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Jurassic parK: The Return chapters1-3
By Rexy!
it's just the beginning, it will get very cool once to the island. Just tell me if it is a good strat. :)
Prologue
In the year 1998, Hammond Corporation went bankrupt do to tragic accidents occurring on Isla Sorna. The company’s rich entrepreneur was set aside from the former InGen Corporation, for safety reasons and money. Hammond had cost the large company a debt to the families of the 13 victims at Jurassic Park. Twenty Billion dollars was taken from InGen because of Hammond’s mistake.
Quietly John Parker Hammond continued the research on Isla Sorna by sending several teams in to find research and information on the living biological creatures that inhabited the forgotten world. One research team was lead by the former survivor, Dr. Ian Patrick Malcom. The known world learned about the island and it’s holders when an escaped animal from the island, found it’s way to San Frisco. Hammond was agitated by this, the ‘small’ unforgivable act cost him two million dollars to restore half of the city. After this incident Hammond sent one more team to observe the island and it’s inhabitants. The small group was secretly lead by a famous Tiger hunter, named Jack Thorne. The team was successful by staying on the mountain region of the island, further away from carnivorous animals.
Several years had past since the last team went to observe, until a small company Dino Soar, opened to the public. The scheme was not improved by the government, since the islands was restricted to anyone. The company’s goal, to take wealthy visitors to the shores of Isla Sorna to see live dinosaurs. The company did the act secretly, that was until a tragic accident occurred with a family called the Kirbys. A young child was left stranded alone on the island for several weeks. A group of members, including sole survivor, Dr. Alan Grant. Four causalities occurred in the rescue mission.
The government was all over Hammond and his teams, even though he hadn’t sent the rescue team in. John Hammond lost control over the island chain. He set out to make a wonderful, magical park for the people of the world, but all of it turned to a tragic stop for him. Everything was lost, until he met up again with a former worker from the first theme park. Hammond knew that the government wouldn’t let him set foot on the island, let alone, no one that was sent by Hammond was to set foot on the island. But the island chain, it couldn’t leave his mind. He had a idea. The brilliant mind of Hammond began it’s wondrous thoughts of what if? The worker could help him in his plan to finish the goal.
John Hammond had donated 6 Billion dollars to Dr. Henry Wu. Henry was a good friend of Hammond’s, he had worked with him for several years, before the Jurassic Park Incident. Now that they met up again, Hammond was giving Henry everything he got, to make his dream come true. Hammond had no choice, his grandchildren wouldn’t take the offer, but Henry, he did.
He was to make another theme park, but better, stronger, more secure than ever. It was to be on the island Isla Tanaco. The government had no say so in the operation, as in Hammond’s terms, “What they don’t know, don’t hurt them”.
The park began construction on May 2001, Project: JP was almost finished. Henry wanted to show off his and Hammond’s creation by inviting formal survivors to the park. They was no need for them to endorse the park, no matter what had happened, the park was going to open to the public, unlike Hammond’s old insecure Disney land.
All he needed was the world to come to him. He was waiting. People would think, that’s the guy who barely escaped from the horrible accident at Jurassic Park, why would he make such a park? In the mind of Hammond, people was ignorant, self centered, they didn’t know what they could do with their lives. Anyone could be like him, but they are too lazy to try, they are not brilliant like him. Henry on the other hand, was intelligent, he had a spark that could finish his dream, and the dream which will be know all over the world.
Hammond died year 2002, Henry Wu continued the operation. It was successful, better than the first. Maybe too much better…he had to remember that all major theme parks had faults, but his can’t, it was perfect.
Island Storm
The heavy, yet freezing raindrops plummeted down from the sky. The clouds that hovered over Isla Nublar darken day sky. The world under the forest was unpredictable. Not knowing where to step in the harsh muddy lands of Isla Nublar could cause James Snare and his crew another day in the foliage. The thirty-six man team had to watch every step in the mud. Large holes was dug in the ground, what they was dug by, they didn’t know. James figured that the holes was made to trap wondering creatures in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of being trapped in a small hole, while pouring the rain, waiting for some creature to come down to find out what it is having for dinner. Why he thought of such ignorant events that could happen, while on such a mission like this, he didn’t know.
