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Jurassic Park: Retaking the Park
By Rick [Admin]
Daniel Ross walked into the darkened control room, there was a group of people
around a table of computers. Ross knew that if Arnold couldn’t restore the power to the
park, they were in deep shit. At about five minutes before ten, the power had gone off
across the island, knocking out everything outside of the Visitor’s Center perimeter and
the town perimeter. At the time, Ross had been walking around over at the Safari Lodge,
when a lightning bolt had struck a tree branch, fall and slicing up his right arm. He’d
managed to get over to the Visitor’s Center, and get his arm bandaged up by Harding.
And then he came up to the control room, where he learned that the power hadn’t gone
out because of the storm, but because Dennis Nedry had slipped a line into the lines of
code to shut down all security systems and fences off.
“Hot damn, I caught that slick bastard,” yelled John Arnold as the assistant
engineers around him clapped. Muldoon and Harding walked off towards the windows.
“What’s going on?” Ross said, as he gripped his bandaged right arm. Henry Wu
and Arnold turned around.
“John found Nedry’s code. Apparently Nedry put in a line of code to restore
power and erase all evidence,” Wu said.
“Yes, Nedry was a slick bastard, but I caught him!” Arnold said as he lit a
cigarette, “Now I just hit this,” Arnold hit a button and the screen flashed.
“The lights are back on,” Muldoon said as the purple flow of the quartz lights that
lighted the island, flowed into the dark room. “I’ll get maintenance on alert and go round
up all the injured, and get me a list of all the visitors.” Muldoon said. Arnold tossed him
the set of keys for the Town Gates and Weapon Storage and the Garages. Muldoon
promptly grabbed his hat and walked out of the control room.
“Harding, get your crew out there and get working on getting the animals
tranquilized. Muldoon will be by with maintenance in a bit to help you fix the fences and
everything else,” Arnold said as he took a puff of his cigarette. Harding left the room,
along with some of the staff. “Henry, get down to the Safari Lodge and check on Dr.
Malcolm and the other injured. I’ll see if the Doc is at the town.”
“Alright, John, should I take Mr. Ross with me?” Henry said.
“Sure, he needs to get some medical attention for that arm,” Arnold said, “And I
need to get working on the phone lines.” Wu and Ross left as Arnold sat down and
brought up the Communication systems. It had been three hours since the storm had hit
Isla Nublar and Nedry had caused all this trouble and the Park was coming back online
already. Some of the systems whirled on and the automated paddock systems kicked on.
The rain was still pouring heavily around Nedry, but he knew the storm had
passed. It had been ten minutes since the Tyrannosaurus Rex had attacked the Jeep and he
had ran off leaving Lewis Dodgson and George Baselton in the Jeep. He knew Dodgson
and Baselton were killed when the Rex smashed the Jeep, he just knew it and he was glad
they were dead, Dodgson was a prick and Baselton was a pompous know-it-all. But
Dodgson didn’t hold the rest of his money. He had deposited the first half in his account in
Fort Worth and he knew King and Peters would have the rest at the dock. He must have
been close to the docks, he had the crashing of water and thrashing of something on the
land. Nedry continued to run trying to find an exit to the jungle, but then he tripped over a
branch and fell face first into the mud.
“Jesus Christ,” Nedry mumbled as he spitted out the mud and twigs in his mouth.
He then stood up and looked around. This damn forest looked the same everywhere.
Nedry continued to walk, and then he heard a light groan. It didn’t sound like a dinosaur
groan or a human groan, not that he’d know what a dinosaur groaning would sound like.
But as he heard the groan again, it sounded more like a wheezing human groan. Nedry
walked in the direction of the groan and then he realized that he was on the beach. Nedry
looked out, and saw two lighthouses about a mile out from shore and about three hundred
yards apart from each other, he could tell he was near the enclosed bay area. There should
be a tour road and a service road nearby. As Nedry stood up and looked for the road, then
he noticed what was making the groan. He saw a heaped mass lying near the water. Nedry
approached the mass and it let out a groan. Nedry stepped back in fright, it was a man,
probably one of the lighthouse workers or one of the workers from the underwater
facility. Nedry was standing over the man and he shined his flashlight on him. What Nedry
saw was that the man’s white shirt was covered in red and his legs were torn off, all that
was left was a bloody mass of muscles and tendons.
