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Jurassic Park, Rebirth - Chapter 2
By JPfan4life
Logo by SpinoMonkey
Jurassic Park, Rebirth
Part 2
Chelsea was in a small dark room, which seemed to be a supply room. She remembered entering a huge office building, but going around the back way. Donovan shoved her into this small room and left her there all night. She was too afraid to sleep, but decided to try and get some rest, to keep her strength up. Suddenly, she heard a noise at the door, like someone was unlocking it, followed by a bright light, and a man entering the door. Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the new brightness that filled the room.
"Get up… lets go," the man demanded. It was Donovan again.
Chelsea did what she was told, and got up. The man grabbed her arm forcefully again, but it hurt, from the bruise that was produced overnight from Donovan's tight grip.
"Where are we going?" she dared to ask.
But the man just glared at her and said nothing. They entered another room, which it was lit up with a few desks and computers. Dr. Harlow was sitting at a desk, typing on a computer. Donovan forced her to sit in a chair next to him, and Harlow turned and looked at her.
"I have a few questions for you Ms. Grant…" Dr. Harlow began.
Chelsea just stared at him. She didn't want to answer any of his questions.
"First of all, when were your parents planning on coming back from their little trip?"
Chelsea didn't say anything, she was afraid so she just looked down at her feet.
"Okay," Harlow said, with frustration, trying to keep his anger under control. "I'll ask again, when are your parents coming back?"
Again, Chelsea sat in silence.
"Look, Chelsea, if you do not cooperate with me, you're going to regret it!" he yelled while grabbing her face forcefully with his hand.
"Tomorrow morning," she said reluctantly while a few tears welled up in her eyes.
Harlow smiled slightly to himself. He was beginning to get what he wanted.
"Was a package delivered to your home sometime yesterday?" he asked while lighting up a cigarette, blowing the smoke right in Chelsea's face. Her fear was diminishing now, but turning into anger.
"No," she simply said.
"Are you sure?" he asked her in doubt.
"Yes I'm sure," she answered while glaring at him.
Harlow leaned back in his chair and smoked his cigarette, thinking to himself. He put his thumb and index finger up the bridge of his nose, like he had a headache, because was beginning to get one; things weren't working out the way they had planned.
"Do you even know what it was John Hammond left them in his will?" he asked her.
"No, the last time I talked to them was last night," she told him.
Harlow picked up the telephone that was sitting on his desk.
"Jack, it's Brent,"
"Yes, Dr. Harlow, what do you need?"
"This isn't working out,"
"What do you mean Brent?" Jack asked angrily.
Harlow looked at Chelsea, and then looked at Donovan who was standing there.
"Get her out of here…" he whispered to Donovan while covering the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand.
Donovan nodded his head and grabbed Chelsea's arm again, leading her out the door.
"The girl doesn't know anything and I don't think that Grant knew what he was in for."
"I'm not paying you a shit load of money to guess and give me your opinions! All I care about is the formula, so just get me the formula, dammit!" Jack yelled into the phone. Before Harlow could respond, he heard a dial tone, Jack had hung up.
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Alan and Ellie arrived home from their trip on Monday morning. They were very tired, physically and emotionally. They weren't too happy about the little "gift" Hammond had left them. Ellie thought the guy was just crazy, but Alan knew better; there had to be some alternative motives involved, he thought to himself. To be honest, he was somewhat scared as to what was in store for them.
Ellie walked into the trailer and just dropped everything. She looked around, and saw the place was a total mess. It seriously looked like a tornado, hurricane, or some unstoppable force of nature had run through their home. Papers were scattered everywhere, furniture was thrown around, and there was no sign of Chelsea. Ellie started to run through the trailer, yelling, "Chelsea! Chelsea!" repeatedly.
Alan was still outside near the car, getting their bags from the trunk, when he heard the yelling. The tone of her voice, made it clear that something wasn't right. He ran into the trailer and stopped dead in his tracks at the site of the mess. His trailer was in shambles and it was clear that someone had broken in. He thought about Chelsea and started running around looking for her, but she definitely was not around.
Alan and Ellie were sitting on the couch in their trailer. Ellie was crying softly leaning on Alan and his arm was around her shoulder. They had called the police and they were now on their way. They tried calling Billy a thousand times, but he was not answering his phone. The fact that they couldn't find Billy, made them extremely nervous, so they called the police. They were certain Chelsea was kidnapped.
"Who could have done this?" Ellie asked Alan with tears falling from her eyes.
"I don't know… we'll find her…" he said reassuringly while kissing the top of her head.
Just then, the phone rang. Alan jumped up and ran over to the phone as fast as he could.
"Hello?" he said anxiously.
"Alan!" the voice said familiarly.
"Billy! What happened? What's going on?" he asked while his voice elevated.