Snare shook his head, letting the water pour off his hat. It had been to too long. Henry said it would take two days, not two weeks. Before he left, Henry made him sign a contract stating no matter what happens in the mission, he was not responsible. He had everyone in perfect shape, he had picked the best members to join him on this hunt. But questions came to mind. Why hasn’t it showed up? Why haven’t they found it? Questions he could not answer.
Beside him, Ray Downer replied to Snare’s thoughts, “ Don’t worry Mr. Snare, we will find the target and get the heck out of here. It can’t be more than six hours in front of us. We can take shorter route and get in front of it. Use some bait.”
James looked at the young, dashing man beside of him. James smiled and said, “ How did you know that I was thinking that?”
“ I didn’t, I was thinking of that,” replied Downer with a chuckle.
Snare wondered how such a brilliant, athletic man as Ray, would have such a name as Downer. Snare sighed. They had to take a short cut, they didn’t to get home. The food source was running empty. The time outside of Isla Nublar was spinning, but time here, set still. The rain didn’t help it none.
From the back of the group, a crew member shouted to the front men. Snare heard the man repeat the awful word, for which he bared not to think of while on the mission, the man was shouting raptor.
It all made since to him know, the holes was dug to trap animals, making them defenseless. The raptors dug the holes instead of waiting for something to come to them. But it seemed that it got turned around, since the crew had walked in the breeding grounds of the worst animal alive today.
The team gathered in a circle. It was technique used to watch all sides of the jungle at the same time. They were safe as of now, they had carried lightly, but wisely. Each member had their on tranquilizer and handgun. They wasn’t leaving the dock unprepared.
James Snare watched the dark jungle, waiting for movement. Before him, a dark creature silently stepped out into view. The colors of it’s camouflaged skin, made it impossible to find when it moved from side to side. The human eye couldn’t see it in night. Even with guns, they didn’t have a chance.
“ Night vision! Straps on, eyes open!” shouted Snare. The human eye can’t see it, but the thermal waves built in with night vision can see clearly.
The crew followed orders. Each strapped their goggles on. Snare slowly mad a reach for his goggles, trying not to make any sudden moves. Once he put them on, he felt as if he had been pushed off a cliff. They had fallen in a trap, he could count twenty two raptor standing in neat rows all around the crew. He could see about ten perched in the huge primal trees. They were the hunted. No need for a tranquilizer gun, the jobs calls for a .357 Magnum. Snare tried to think quickly, they was too many of them!
“Snare, orders?” asked Downer.
“Fire at will, shot when they are more than twenty foot away,” replied Snare. His magnum fixed on a alpha male.
When the first raptor jungle, the jungle was filled with the sound of gun fire. Downer dared not step out from the circle, bullets was flying in ever direction. The howls of the raptors was getting louder. Snare gave more orders, but the crackling gun fire made it impossible to hear.
Several raptors had already jumped at Snare, one made contact. The injury could have been worse if he hadn’t shot it in the mouth. The army of prehistoric creatures seemed to keep coming. The rain was beginning to stop. The rain was starting to stop. The thought never entered his mind. If the rain stops, the sky will clear. It is suppose o be day time, if the raptors see the sun they will run, their cameo with the night would be useless. It will buy them time to escape from the jungle and head in the fields, and then continue their mission. Raptors has learned more about their environment.
“Stay in group, we keep waiting for more to come out!” shouted Snare.
It had to be his best idea ever since he came to this horrible place.
The group stayed in position for six minutes. The plan was working, the dark clouds was leaving the island. A beam of sunlight could be seen, shining through the thick canopy of the trees. What the made the plan even better was that they was running out of handgun ammunition, their tranquilizer darts was brought to take down the target. As the sun rose into sight, the raptors snapped and growled as they made slowly back into the darken jungle that received no light.
James Snare’s plan worked, all he had to do was wait for the last raptor to move back into the darkness.
“Run into the fields! We are taking a short cut!” shouted Snare. The crew followed orders, they dashed silently through the jungle, trying not to get the attention of any other unwanted visitors.
Downer tried to step where Snare stepped, he didn’t want to get in the knee high mud. They was no trails in this region of Nublar, no pens, fences, safe housing, or towers. They was on there own, until the transport arrives. He or any other members wouldn’t be here if they wasn’t going to get paid. Henry was a good man, but he needs to find another team to go and get his pets instead of us.