“Senor.....,” said the man, then he gurgled up some blood, “they are loose......”
was his last words as his blood-shot eyes glazed over and he was dead. Nedry got scared
at that point and started backing away from the corpse and moving down the beach
towards the north. Nedry started swearing at himself and he didn’t notice a long dark
object rise out of the water. The object swung at Nedry and knocked him off his feet.
Nedry was so scared from the impact that he was out of breath. Nedry quickly looked
towards the water and flashed his flashlight long enough to see a set of jaws coming at his
head. Nedry let out a long scream as the creature grabbed him and pulled him into the
murky depths of the water.
Alan Grant was sitting in the living room of his suite in the Safari Lodge, while
Ellie and the kids were asleep in the bedroom. His assistants, Terry and Finch, were out in
the second bedroom, after giving him the 3rd degree of what happened. Grant saw the
quartz lights come on outside fifteen minutes ago and two Jeeps go by five minutes after
that. The commotion out front of the Visitor Center had told Grant that the park was back
online. He walked over to the doorway, and looked in, to see Ellie laying on a cot, and the
two kids sleeping on the large bed. He remembered back to the events earlier in this
evening, sitting the Explorer, watching the Rex tear Franco out of the first Explorer, he’d
been sitting right next to the kids, as the Rex had bit right into his flailing arm and pulled
him through the roof. He remembered the kids’ screams as the Rex bit into him, spilling
blood all over them. Then he remembered Malcolm running off, as the Rex chased him
down, and tossing him like a rag doll. At that moment. he heard some noise outside his
door and decided to investigate the noise. He opened the door and saw Henry Wu and
some men in lab coats walk by with equipment. Daniel Ross was walking along behind
them.
“Henry” Grant said, and Wu turned around, “What’s going on?”
“We are going to fix up the wounded that are already here,” Wu said, “Was
Malcolm alright?”
“Yeah, Harding gave him some sedatives,” Grant said, “Need any help?”
“Sure,” Wu said, “We’re in Conference Room 1.”
“Alright,” Grant said as he went back into his room to get his boots on.
Dodgson opened his eyes, he was lying in the cold, wet grass. He saw that it was
still raining hard out. He sat up and shook his head. He looked around and saw the Jeep,
upside-down and crushed to hell. It was about 10 yards away, that Rex must have shook
them hard. The last thing he remembered was that pudgy bastard running away with the
Jeep keys and the Rex biting into the Jeep. He was screaming as the hot saliva was flowing
in, then all went black around him. He walked towards the Jeep and saw that there was a
puddle of blood near the passenger’s door. Baselton...... George must have survived, he’s
probably lying around here injured.
“George?!” Dodgson yelled as he walked towards a tunnel. The tunnel said it
leaded to the West dock. He continued walking through, “George?!” he yelled. When he
came to the end of the tunnel, he saw George. He was sitting on the dirt road looking up
at something. “George, what the hell are you doing?” Dodgson yelled as he left the tunnel
and saw it. A T-Rex was standing on the side of the road, sniffing at the air. It looked at
Baselton and sniffed around him. It smelled his blood. Oh shit! Dodgson quietly walked
towards the tunnel. He had to distract the Rex so George could run, somehow. Dodgson
thought long and hard, and then said to himself, “Screw George, I’m going to survive.”
He then picked up a rock and threw it at George.
“Dodgson, stop it!!!” George screamed as he was being hit with rocks. He fell off
his feet and his face hit the dirt. He knew it was too late and he started crawling for a
small drop-off he had seen to the side of the road. He was inches from it when he felt a
burning sensation in his legs and he was lifted into the air, screaming for his life.
Dodgson saw him being lifted up and he ran down the dirt road, past the Rex and
past the sickening crunch of Baselton’s bones and his scream of death. He kept running
even when the Rex saw him and turned to run down the road. The Rex let out a roar of
anger and started running. Dodgson saw it chasing him and he kept running. He saw a
small utility shed only 40 yards away. He told himself he could make it and kept running.