"These two guys took Chelsea, I don't know who they were, but they took her," he said fast.
"Where are you?" Alan asked.
"I'm in Los Angeles."
"What are you doing there?!"
"That's where they took her, I followed them."
"Why didn't you stop them when it first happened?!?!" Grant asked, still yelling.
"Because if they had captured me too, you wouldn't know anything about this!" Billy answered, yelling back.
Grant breathed for a second. His emotions were gaining control, and he wasn't thinking rationally. He was incredibly nervous and taking it out on Billy, but what Billy did was probably a very smart idea.
"Do you know anything about the men or where you are?" Alan asked more calmly.
"I'm in front of an office building, but I have no idea who these men are. I haven't even gotten a good look at them, I've only seen Chelsea… she looks scared, Alan," Billy answered with a tone of desperateness.
"Keep us posted," Alan said and hung up the phone.
"What happened?!” Ellie asked desperately as soon as he hung up the phone.
"Two men took her, and they're in Los Angeles now," he answered with anger in his voice.
"How did Billy find them?"
"Billy followed them when he saw them take her."
Ellie couldn't say anything, she just ran up to Alan and threw her arms around his neck and collapsed into him. Alan held her tight in his arms, trying to console her. He was so angry right now, but he tried to stay calm, for Ellie.
"We're going to get her back, Ellie," he reassured her while holding her tight.
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In a very fancy, high-tech office building in Los Angeles, California, Lewis Dodgeson sat at his desk. He had his chair turned around, facing the six foot glass window that was overlooking the ocean. He turned his chair around, just in time to see his personal secretary, Steve Meadows walking through huge glass doors with the words, "BioSyn" painted on them.
"Mr. Dodgeson, Mr. Hatfield is here to see you," Steve Meadows said clearly in front of him.
"Thank you Steve… I'll be there in a minute," Dodgeson replied, and then Steve left as quickly as he came in.
Lewis Dodgeson walked into a small conference room, where an older man, named Jack Hatfield was waiting for him, already seated. Jack Hatfield was probably in his late fifties, with graying hair and a scrawny build.
"Hello Jack," Dodgeson said to Hatfield in a friendly manner.
"Dodgeson…" he replied coldly. “I thought you told me this was going to work, that you had all the kinks worked out, and everything was going to go according to plan."
"Who says it's not?" Dodgeson responded, in an optimistic tone.
"We have Chelsea Grant; she was there when my men went searching for the formula."
"Really?!" Dodgeson replied, as he sat back in his chair; he was pleasantly surprised.
"Yes, and she doesn't know anything, and we don't believe Grant knew what was going on either…"
Lewis Dodgeson just sat there, smiling to himself.
"Lewis! What is going on here?" Hatfield demanded.
"You say things aren't working out, but I do believe things are going quite nicely!" Dodgeson replied enthusiastically.
"You promised me no bullshit! I'm not in this to do your fucking dirty work Dodgeson! So you tell me what's going on, or I'm gone!" Hatfield yelled as he got up out of his chair and got in Dodgeson's face while pointing his finger at him in a threatening way. Jack Hatfield had a terrible temper and had trouble keeping it under control.
"Relax Jack! Don't worry about a thing… you'll be filled in," Dodgeson reasoned with him, while giving him an eerie smile.
"Dodgeson, if this doesn't work out, we're all going down!" Hatfield responded in a calmer way.
"Everything is going on a good direction Jack. You stumbling across Chelsea Grant, was a stroke of luck! Now, we can get Grant back to that island for sure!" Dodgeson replied optimistically.
"But I thought you told me Hammond informed Grant what was going on!" Hatfield yelled, looking directly into Dodgeson's eyes.
"That is what I told you, huh?" Dodgeson answered, condescending Hatfield.
"Tell me what the hell is going on!" Hatfield demanded; he was really pissed now.
"Just make sure you get to Nublar tomorrow, and make sure the Grant girl is with you, okay?"
Hatfield just glared at Dodgeson coldly. He was so pissed he couldn't even speak.
"You don't have to be a part of this Jack; I can find plenty of other rich men who are willing to do what they're asked without questions…" Dodgeson threatened.
"Fine… I'll be at Nublar tomorrow, with the girl," Hatfield finally responded reluctantly. Jack then got out of his seat and stormed out of the office.
"See you soon Jack!" Dodgeson called after him; he loved pissing him off.
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Chelsea was sitting in the cold, barren room, and Donovan was in there with her this time. Donovan was reading the newspaper, and Chelsea was just sitting there, staring at him. She remembered what she had been told in a psychology class one time; if you were ever in a hostage situation, make eye contact or try to start a conversation, that way, you become a person, not just an object and they're less likely to kill you. So she decided to put her knowledge to work.
"What was the score of the Baseball game?" she asked.