Snare shuffled across the vast landscape to the nearest field. The shortcut was saving them three hours of walking. The target is following it’s game trail. Which leads into the field they are in. They was a small road block for a massive eight ton carnivore. They was to wait for the target to come.
The Storm wasn’t helping the situation none. The mud was worse in the fields. The ground beneath them could cause them some time. They now had a time limit, if the target discovered the crew, the whole mission would become a major disaster. Unlike they needed that to happen.
James Snare scouted the area with several crewmen, learning that the path was less traveled. Which meant the trail had to split in half on up the mountain. They would have to draw the target in, by bait. It was the only way for it to come down this trail.
James turned and headed back to Downer. His clothes was filthy, he needed to take long, relaxing shower when he got home. He had already made his mind up, if this plan did not proceed well, he was going to call the transport.
“Sir, we have the trip wires in place, monitors, and several scouts nesting the trees. Everything is in place, the weather seems to be getting better, but it the wind is picking up. We are downwind,” said Downer. Everything he did was at Snare’s orders. He trusted him.
“Excellent! Everything is set up, and the wind is blowing!” said Snare with a smile.
“Sir, we are downwind, if any predator comes near a mile around this area, they will pick up our scent in a minute,” said Downer, he needn’t understand what James was leading up to.
“This trail is the least traveled on by the target, which means it’s a fifty fifty chance of it coming this way. If you and some of your men go out and get some bait, put it in this field, the target will smell it. The plan works out, now go kill something that it likes, maybe a hadrosaur.”
Ray Downer couldn’t believe this, the whole mission was turning out perfect. All the tracking, running, and shooting was at least good for something now. They was going to get to go home. James had found a way to complete the mission.
“ Yes sir, I will gather some crew and set out. It should only take about thirty minutes,” replied Downer and he jogged off.
James Snare was a intelligent man, why he didn’t think of this before he didn’t know. Maybe it was the rainy jungle, or the avoidance with the trap holes. Ever since he got out of that place, everything seemed a lot more clear for him to think. All of it had paid off.
Ray Downer settled in a small area, camouflaged by conifers and huge snake-like vines. He had took two more crewmen with him to hunt a hadrosaur. As of now, they had tracked a herd of young Parasaurolophus. Perfect targets. Downer motioned to the other crewmen, whizzing bullets zoomed past Downer’s head. Each shot was penetrated into one young Parasaurolophus. Three shots, the medium sized herbivore flopped to the ground. The remaining Parasaurolophus stampeded away from the dead animal.
“Get the cables, lets drag the sucker back to base camp.”
They didn’t weigh as much as they looked, but on the other hand, Downer had picked the strongest crewmen to help him. Usually Downer would never do this to a herbivore, unless it was rapid, but this was a have to situation. That was a simple task compared to what they been through on this hellish journey.
By the time Downer arrived back to the camp site, Snare was going over the goals on the mission. Do this meant that if this plan didn’t work, they was going to go home, target or not. Downer had been on assigned on every mission with Snare, he did this overall mission talk only when it was almost over. Downer could care less if they got the animal. He wanted a burger and bad. He was tired of eating stale crackers and some dehydrated jell-o.
“Now our main goal, to trap, and sedate a male Tyrannosaurus Rex. Henry wants us to take by air, back to the main compound on Tanaco. We will be using a heavy duty copter, to transport the animal. If it is like Henry said it was, the rex should weigh about eight or nine ton. It will be a three day trip back to Tanaco, but hey, we will at least have waiters and service,” smiled Snare. He was trying to make something good out of a bad situation.
The crew nudged at each other. Service. Something they haven’t seen in two weeks.
“As of now we have a hour, as you see, Downer has our bait. Everyone is position. Prepare to go home with a eight ton beast,” said Snare.
The men huffed off into the outer rim of the long grassy field. All of them was well trained, Snare himself couldn’t see them when they was position. Him and Downer crouched directly on the trail behind the dead carcass. Perfect shots, they would have to hit exactly at the same time, or the rex will spot of the crew members. If they hit at the same time, it wouldn’t know where it was getting attacked from. Brilliant.