He was on the left side of the road and he missed the patch of mud as he stepped in it and
slipped and tumbled down a small hill and crashed into the weak walls of the shed and
crashed inside. The Rex stopped and let out a roar of anger and defeat.
Muldoon heard the roar and picked up his radio, “Alright, Rexy is on West Dock
Maintenance Road. Tranquilizer guns on full charge.” Muldoon put his Jeep into gear and
drove past the Bay Area. The other trucks followed him from behind. “Keep on the chase
and fire till he’s down.” He put the radio down and turned to Donald Gennaro and Peter
Ludlow, the park manager and nephew of John Hammond, “Shall we go and round up the
wounded?”
“Yes,” Ludlow said, “You better have two vehicles to follow us.”
“Alright,” Muldoon said as he picked up the radio and drove.
Nedry was barely floating in the water, he had pretty much lost all feeling in his
legs, but they were still there. He saw the Jeeps drive by and tried to scream but he
couldn’t talk. He clutched his heavily bleeding stomach, trying to stop the bleeding, so he
wouldn’t die. He could feel his own fat ooze out of his stomach, but he continued to swim
with one arm. He could see a small speed boat bobbing only a few feet away. He could
make it, and he could try to drive back to San Jose. He could get his money and some
medical attention, everything was going to be ok, he thought. He gripped the boat and
started to pull himself on. He was almost onboard when he heard a crunch below him, was
the boat breaking beneath his weight? He got his one leg over and went to get his other
over, but it wouldn’t move. He started to pull his right leg hard, trying to free it. He then
gave it a mighty yank, and it came free, and he fell onboard. He looked down at his legs
and saw one leg and a bloody ragged stump. Oh shit, Nedry said to himself, he was surely
screwed now. As his body warmed up, he felt the horrendous pain in his missing leg and
he let out a blood-curdling scream. As he screamed, blood and mucus flowed from his
mouth, Nedry had practically broken down to tears. He tried to stand up, realizing he was
soon to be dead. He turned the key, trying to start the boat when he heard something
behind him. Something had been stowing away in the boat, and it was ready to kill him. It
gave out a soft hooting sound as Nedry tried to start the boat. He turned around and saw
a frill raise from its neck. It was a dilophosaur and it let out a horrifying rattling noise and
a glob of sticky foam hit him in the face.
“Help!!” Nedry screamed as his eyes started to burn like hell. He was scratching at
his face when something came crashing through the bottom of the boat, eating both Nedry
and the stowaway. There was a minute of combined human screams and rattling and then
everything went silent as the boat slowly sunk.
“So.. I told the man, I think you need a new roll!” Malcolm said, as he laid on a
makeshift bed in the conference room turned emergency room.
“Ian, are you alright?” Alan asked Ian as Wu and a doctor were cleaning up his
leg.
“Alan,” Ian said, and Grant acknowledged him, “I was almost trampled by a
Triceratops and almost eaten by a horrible smelling T-Rex and you ask me how I’m
feeling?”
Grant gave a soft chuckle, “I think he’s ok.” Grant had been friends with Ian since
their days in high school in Denver. Ian was even his best man, when Alan married
Kathryn. Now, seeing Ian sprawled out on a bed, bleeding from various cuts all over his
body just made Alan think.
“Ian?” Wu said, “Do you want something to bite on? This is going to hurt a little.”
Ian looked up, “After what’s just happen tonight, pain seems obsolete now.”
“Alright,” Wu said, “But don’t be pissed at me then.” Wu took a steel rod and was
measuring it.
“What are you doing?” Grant asked as Wu was working.
“That leg of his is pretty messed up,” Wu said, “We got to put a steel rod in to
straight it up. Atleast until a real doctor on the mainland can take a look at it.”
“Amputate it,” Malcolm said, “I’m not the Tin Man you know. You can’t just
order me a spare part or return me for that matter.” The men all chuckled and Wu started
sawing the rod.
“He’s had a heavy dosage of morphine,” said Wu, “He’ll be like that for awhile.
Dr. Grant, why don’t you run over to the Visitor Center and ask Mr. Hammond to get
over here.”
“Alright,” Grant said as he left the room.