Donovan looked up from his paper for a second, and then glanced back down. After about five brutally long seconds, he finally responded. "Which one?" he said.
"The Padre's game," she answered, hoping to god they had played sometime over the weekend.
Donovan looked through the newspaper until he reached the sports section "They lost… 5-2," he replied.
"Surprise, surprise… they suck," she said, trying to get him talking more.
"You a Padre's fan?" he asked, realizing she was not going to shut up anytime soon, so why not make the best of it.
"Yeah… I don't know why though. They let me down every season," she replied while shaking her head in shame.
Chelsea really wasn't a San Diego Padre's fan, or a big fan of baseball for that matter, but Billy was, and she remembered him telling her that one time. She missed Billy right now, and wanted nothing more than to be out to dinner with him, playing pool. She also really missed her parents, and the thought of possibly not seeing them again killed her, so she tried to refrain from that thought and looked at the bright side of things.
Donovan just looked at her and nodded his head. He didn't really want to converse with her, but he almost felt bad for her. She had no idea what was going on, she was just taken from her home without any explanation and no one knew where she was. "I didn't sign on for this," he thought to himself, but he was being paid an awful lot of money to help Dr. Harlow and Mr. Hatfield.
"What team do you like, Mr. Donovan?" Chelsea asked him.
"I don't watch much baseball, but the Yankees I guess, if I had to choose," he answered quickly.
"Are you from New York?"
"Not New York, but back east…"
"Where?" she persisted.
Donovan was getting too into this conversation he thought, so he got up out of his chair and walked to the door. "New Jersey," he said simply as he walked out of the door and locked it behind him. Chelsea smiled to herself, he was beginning to crack, and hopefully things wouldn't turn out too bad in the end for her.
A few minutes later, Donovan came back into the room, with Harlow.
"Let's go Ms. Grant, we're leaving…" Harlow said while standing in the doorway.
Donovan went into the room and grabbed Chelsea's arm and led her out. Chelsea walked with the two men down up a long flight of stairs, until the reached the very top. They were on the roof of the building where a helicopter was waiting. Donovan helped her into the helicopter and sat her down next to him.
"Where are we going?" she asked nervously.
Dr. Harlow turned around in his seat and looked at her with a cold look
"I do not believe that is any of your business…" he said calmly.
Chelsea glared at him with intense anger and just looked out the window, she was beginning to think her situation was hopeless. She wasn't sure about where they were going, but she had a pretty good guess; Chelsea hoped to god her guess wasn't right.
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Alan and Ellie were still at the dig site and the police had arrived. The police asked questions and investigated the area but there wasn't much they could do at this point so they left, leaving Alan and Ellie at home waiting to hear any news. A few hours later, it had gotten dark out. Alan and Ellie were in their trailer, sitting silently at the kitchen counter and drinking coffee when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Alan said in an anxious voice.
"Dr. Grant?" the voice asked on the other end of the line
"Yes," he answered nervously.
"We have your daughter."
"Who are you?! Why did you take her?!" he demanded.
"Relax Dr. Grant…"
"Relax? You took my daughter and you want me to relax? Who are you?!" he yelled furiously.
"I need you to be at the San Diego docks tomorrow."
"What? Why?"
"Just be there tomorrow at 11:00 pm… oh, and bring the formula Dr. Grant"
"What if I don't?!" he threatened.
"Then I will feed your daughter to a man-eating dinosaur… understand?"
This last comment, made Alan cringe with fear. He was extremely nervous and just wanted his little girl back home with him and Ellie, safe from harm.
"Is she okay?" he asked more calmly and quietly.
"She's fine…. Hold on a minute," the person said on the other end.
It was silent for a few moments then another voice appeared on the other end. "Daddy?" a small, innocent voice said quietly.
"Chelsea? Honey is that you?" Alan asked, so relieved to hear her voice.
Ellie was listening to the whole thing, but when she heard that Chelsea was on the phone she ran over and put her ear up to the phone as well.
"Yeah…it's me," she said with despair in her voice.
"Chelsea, its mom, honey are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine… please get me out of here," she said desperately while she started to cry.
"Chels, we're coming, we're gonna get you back okay?" Alan said quietly into the phone.
"Okay," Chelsea replied.
"I love you, we'll see you soon," Ellie told her, to keep her spirits up.
"I'm coming to get you Chels, I love you," Alan said right after Ellie
"I love you too…" Chelsea said with a more hopeful tone in her voice, and then Harlow grabbed the phone and hung it up.
"Chelsea…. Chelsea?!" Alan yelled wanting to talk to her more, but all he heard was a dial tone. He slammed the phone down back on the hook and collapsed into his chair, with his hands covering his face. He was so overcome with emotions he couldn't hold them in anymore; he began to cry, for the first time in years.
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