Twenty minutes passed, no rex. The air was getting humid. The wind was blowing the smell of the Parasaurolophus directly into Snare’s face. The smell of decay was terrible. The island would be perfect if the weather was normal, and if they wasn’t any dinosaurs roaming around.
Downer’s hand radio crackled softly. Mud was pasted to the speaker. Downer rubbed the mud off the radio, it was going to make it difficult to hear in it.
“Come in.”
The words seemed misplaced but they knew what the message was. The tyrannosaur was coming, from the east side of the field. At the message, Snare motioned at the hidden crewmen. James and Downer stared tirelessly at the eastern side of the field.
The large massive head of a Tyrannosaur emerged from the dark jungle it preyed in. The rex had smelt the dead carcass a mile away, but it seemed that it had a small meal on the way. The victim’s blood dripped from the gigantic jaws of the Tyrannosaur.
Snare was sent to the island to capture this ungodly beast and bring it back. He specialized in the theropods, especially the tyrannosaur groups. He knew their reactions, their instincts, and their abilities. The tyrannosaur was a hunter and a scavenger. Right now, this proves that the rex was a part-time scavenger.
The entire body of the rex was now in view. Snare could see that it was surveying the area. The glare in it’s eyes, ran a shiver up Snare’s spine. The rex was smart, it made sure no other predator was around while it was beginning to feast. The tyrannosaur slowly wobbled out into the center of the field. Made one more survey, and began to feast on the dead carcass. Once the flesh was ripped opened, the stench got worse. Downer could see one visible crew member vomit. The smell was stomach turning.
James Snare took aim, slowly raised his hand and thirty six tranquillizer darts zoomed out of hidden barrels in the jungle. Each dart piercing into the neck of the rex. Downer made a mistake. He had shot too late. The tyrannosaur was fixed on the pair that sat on the trail.
“ That’s not good. Stay still,” whispered Snare. His gazed was fixed with the Tyrannosaur’s stare.
The rex roared with fury, and then stepped over the half ate carcass. It was going to charge. The rex roared once again, and began to take speed. It was running directly at Snare and Downer.
“Stay absolutely still. No movement,” whispered Snare.
The rex was running at full speed, closing in at thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet, stopped. The massive beast staggered helplessly, and then with one last moan, it fell to the soft ground. The tranquillizers worked, and just in time. Snare turned to Downer, he wasn’t there.
“Downer! Where are you?” shouted Snare.
Under the tall grass, Snare found Downer. He has passed out. Too much excitement James guessed. From across the field the crewmen stepped out into view. They hurried over to their prize. They was finally going to go home. Home, a beautiful word to think of, a soothing place.
Snare reached in his pocket for his water bottle. He opened it up and poured some on Downer. Several coughs, Downer was back on his feet.
“Did we get?” asked Ray Downer.
“Yeah, call the transport. We are getting out of here.”
As Downer made the call on the muddy radio, the crew attached large bulky cables to the tyrannosaur. All of their supplies was being packed as a large black heavy duty helicopter appeared over the horizon. The transport. The copter lowered itself into the field. Downer was the first to get aboard. Three crew members attached the large cables to the bottom of the helicopter. Once that task was finished, they all got aboard. Snare latched the sliding door, and the helicopter began to take off. The cables to the rex was beginning to tighten.
BOOM
The whole helicopter shook. Something hit it on the outside. Snare looked out the side glass, the tyrannosaur was still asleep. What caused it? Snare kept asking himself. The cables couldn’t snapped and made such a impact. The answer looked at him through the window. Another Tyrannosaur was attacking the helicopter.
Downer shouted, “Tyrannosaur on both sides!”
Two tyrannosaurs was attacking the transport. They must been a in a pack. They had tricked them. The male tyrannosaur was sent out to distract the crew, while the other two circled the perimeter. They were too smart.
The side glass shattered unto Snare’s lap. The roars of the tyrannosaurs outside, sounded as if the earlier storm had come back. The helicopter rocked back, breaking the tail. The blades on top of the helicopter was broke off, lying in the field. The sliding door was broken open by the first impact. The door was open.
“Through the door! We have to get out, or we will get killed!” shouted Snare with strangled voice.