The pitter patter of the rain on the roof had stopped ten minutes ago, but Dodgson
was still lying on the cold concrete. Before he’d blacked out, he’d manage to shove a table
infront of the hole. He sat up now, shaking his head. He had two cuts in his head now,
blood was dried onto his face. Baselton was dead, and that pudgy bastard was probably
gone with the money and embryos. Unless Nedry died before he got there. Nedry did run
off the opposite way and King and Peters would still be waiting at the private docks.
Dodgson dusted himself off and searched the shed. There was a small air pistol in the
corner and a stack of darts. Dodgson grabbed a cloth belt and loaded it with the darts, and
loaded the gun to the max with darts. If that damn Rex is out there, then he was going to
shoot it in the damn head. Dodgson opened the door, and saw that there was nothing
outside. There was fresh tire skids in the road thought, they looking like they had came
down here from the small road that went to the left of the tunnel. He started walking
down the road and he saw another shed and some fuel pumps and a dock and...... King’s
boat! Nedry hadn’t gotten to the docks after all, and now he could escape this horror.
Dodgson started running at full speed until he was at the shed. King was sitting in a chair
on the dock, quietly staring in the opposite direction.
“Dodgson, what took you so damn long?” King yelled, “and where is Nedry and
Baselton?”
Dodgson gained his breath and said, “Baselton is dead, and that fat son of a bitch
ran off. He left us to die with a T-Rex.”
“Do you have the embryos?” King said as Peters walked out from the small
building, he was zipping his pants up.
“What?! I told you, he abandoned us! I’ve been in a car crash and went smashing
into a building. He’s probably dead in the woods.” Dodgson yelled as he tossed the gun
and all the darts on the ground.
Peters picked the gun up and said, “Lewis, Lewis, Lewis, you piece of shit. This is
another operation you’ve blown. Now I’m not going to be quite so forgiving to you.”
With that said, Peters shot Dodgson once in his leg. The dart dug into Dodgson’s shin, as
a little bit of blood trickled from the small wound.
“Damn it Peters, I told you, it was Ned.....”, Dodgson said as he blacked out and
stumbled off the side of the dock, half in the water, and half on the land. Peters dropped
the pistol onto the dock and grinned. Suddenly, there was a beckoning roar and Peters and
King both turned around. A Rex was standing out in the road, just watching the two stand
there in fear, but then King made the deadly mistake of running, and it roared again and
charged forward at them.
“Start the boat, King!!” Peters yelled as he ran for the boat. The Rex was on the
dock in seconds and it’s jaws lunged at Peters and grabbed him by his flailing arm. The
Rex crunched into the arm, sending waves of pain to wash over Peters, and tossed him at
the building. The building crumbled at the force, and Peters’ body disappeared in the
rubble. King stumbled into the boat and ran for the ignition switch. He knew it was too
late when everything went black and something crunched into his mid-section. King
bellowed a painful death scream, but it was too late, and he was lifted into the air and bit
in half. The Rex walked away from the bloody fight.
Arnold was madly typing at the computer, trying to reboot the lines to the
mainland. Some of the other engineers were watching park monitors and other stuff. One
of the younger engineers walked up to Arnold.
“Mr. Arnold,” said the engineer, “Dr. Harding said that they have Sector 12 filled
and sealed.”
Arnold looked up, “Alright, thanks Tim.” Arnold stood up from his chair, putting
his cigarette out in a ash tray, while walking over to a set of computers. He took a seat in
front of them and brought up a screen, which showed the whole island, and a layout of the
park fences. Arnold clicked on a strip of fence, colored red, with small black numbers next
to it. A window came up, confirming if Arnold wanted to restore power to that section.
He clicked yes, and the strip turned blue. Arnold turned away from the computer, and
went back to Nedry’s workstation.
“Alright guys, careful, don’t want to traumatize him,” Muldoon said, as two of the
workers were placing Ed Regis, the park’s head of public relations, on a stabilizing
stretcher. They’d found him half-conscious, and bleeding profusely. Regis had been on the
same tour Grant had been on, but their car was farther ahead. Regis had been showing the
exhibits to two investors both of who were still missing and the workers would search the
area, until Arnold could bring the motion sensors back on. Meanwhile, Ludlow and ‘Doc’
McStevens; the island physician, who was competent enough, had managed to stop the
bleeding from the cuts all over Regis’ body. There was a deep dreadful roar echoing
through the night.
