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Return To Jurassic Park
By Mega T.rex 14
Chapter 1- The Greeting
Fort Peck Lake, Montana
Grant wiped the sweat off his face as he continued carefully brushing the debris off of their newest discovery. The Tyrannosaurus rex. It was fairly large, and they’ve been working on it for a couple months. He was now working on part of the neck, hopefully leading up to a complete skull. The vertebrae were damaged, possibly the result of a fight with another large dinosaur. Grant put his brush down, and told Billy to keep working. As Grant was walking, the dust was spraying into his eyes as the wind flew through the air. He wiped his face off and continued walking. Grant made it to the nearest water fountain, and started wiping down his face. Then he heard a familiar voice, “So you finally found the Spinosaurus. Does it bring back bad memories of the time you were on Sonora with the Kirbys?” Grant smiled as he lifted up his head to find Ellie Sattler, his long time friend.
“What brings you here? Why aren’t you home taking care of that kid of yours?” Grant said with a frown.
“Well I guess it was that I missed you. Plus, how could I miss the opportunity to help you with the Spino. It’s not everyday that you find one of those,” said Ellie
“I guess your right,” said Alan as he finished wiping off his face, and gave Ellie a big hug. They then started walking together down the path by the dig site. Alan and Ellie started catching up with the past couple years as they walked down the dirt road. “So how’s your life with Mark been doing lately?” asked Alan. “Oh it’s been alright, we’ve had a couple fights, but nothing too serious.” Said Ellie nervously as she tried to hide the frown on her face. “What kind of fights are we talking about?” asked Alan suspiciously. “Oh it’s nothing serious.” She said. They just smiled at each other for a few minutes, and started walking again.
Miami Beach, Florida
Ian lay back in his chair, as he watched the sunset rise in the early morning sky. It was Ian’s vacation that he was given after a half a year of work. It’s the way his business works. Every half a year, they run a drawing and whoever wins gets a prepaid trip to the location of their choice. This year Ian Malcom was chosen from his lucky number of ‘224282’. So of course, Ian always wanted to travel to Miami. So that’s how he ended up there.
Ian got up from his chair, and went inside to watch some TV. He went into the kitchen, and pulled out some popcorn. Placed it into the microwave, and waited for it to finish popping. All of a sudden, Ian got a phone call.
“Hello, Ian Malcom speaking. Who is this?”
“Hello Mr. Malcom, I’m sure you remember me. John Hammond.”
“Ah yes Mr. Hammond, what do you have in store for me this time. Another adventure to one of your Dino infested Islands?” asked Ian in a sarcastic way.
“I’m afraid we can not speak about such a matter over a public line. We must meet in private, please join me and Mr. Grant at the Mighty Hotel in Palm Springs California a week from today.”
“So Grants involved in this too. I really hope you’re not planning on…”
“Good bye Mr. Malcom, I’ll be speaking with you shortly.” Interrupted Hammond.
Malcom gave a little smile as he put the phone back on the hook. “What’s he up to this time?” Then he took his popcorn, and sat down to eat it.
Fort Peck Lake, Montana
Once they got to the main tent, with all the technical equipment, which Alan really didn’t think they needed, they received a phone call. The scientist gave it to Alan.
“Hello, this is Alan.”
“Hi Mr. Grant, this is John. John Hammond.”
“Well what an unexpected surprise. Well at least you didn’t fly in here like usual,” said Grant as he smiled
“I have very important business to explain to you. I’m afraid we can’t talk here because of it being a public
Line. So I’d like you to meet me at the Mighty Hotel in Palm springs, Florida. Tomorrow at noon,” said Hammond
“But…”
“No buts Alan, the trip is already paid. Just be here. Goodbye Alan,” interrupted Hammond
Alan put the phone down in disbelief. “I have to go.”
Chapter 2- Mr. Hammond’s Proposal
Palm Springs, California
“Alan Grant paleontologist of the Montana dig site, welcome to Mr. Hammond’s suite. He’s been expecting you,” said the manager of the Mighty Hotel in California.
“What is John’s room number?” said Alan.
“His room number is 256, it’s on the second floor,” said the Hotel manager
Alan took the piece of paper from the manager. “Thanks.” Then he started to walk upstairs. Alan couldn’t help but to gaze at the furniture around him. It’s so clean, and seems to be in just the right places. “This is definitely a fancy hotel, nothing like my old camper.” He went to the elevator, and guessed that John was on the 7th floor. Once Alan reached the floor, he walked down this long narrow hallway. He looked from side to side 234, 248, 254, 256. “Ah there we go.” Alan knocked on the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Dr. Alan Grant, you wanted to talk to me.”
“Ah yes, come in Dr. Grant. I’ve been expecting you.”
Alan opened the door, walked into this luxurious suite. John invited him to have a seat at his own bar.
“Pretty nice place you got here John.”
“Thanks, I got it at a reasonable deal.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
John went into the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of wine. Then he took out three glasses, and filled them half way.
“Are we expecting company John?” asked Alan in a suspicious tone
“Actually we are having another guest here today.”
“Who?”
Then there was a knock at the door. “That must be him now.” Mr. Hammond went to the door, and opened it. All of a sudden Ian Malcom stepped into the room.
“Wow, this is a nice place you got here John.”
“Thank you, Ian please have a seat and join me and Dr. Grant.”