Several member s dashed helplessly out the door. Snare made a run for it, dived out the sliding door, into the muddy field. The tyrannosaurs was still distracted by the helicopter and the screams of the helicopter pilots. He couldn’t do anything to help them. They were going to die. He had to keep running. Snare could see Downer running for his life into the jungle. Snare followed, knowing what lies in the jungle is a lot more treacherous than the beats they are running from. The raptors are in there, waiting for them, somewhere. He could still hear the repeating screams of the trapped crewmen and the pilots. They were dead, all dead. Downer was the only one he could see at the time, running away.
The plan seemed perfect. The bait, the trail, the male tyrannosaur’s capture, but they had traveled in packs. That changed everything. He didn’t know where he was running, but he hoped it took somewhere safe, somewhere away from the carnivores. He could see Downer ahead, resting in the darkness. He must have been the only one left.
Paleontology University
Dr. Alan Grant was crouched down over a small remain of a infant Velociraptor. He brushed away the dust and sand from the bone fragments, trying to clean it. He had learned in Snake Water Montana, nothing will ever be clean. He had did many research excavations in Montana and in closer areas, and found most of his prize processions. Ever since he came back from Isla Sorna is 2001, everything seemed to be a living it up high life for him. He went to several paleontologist meeting, explaining the Velociraptor theory. The theory had made him rich, he had created his on paleontology school, called Grant University. Ever since his last trip to the islands, he became a idol for several college students. The paleontology science became twenty percent more popular in one year. He had gained over two hundred student in the past two years. One old student returned, Ellie Sattler.
The sun beamed down on Grant’s bare neck. His clothes was more dusty than the fossils. He had been working on this small project for a day. He wasn’t going to get any money out the skeleton, but he enjoyed digging it. That was his job, he wanted to be it when he was a little kid. He got what he wanted, was that alright? To him is passion for dinosaurs was his life. He considered getting married but, the kids. He had grown to like them, but owning them? Out of the question.
From the sight of the lifeless fossil, he can feel the Velociraptor, watching him, planning out it’s attack. They are a good hobby to learn about, until they start to chase after you. Grant continued to brush off the dust. The sun was gazing into Grant’s eyes, until Ellie Sattler walked up in front of his. Grant looked up at her with a smile. Anyone who would look at her would think, that’s a very successful young woman. After all she was a teacher at his university, but still a student to Grant. Everyone who seen her thought she was a very beautiful woman, until they seen the ring on her finger.
“Billy is looking for you, he has to talk about another theory he has on the Dimetrodon,” she said, shaking her head.
“I thought he was studying Suchiominus species?” asked Grant. Billy had followed him on every adventure, he was interested in everything, plus he didn’t act like a kid anymore.
“He was, yesterday. You know how Billy is, he wants to know everything. Before he went to the island with you, he had been very interested in the Pteranodons,” said Ellie, she put her hands on her hips.
“Wonder why he stopped?” grinned Alan Grant. He knew he shouldn’t joke about Billy’s accident with Pteranodons, since he did almost get killed by them.
Ellie leaned down to examine the fossil remains on the infant.
Raptors, her most hated dinosaur. She still has nightmares about them, Alan even had some at one time. Ever since he came back from the last trip, he hadn’t complained none about the nightmares no more. He had learned something on the island that relaxed his mind. Ellie wanted that knowledge, she always dreams of being a long hallway, running away. When she gets to the door at the end it is locked. She always looks back, and sees two raptors walking toward her. Slowly they come forward, a deaf walk. Then she wakes up.
Her thoughts ended.
“What do you think?” asked Grant.
“Perfect example to show your class on Tuesday. Are you still making them read all fourteen of your books?” asked Ellie, her thoughts seemed to
clear when she haves a ‘normal’ conversation with Alan. Mark was always busy at work, and she had to take care of the children. Now since Mark was off from work for the month, he got to spend time with the children, while she helped Alan out on his research and teaching classes.
“By any chance, could you give me a ride back to the university?” I have a lecture to do in a hour.”
“Sure, get in the truck,” replied Ellie, glad to help Alan out some way.
“What about the remains?” asked Grant.
“They aren’t going to get up and walk away.”
“I hope not,” smiled Grant, as he got in the Chevy Duley.
Ellie Sattler started the ignition, and drove off down the road, leaving a cloud of dust around the small excavation site. Ellie looked at Grant.