“Jesus Christ,” Ludlow groaned, “Alright, he’s loaded up. Take him to the Safari
Lodge.” The workers climbed in the truck and drove off.
“Alright, keep searching guys,” Muldoon said as he walked off into the jungle,
with a SPAS-12 shotgun slung over his shoulder.
The water was bashing up against Dodgson’s limp body. He was now coming
around, he was slowly breathing, his arm slowly reached for his shin. He gripped the dart
and ripped it out, he could feel the warmth flow across his leg. He slowly stood up and
crawl up onto the docks. He pulled himself to a chair and sat down, then he suddenly
noticed what happened here, he looked around the dock in shock. Dodgson could see
blood splattered all over the dock and the boat. The building in front of him was smashed
to pieces, and Peters was lying amidst the rubble. Peters’ arm was mangled to hell and his
thigh bone was sticking out of his leg, in a grotesque fashion. Peters looked to be in
absolute pain, and Dodgson grinned, he was clearly enjoying Peters in pain.
“Dodgson...... Help...,” Peters moaned as he tried to sit up, but he couldn’t move.
Dodgson saw King’s Beretta 9mm lying next to the building. Dodgson picked it up and
checked the gun, it was loaded.
“Peters, Peters, Peters, you piece of shit. You are trapped and I am going back San
Jose,” Dodgson said as he aimed the gun, right at Peters’ head.
“Dodgson, god damn it!” Peters yelled but he coughed in pain. And before he
could get another yell out, Dodgson shot him in the stomach, which caused Peters to grab
his stomach with his good arm, trying to scream, but blood just spewed across his face,
and his eyes locked on the gun barrel as Dodgson aimed it right at Peters’ forehead and
fired one shot, which blew the side of his head apart. Peters’ body just slumped over dead,
his head was now just a bloody mass. Dodgson climbed into the boat and tossed King’s
bloody remains out in to the water, started the boat and was out of there.
Grant was sitting in the semi-full cafeteria of the Visitor Center, it had been almost
full earlier, but Muldoon had called out a bunch of the workers to aid in a search for
Darrell Hughes, one of the investors, apparently they’d found Ken Some workers got up
and left, probably heading up to the bar in Portsmouth, the staff town. He had seen some
Jeeps pull in earlier and bring some injured staff into the lodge. Grant took a sip of his
coffee and closed his eyes.
“Oh Dr. Grant, I’m so glad I found you,” said John Hammond as he came walking
up. He grabbed some coffee and sat down.
“Good evening, Mr. Hammond,” Grant said as he rubbed his eyes.
“Now, I know this looks bad, but we have the park back online.” Hammond said
cheerfully, “Donald and Ross said they’d be considering to take another look. Now, would
you be considering to take another look?”
“Mr. Hammond,” Grant said, “I know you think this park is something special.
But, the fact of the matter is, you are losing people out there. You were careless.”
“Alan, Alan. Hiring Nedry was a mistake, we now know that. We should have ran
background checks. We are over-dependent on automation.”
“Damn it John!” Grant yelled, “Don’t you realize what is happening? People are
dying! Your grandchildren and your nephew have been out there. Your grandchildren
almost died and you saw this as some sort of error? You’ve breed dinosaurs here that
should have stayed extinct!” Grant stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, extremely
angered. Hammond just sat there at the table in shock.
Arnold was now finishing up on the phone debugging when his radio squeaked. He
picked it up and tuned it to the station. “Arnold here,” he said.
“This is Muldoon,” said the voice, “We got 5 casualties so far and it appears one
of those damn raptors got loose in the jungle.” A raptor is loose, that is very bad, Arnold
thought.
“How the hell did it get loose?” Arnold said.
