all of these socializations. I need to find out where a certain small jet was heading."
"A lady that gets right to the point."
"It left about an hour ago. I need you to find out where it was going and then I need you to take me there."
"There are a lot of small jets that leave this airport, honey."
Leah handed a piece of paper to Tony, "Well, this particular jet had this particular call number on it . . . darling. So, I would appreciate it if you could find out where it was going. I tried to find out for myself, but the little grumpy guy at the desk didn't want to be reasonable."
"Okay, okay. I'll go find out. I'll be right back," Tony said, giving up on hitting on her.
After he was far enough away, Leah whispered to Aaron, "Nice friends you have."
"You're my friend, too, you know."
"Shut up, Aaron."
Comments are appreciated!
--JPJunkee and Yvonne
6/13/2003 2:51:04 AM
(Updated: 7/9/2003 12:23:54 AM)
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