“Your not wearing that to the lecture are you?” asked Ellie, Alan’s Shirt was dusty, his pants had dirt coming out his pockets.
“Why not? I believe the whole dusty shirt idea gives me more of a paleontologist look.”
Ellie smiled. She could never get ahead of Grant. He always has a combat.
As they drove into the parking lot of the large university. Grant, dusted his hat off. The parking lot was full with college students, which Grant loved to see. More people being interested in prehistoric creatures and environments. Grant looked down at the pavement, where he stood.
“Have we excavated this area before they built the university?” asked Grant, scratching his chin.
“Alan, you are not going to dig up the parking lot. You still have your little site up in Snake Waters.”
“It was a Joke, Ellie,” replied Grant.
They opened the tinted glass doors, the sensation of cool air relaxed Grant. Being outside for six hours in 108 degrees of heat, really makes you want to have a fan. But air condition.
Grant and Sattler walked down the main hall, until they reached a large room. Above the entrance door of the room, stated the name, Research Facility. It was where Billy worked his long days at to discover newer qualities about several different species. Billy was growing up.
They entered the room. The room was white, unlike Grant’s clothes. The walls was covered with technology. Grant despised computer machines. They do all of the digging now.
From the corner of the room Billy Brennan walked out with charts in his hand.
“Hello Billy, you wanted to see me?” asked Grant.
“Good day, Dr. Grant. I was needing you to look at some of these samples. They are of two Dimetrodon, each at a different age.”
“Okay, where are they?” asked Grant, looking at the blank tables.
“On the wall, look at the x-rays. They explain everything.”
Alan stared blankly at the x-rays.
“Oh, I forgot, you hate computers and their supplies. I shall explain. The Dimetrodon on the left is at same age as the one on the right. But the one on the left lived longer than a normal Dimetrodon. They have been many other cases of this happening, but what are the chance of two being born at the same time die at different ages, without any harm?”
“Well, the Dimetrodon species has many mysteries, but this is, like you said, a common subject. But one question, why is the skull on Dimetrodon on the left larger than the one on the right?” asked Grant.
“Because Alan, One adapted to it’s environment. Learning how to protect itself, live longer, and get smarter. The one on the right need not adapt. It died at normal age. Alan, raptors wasn’t the only dinosaur that got smarter,” said Billy. He had really grown up.
“Billy, you was right about the raptor communicating back to one and another, but this is out your and my league,” said Alan Grant. He thought the explanation was satisfying, but dinosaurs getting smarter. They was already lethal. He needed more evidence.
“Alan, I can prove this in time. Just like I did with the raptor communication. This time, I don’t got a time limit, I have the right staff to help me,” replied Billy.
“It’s good work, and I know you can prove it. I just say that to make you a challenge. That’s what you need. Where’s your assistant?” asked Grant.
“I seen Hunter walking down to conference room,” said Ellie, “he must went to get something to drink.”
Grant nodded and waved to Billy. He walked out into the hall. He had made Billy a excellent Paleontologist. He was very intelligent. Good teenager, he wasn’t a kid anymore.
Down the hall, the conference room door opened and Hunter Bowman walked out. He was sipping on a cup of coffee. He reared his head back in disgust.
“Dr. Grant, who made this coffee?” asked Hunter, staring at the cup.
Alan nodded his head at Ellie. She had made the coffee. Hunter shook his head.
“Because it Taste wonderful,” Hunter quickly replied.
“Thank you Hunter. Glad you like, because I am fixing it this entire week,” said Ellie Sattler smiling.
“Your welcome Mrs. Sattler. I will enjoy it every time I drink it,” said Hunter staring down at the black coffee.
“Hunter, why aren’t you down there helping Billy with his Dimetrodons?” asked Alan Grant.
“Dimetrodons? I thought he was studying Ankylosaurus,” said Hunter.
“He learns everything Hunter, you should too, now get down there and help on the z-rays,” said Grant.
“Z-rays?” asked Hunter.
“Just go, just go.”
Ellie turned to walk back outside. Grant watched as Hunter walked down the hallway, he stopped and stared at the coffee several times before he threw it in the trash. Before Alan could turn and follow Ellie, a younger student walked up to him. A kid. She seemed to keep smiling at him.