“I’ve got no bloody clue, but we saw one moving around by the Dock
Maintenance Road,”
“Alright, I’ll keep a lookout for her.” Arnold said as he turned his radio off. He set
the animal tally to pick up one extra raptor out in the field. Arnold punched in a command
and the screens started flickering and now the wall looked like a vast jungle. Arnold
picked up the phone and dialed an outside line. He could hear a dial tone! But then
everything went static like a modem tone. “Son of a bitch,” Arnold yelled as he slammed
the phone down on the table.
Dodgson’s boat was running fine as he cruised past the enclosed bay. He was
about to go north and leave the island when he saw something floating next to the gate.
Dodgson pulled up to the gate and flashed a light over on the object. It was a Gillette
shaving cream can. Could that be the can he gave that piece of shit? Dodgson reached
over and grabbed the can. The can was frosted over, which was a good sign that it was the
can of embryos. He put it in the boat railing and saw something else floating near the gate.
Dodgson flashed his light and saw the horrifying remains of Dennis Nedry. The skin
around Nedry’s face was bubbled and red and his arm and chest were all the was left there
too. Dodgson backed up in fear, quickly enough to miss being chomped by a plesiosaur. It
hit the floor of the boat and knocked the can into the water. Dodgson hit to throttle and
sped from the bay, as the plesiosaur let out a roar.
“Muldoon,” Arnold said over the small hand-held radio. He looked at the lines of
command, nothing showing anything about a down phone line. Arnold hit some buttons
and brought up a communication status screen.
“Welcome to the InGen Communication Server,” the speakers blared. This was
technically an Internet Service Provider for the residents of California and Nevada regions.
It also hosted a multitude of genetic sites and dinosaur fan sites, including one, Dan’s JP
Site. Even thought InGen didn’t want to publicity to get out fast, Dan Finklestein was a
reliable webmaster who got millions of dinosaur fans anticipating this upcoming park, even
if they thought it was animatronic dinosaurs.
“Muldoon,” Arnold yelled into the hand-held. He waited a few minutes.... no
answer. Arnold went back to the computer and clicked on Server Status. The screen
showed that all sites were up and the chat server was online. Arnold hit a rapid succession
of keys and the screen blinked. Four new lines came up.
InGen Communication Server Status
Web Site Status: 100%
Chat Server: Online
Jurassic Park Power: Online
Site B Power: Online
Jurassic Park Comm Lines: Online
Site B Comm Lines: Online
“Arnold,” yelled Muldoon’s scrambled voice, “We got a horrible injury. Worker is
blinded from the dilophosaur venom, we need the antivenin.”
“Alright, where are you?” Arnold said as he walked over to the video monitors.
“About two miles west of the plesiosaur harbor,” Muldoon said.
“Alright, get to the pen, there should be a bottle of antivenin on the speed boat and
the west lighthouse,” Arnold said, “I’d stay off the dock thought, since I don’t know what
the fuck the plesiosaurs are doing.”
The water of the harbor had a light reddish tint to it as the headlights of the Jeep
hit the water. The Jeep drove down the dusty side road and they pulled up to the light
house and Muldoon stepped out. He raised his head, and sniffed the air, as if he could
almost sense death had taken place here. He looked over towards the dock, and noticed
the boat was missing.
“Where is the boat?” Muldoon said as he walked into the small guardhouse for the
lighthouse. Two workers walked onto the dock and towards the edge. One of them bent
down, and saw a rope that was tied around a pole, that was used to anchor the boat to the
dock. The rope was pulled taut and went underwater. He grabbed the rope and pulled, but
it wouldn’t budge.
“Julio,” said the smaller worker, “Go get Senor Muldoon!” Julio turned around
and was walking off the dock, when it he heard a splash of water, he turned around to see
the worker pulled off the dock by an unseen monster. Julio just stood in shock, as he saw
that a plesiosaur was coming right for him. He just stood there as it pulled him into the
water.
Terry Harrison’s Jeep pulled up to the south entrance to Portsmouth and Terry got
out. Terry Harrison was the lead animal handler for the park, and known on the island as
“Harpoon” Harrison, a name he’d picked up while wrestling alligators down in Florida.
“Hey Greenwood!” he yelled to a man drinking a beer and watching TV in a small room
above the gate.
Harold Greenwood looked out, “Yeah, I’m opening it!” Harold hit a red button
and the gate hummed to life. Harold waved to Harrison and went back to the television.