Ian walked over to the bar counter and noticed Alan there. He came over and whacked Alan on the back. “Hey there, long time no see.”
“Not long enough, I’m afraid.”
“Okay guys, lets get down to business,” said Mr. Hammond
Mr. Hammond went into his closet, and pulled out a map of some sort. He laid it onto the counter where Alan, and Ian where sitting. They both moved forward to look at the map. Mr. Hammond smiled as he saw the puzzled faces.
“John, what is this?” said Grant
“No, no don’t get worried already. This is different from the others. I’m all done with making Dinosaurs, I just can’t handle the stress, or the money for that matter,” said Hammond with a smile.
“Then, what is this about?” asked Ian suspiciously “I’m not going to let you destroy any more lives, you hear?”
“Yes, I hear quite clearly,” said Hammond “What I was saying before though, this is not like all the other crazy ideas I had. You see I have this mission for a group of five people to go back to Isla Nublar, Site A. I need some files that where left behind. It should be all quite simple; this map shows the directions to the facility. All you have to do is follow this map there; grab the information specified, and a plane will be there to pick you up. Now for the rest of the crew, you have the Paleobantomist, which is Ellie Sattler. Now I must warn you, she signed up on her own so you can’t go blaming me for her actions. Then you have your scientist, Mr. Vestal. Your hunter, Mr. MacLean. I was hoping that you two would be the last two. I’ve already talked to the other three, and they seem to be very excited. I’m sure there will be no danger…”
“Wait, so you want us to go back to Jurassic Park? After all we’ve been through there? This is insane, absolutely not. It’s out of the question!” interrupted Grant.
“I think I have to agree with Alan here for once, I think your out of your mind,” said Ian
“I hate to have to do this and all, but you leave me no choice.” Hammond took out his checkbook. “How much?”
Isla Nublar, off the coast of Costa Rica
“Get that cage off of the ship!” yelled Lachien. “That cage has to be set up in the T.rex pen. Hey you, why haven’t the second ship arrived?” he yelled to a crew member “I am sorry sir, the ship was delayed.” “Well make sure it comes soon, we don’t want any of them getting lose.”
Helicopters were flying all around the Island. Landing at the nearest landing pads. Boats were coming in by the dozen. Unloading the cargo. All of the cargo was marked with the InGen insignia. John Lachien is the chief in charge of the ‘plan’ on Isla Nublar. Some good friends of Lachine heard in about what Hammond was planning. So they had to act quickly if they wanted anything to work according to plan. Mr. Lachien’s boss Mr. Clark had started this about a year and a half ago, when they decided to ‘revive’ Hammond’s failure of a park. They’re creating the park all over again. It couldn’t have been possible, without that single shaving cream can that carried the dinosaur DNA that was going to put Mr. Clark’s business on the line. Luckily, after about an hour past the time Denis Nedry was suppose to meet the ship at the east dock the captain got fed up with waiting and sent one of his crew members to investigate. His name was Hosea Martina. After a while of searching, he found Denis’s truck. He then found Denis, which he put his torn body into the back seat. Hosea searched the perimeter, and found the can washed up at the bottom of a slope. He then returned to the ship, truck and all.
Mr. Clark was so happy; he gave Hosea a raise and now is manager of the mercenary department. After Mr. Clark checked to see if all of the bottles where still intact, then he sent them to his top scientists. His company then started playing God. After a couple financial downfalls, Mr. Clark decided to buy off InGen, and has been with them ever since. That’s how everything came into place, and now InGen is rejuvenating that was once Hammond’s dream, into InGen’s reality.
Palm Springs, California
“I’m sorry John, I just can’t except this. You really have to think about what your doing. Putting people back on the Island. It’s just insane. Sorry.” said Grant as he walked away.
“I think I’ll have to back Alan up on this one. Sorry about that.” said Ian as he joined Alan.
“Wait, wait! If you will not accept my proposal, please at least join me at the café around the corner from here around noon tomorrow. Maybe we can talk this over a cup of tea. Please we must talk,” said Hammond as he ran after them. They both agreed to meet John.
As Alan and Ian walked down the hallway, they were both quite. As if they were imagining the outcome of this idea John had. It wasn’t turning out good, but then they had a sudden bolt of excitement shoot through their veins, as if they wanted to feel the rush of traveling to an uncharted island destroyed from a bad idea; or so they thought. Then they would return to reality, realize it was all nonsense, and continued to stroll down the many hallways of the Mighty Hotel. Once they got to the exit, they said their goodbyes, and went on their way.
Mr. Hammond was quite sad after they left. He moped around his room, muttering to himself. “This is not how it’s suppose to happen.” He then got an idea. He went to his bed, and picked up the phone. He then started dialing Ellie’s number. With a big grin on his face, he listened to the ringing tone.
“Hello, is this Ellie Sattler?”
“Yes, this is she. May I ask who is speaking?”
“This is Mr. Hammond, and I have wonderful news! Alan, and Ian have decided to forgo on our little expedition. They’re on their way there right at this very moment,” said Mr. Hammond.
Ellie was overwhelmed with joy. She asked John where they would be departing, and when. John told her tomorrow morning around nine am. She thanked him again, and hung up. John then went to sleep, with a big laugh.
6/21/2002 3:53:14 PM
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