“I got your mail, Mr. Alan,” replied the girl. She wore a barney shirt.
I hate barney… thought Grant.
“Thank you very much, little girl. Go play,” said Grant, as the girl handed him a letter. It wasn’t a bill. Thank God.
It was a invitation to a theme park. Must be a Disney Land coupon saver. The letter had Grant and Sattler written on it. He stuffed it in his pocket, he had to tell Ellie the lecture was going to start.
Alan Grant walked outside into the humid air of Montana. It was hot. Too hot. Ellie was talking with some students of hers, probably how to get extra credit. Grant motioned for her to come to the doors. She finished explaining to the students and hurried over to Alan.
“What is it?”
“The lecture is going to start in ten minutes,” replied Grant.
“Okay, what’s that in your pocket?” asked Ellie, as she pulled out a white envelope.
“Some invitation, probably Disney Land.”
Ellie opened the letter. She pulled out a folded letter, the symbol at the top of the page, took her breathe. The symbol of Jurassic Park. Alan read the letter to himself.
“What does it say?” asked Ellie.
“Henry Wu, the genetics guy from the first island has created a new theme park, on Isla Tanaco. He was in business with Hammond Corporation. They did the project secretly, and they are wanting us to come and stay for the week.”
“I thought Hammond died?” asked Ellie, the letter was confusing. The envelope even had four tickets to the island.
“Henry must have continued the construction on the park. Now it’s finished, all he wants is for us to come to his park. He is insane.”
“But at the bottom of the letter, says that the park is well protected, secure, and safe. Maybe it isn’t like Hammond’s park. It may be better. What do you think?” asked Ellie. The look on her face, showed what she was thinking. Why would someone do this again? After all that has happened in the past?
“I don’t know, but if we go, we could shut him down if anything goes wrong. We don’t want any of this nightmare to come back to haunt us again.” said Alan. He was right, it had to be stopped before anything goes wrong. If they do go, Ellie may have a chance to learn what can stop her nightmares. Billy could learn more about his theory, and Hunter can see live dinosaurs. But what if something goes wrong?
“Well, I will go and tell Billy and Hunter. Your going to have to cancel your lecture for today. We have to check this out, we are already part of it,” said Ellie, her look grim.
Alan nodded, and Ellie walked back inside the university. Alan stood staring blankly at the landscape. One thought stuck in his mind, as he held the invitation. I am going back…
Amazon Photo Suite
“Ah crap!” shouted Nick Van Owen as he fell from a rather large tree.
He was sent to the Amazon, to get some high quality photos of Lions and Tigers. He was scouting out some good locations while up in the tree, until the branch broke. He sat looking up at the tree for which he fell. Why did I come here?
“Big tree,” Nick said aloud to himself.
He got up dusting himself off. He checked his camera for any scratches. It was okay. If he had knew that getting those rare dinosaur pictures in 98 would lead him to where he was now, he would have settled for a toll booth worker. His boss sent him all over the world to get rare pictures. The dinosaur photos was his rarest, but they say the pictures was at bad views, angles, and such. Nick quit the company for a month and couldn’t find a job, he had to go get re-hired. He didn’t get it, dinosaur pictures, who else could get dinosaur pictures? No one. He needed a break.
Nick walked around, until he made his way to a small plain. Several lions was resting under a large tree in the center of large plain. Nick could see the young cubs roll and jump over their sleeping mother. Nick smiled at the scenery, a wonderful sight. To Nick, the world was a beautiful place, it held many surprises. Six years ago he wouldn’t of thought so, until he was sent to Isla Sorna on a research expedition. The world thought dinosaurs went extinct, sixty five million years ago, who would of thought they inhabited a large island off the coast of Costa Rica?
Nick raised the camera up to his eyes, and began taking pictures of the lions and the scenery. The silence of the scenery was broken, Nick could hear the thumping blades of a helicopter approaching. The lions, alarmed by the mysterious sound, got up from their rest and walked into the jungle. Nick looked up in shining sky, to see a Marine Helicopter landing.
Nick walked over to the helicopter and waited at the sliding door. Why would the marines want to see me?
The large metal door slid open. A man in a black suite held out his hand for Nick to come in. Nick couldn’t trust him, no one comes out in the middle of no where, knows exactly where you was at.