Terry got into the jeep and pulled into the city and drove towards the Staff
Operation Center.
“Uhhh,” Ian Malcolm moaned, he was lying on the bed in his room, which Wu and
another man had moved him into. His shirt was open, exposing a big white bandage on his
torso. His leg was wrapped up in a thick blanket. Malcolm had never been in such pain,
since that time back in high school, when he got beat up by the star quarterback for
preaching chaos theory to him. Grant had been there to save him then, and Grant was
there tonight, to save him from death. He never got a chance to pay Alan back then, and
now he owed him twice. Malcolm then drifted off in a sleep. Henry Wu was typing
something on his laptop and drinking a cup of coffee. There was a deep snarl from outside
of the small room, coming from the close forest.
“What was that?” Wu said, grabbing a modified SPAS-12 off a table. It was
modified to shoot 12-gauge slugs with darts attached to the tip, that would inject a
dinosaur with a tranquilizer. He opened the door and walked into the hall. He walked to
the small exit that lead down the path to the pool area. He flipped on the gun’s flashlight
and walked outside. This area was almost pitch black, except for the quartz light off to the
right, and the soft, green lights in the pool and hot tub. Wu raised the gun, skimming the
ground, looking for whatever was out there. Something was out here, maybe a loose
gallimimus or hadrosaur. Crazy talk, Wu mumbled, the gallis and hadros would never
wander this way. Then it to be a ........ Something grabbed Wu by his leg and yanked him
down. Wu squeezed the trigger but the dart shot off into the night. Wu tried to let out a
scream but he was dragged off into the jungle quickly, and then everything was silent
again, except for Wu’s shotgun, which sat on the concrete.
Dawn was cracking over the horizon as Dodgson slowly drove towards the city
harbor, BioSyn screwed Dodgson bad on this operation and that fat fuck Nedry was in on
it also. BioSyn will pay when I blow up the labs on the island. If I can get those embryos,
I’ll be taking bids from all the top genetic firms. Dodgson could see the harbor, and the
damage that the storm had caused, it had capsized the S.S. Anne, and the docks were now
ten feet under. The park boats were floating around the harbor, some sinking. Looks like
I’ll be docking on the other side, Dodgson said to himself. Dodgson hit the throttle and
pulled off.
“Well,” Arnold said, lighting a cigarette, “Wu is missing. And so is a bunch of our
workers. Captain Farrell and his crew are dead from the storm, for sure. Nedry is probably
not coming back, we can assume. And five of tourists are still unaccounted for, plus we
have who knows how many dead workers.”
“Which tourists are still out there?” said Kelly Jackson, the head zookeeper, a real
nature lover, who had picked up the nickname ‘Jaws’ back in college. Probably for his
love of swimming.
“Let’s see,” Arnold said, letting the smoke out, “Anthony Turner, Kristen Potts,
Senator Dennis Rantford, Steve Francis, and Chris Mulcahy.”
“Turner can probably rough it out there,” Jackson said, “I’ll bet you anything he’s
alive.”
The radio squeaked, “Arnold. Go to camera 54-B3”
“Alright,” Arnold said, hitting the keys. The picture came up, Muldoon standing
next the a slumped body, next to the corpse was a nest of eggs, many were hatched.
“It’s Anthony Turner,” Muldoon said, picking the body up.
“Still want to bet Jaws?” Arnold said to Jackson. Jackson grabbed his hat and
walked out. “Jackson is coming to help you out.”
“Jesus christ,” said Harding, seeing the slumped body of Turner. Dr. Anthony
Turner had been a reknown paleontologist, nicknamed ‘T-Rex’, for that was the dinosaur
he specialized in. He had be well-known, up until the moment he had his intestines ripped
out through his back, buy a dinosaur. It was probably a velociraptor, most likely. But
those eggs weren’t raptors, since they stuck to warm, dark areas.
“What the hell is going on?” Ross said from the corner.
“Isn’t it obvious, Mr. Ross,” Arnold said, turning to him, “Dr. Malcolm and Dr.
Grant were right... the dinosaurs are breeding on this island.”
7/18/2002 11:57:01 PM
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