“What do you want?” Shouted Nick, trying to be heard over the thumping of the helicopter’s blades.
“My name is Jack Thorne, I was sent here to take you to Costa Rica. You must come with me,” replied the man. He looked series, and so did the three guys behind him.
“I don’t know you! You may try to kill me and dump my body in the Amazon,” replied Nick.
“Mr. Owen we don’t want to do this the hard way.”
“What’s the hard way?” asked Nick.
The three men behind Thorne, stood up and jumped out of the helicopter. They surrounded Nick and lifted him up into the copter. He couldn’t bother struggling, because the men that held him had to be 300 pounds.
“I am very sorry for this acquaintance under this circumstance. But my boss needs your help. There is a bed for you in the back, if your tired,” said Thorne.
“Nah, You might try to kill me in my sleep,” replied Nick. He sat thinking, what are they wanting me for?
“No reason to wait until we get to Costa Rica, I might as well tell you why my boss wants you,” said Thorne.
“Tell me the whole thing,” said Nick, he really wanted to know why they came and got him out of his photo suite. This is going to come out of my salary.
“Several weeks ago, my boss Henry Wu, sent a tracking team out on Isla Nublar. Their goal was to bring back a male tyrannosaur. They had stayed for many days, hunting for the rex, but it seems when they captured one, they lost contact with the base on Isla Tanaco. Our operators can’t figure out why, their last transmission was that they was coming home, and had captured a tyrannosaur.”
“Why does this involve me?” asked Nick.
“Dr. Wu wants you to go to Isla Nublar, and find the tracking team. And to secure them until a transport arrives,” replied Thorne.
“I am doing this alone?”
“No, you will be accompanied by several other members, that know a little about the land. I will be going with you there.”
“What about the island restrictions? Wouldn’t the government have to stop us?” asked Nick, he had read all of the articles on the island chain. He became interested in the inhabitants and area they lived in.
“We have learned that the government keeps a very close eye on the islands, and they watching non-stop between 1:00 a.m. - 12:00 a.m. Which makes us have only one hour to get in there, and get our stuff off of the shore and into the jungle before 1:00 a.m.” replied Thorne.
“So we are going by night? We would know what we are doing. And by shore, do u mean we are going by water?”
“Yes Mr. Owen. I expect you to get a good ‘days’ sleep in before you go. It’s hard to go to asleep on that island,” replied Throne.
“Well, this can help out a bit, I can take some photos of the dinosaurs on Nublar and on Tanaco. They are dinosaurs on Tanaco right?”
Jack Thorne smiled. What kind of question is that?
“Get some rest Mr. Owen,” said Thorne as he got up from a metal bench and walked to the cock-pit.
Nick looked at his surroundings, the three large men was still watching him.
“Look, guys, I can’t get away now if you was going to kill me.”
The men shrugged and began reading old magazines. Food Magazines.
Big and dumb.
Nick looked out the window, the Amazon forest was gone, they had left it. The ground now that they flew over was desert, dry endless desert. Everything was happening too fast, he was sent to the Amazon to take pictures of lions, and now he is being sent to a island with dinosaurs to rescue a man that he never seen before. What next?
From the cockpit, Throne watched as the land of Costa Rica became into view. The area did not call for his black suite, it was more of a rough area. More up his alley, he was the rough type. Black suites and clean ups was insignificant to Thorne.
Jack Thorne had met Henry Wu at a world wide knife show. From first sight, Henry wasn’t the kind of man that was interested in knives, but science. Henry had went to the knife show, looking for a park ranger for his top secret project being held on a Large island. Henry had said that he might have heard of the project, but who would have thought Jurassic Park?
He had been helping Henry for two years, Hammond was the man that got him interested in the project. Mainly since Hammond had paid his expedition on Isla Sorna (Site B). They had been keeping in touch for quite some time. Now that Hammond had passed away, Jack helped Henry on his free time. Unfortunately Jack was on his free time, and this incident occurred.
“We will be staying at a hotel for the next two days. If you don’t have any extra clothes, I will be glad to buy you some. My boss said get what ever you,” said Throne, looking back at Nick.
“This might just be my lucky day,” smiled Nick Van Owen.
1/16/2003 12:05:48 PM
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