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The Island - Jurassic Park - Part One
By Seth Rex
Reader’s Disclaimer: Before reading this, take note that this is a sequel to only the first Jurassic Park film directed by Steven Spielberg and written by David Koepp. We are ignoring The Lost World: Jurassic Park and Jurassic Park 3 and doing our own version to the storyline sequels. Also, for reference to locations on Isla Sorna, look to the map of Sorna in The Lost World novel by Michael Crichton. Sorna will, for this story, look like that map so the story will be taking place throughout that map setting. The only additions will be that there is now a hidden Pteranodon Aviary up in the cliffs above the Valley in the Northwestern corner of the map, and there is an aquatic facility in the forest behind the InGen labs.
Prologue: International Spy for Hire
He was breathing heavily as he quickly ran down the long, bright hallway. There was the constant, annoying sound of a horrible alarm system going off all around the hall. A gun was fired from somewhere behind him as he ducked the bullet and turned a corner going down a completely different hallway. He quickly checked several doors as he went down. All of them were locked. He neared an exit and sighed with relief as he opened the door. It was an exit to a stairwell.
“Bloody fantastic,” the man said with a snarl.
“There he is!” someone behind the man said. The man turned to see that it was one of the guards. Three other guards were with him as well as two scientists in lab coats. The man slammed the door and rushed down the steps quickly. He looked back up as he heard the door above open again. The sound of footsteps going down the steps coming toward him was easily heard. He sighed and just kept going.
A door on a different floor is opened. The man rushed out of the door and quickly checked the nearest door. It was actually unlocked! He jumped inside and slammed the door. Safe inside, he locked the door and leaned back on it as he looked around the room. There was thankfully no one inside with him. All that was present were computers. The man was instantly intrigued as he started over to look at them. There were InGen logos as screen savers on all of the screens. He pressed the keys on the nearest keyboard and a password came up instantly. He smirked as he pulled out his wallet, opened it, and pulled out a small piece of paper.
“Thank you, Lew.” The man said as he finished typing.
* * *
A tall, skinny Chinese man in a lab coat was taking notes on a pad in his office. The two scientists that had been assisting the three guards with trying to catch the man walked into the office. The Chinese man looked to them and frowned.
“Well?” the Chinese man asked.
“We’ve lost sight of him, Dr. Wu.” One of the scientists said.
Wu sighed. “I told Hammond months ago that the security in this place should’ve been upgraded months ago. After the fiasco on Nublar and the hurricane on Sorna this company has become more and more vulnerable. I have not been able to express to him enough how badly other genetics companies want to gain our technology. A hostile take over has been in the works as well.”
“Do you believe the vandal has something to do with the take over, doctor?” the second scientist asked.
“There’s no way to know for sure until our security cameras are analyzed to get a facial match on our intruder.”
Suddenly there was a loud beeping noise from Wu’s computer. He rushed over to it and looked at the screen. He smiled evilly.
“Our friend is still in the building,” Wu said. “He’s trying to access our computer database.”
“Source?” asked first scientist.
“Still pinpointing,” Wu replied. “He’s trying to figure out who Hammond’s wanting to survey Isla Sorna.”
“But that operation is classified!” the second scientist exclaimed.
“Just because it’s classified doesn’t mean that it can’t be revealed,” Wu informed. The computer made another loud beep. Wu smiled again. “He’s on sub level B in the computer electronics lab. Go!”
Both scientists run out of the office.
“Got you now, you son of a bitch.” Henry Wu sat down with glee on his face.
* * *
A printer charged up as the man pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. After an answer the man smiled.
“Dr. Dodgson, it’s Ed James. I found the information you were seeking. I hope it was worth it for you... yes, they know I’m here... they’ll probably be on me shortly... extreme measures... will do. See you tomorrow, Dr. Dodgson.”
The man hung up the phone just as the two scientists walked into the room with guns raised. James looked at them and smiled.
“Where are your three pit bulls that shoot first and ask questions later?” James asked.
“Just put the documents down and come with us,” the first scientist said.
“You know, it’s pretty bad when a company has to use their scientists as the extra security in this dump. You guys aren’t going under, are you?”
“I’m sure you would know about that since you’re helping our enemies,” the second scientist said.
James rolled his eyes. “Technically, friend, I’m free lance. If you can give me larger money then my current employer, I’ll gladly hand over the documents.”
Both of the scientists hesitated. They’d apparently never fired a gun before. James sighed, disappointed.
“I just can’t find a good challenge these days,” James said. He quickly reached around his back and pulled a gun out of his jeans. He fired the gun twice toward both scientists, hitting them dead on. James smiled and started out of the room.
Ed James emerged from the InGen Corporate Headquarters building. The alarms were still blaring. James rushed toward the fence and began climbing as the three guards came around the corner. They noticed James too late as he made it to the top of the fence and jumped down to the ground, surprisingly landing on his feet. James gave the guards a wave and a nod before continuing his run into the darkness of night.
An Interesting Venture
She opened the door to her house. She walked in and closed the door. She then took her jacket off and yawned. It was 8:00 PM and she was ready for bed. Alexandra Reynolds walked through her hallway to her bedroom and walked in. She undressed and got into her nightgown. She then lay on her bed and smiled. She had just come back from a trip to the hospital to visit her sick mother and couldn’t keep her eyes open for another second. She worried about her mother often. She seemed to be getting worse as the days rolled on. There was much rumor through the rest of the family that she wouldn’t live much longer. Suddenly the phone rang. She sighed and picked it up.
“Hello?” she said.
“Alexandra? It’s Samuel. I need to talk to you. It’s about something I found,” Samuel said through the receiver of the phone.
“Can it wait? I just got home and need some sleep,” Alexandra said.
“It’s eight at night though. Surely your not going to bed that early?” Samuel noted.
“Yeah but I’ve been doing a lot today. Gotta get up early tomorrow,” Alexandra said.
“Ok, but listen. After work tomorrow, come over to my house and we’ll talk. I’ve got something to show you,” Samuel said. “It’s a cool new business proposition if you will.
“Oh, I just love your business propositions,” Alexandra teased with a smile. “I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone and went to sleep.
The next day, she awoke and got ready for work. She wondered what Samuel had to show her, and for the entire day she dwelled on it. She had a hard time concentrating on work because of it. She was an editor at a local newspaper by day and the editor for movie documentaries by night as it were. Samuel had gotten her into that sort of thing. She had always been skeptical about being a part of his strange adventures. One of their last ones had landed them in a jail in South America for a month. It wasn’t a pretty time in her life and she was just happy that she still had a job to come home to after it was all said and done.
At the end of the workday, she got to her car and got in. She thought for a second what could possibly be so important that they had to meet today. She decided just to shrug it off and go to the meeting. She drove over and parked in Samuel’s driveway. There was another car there that she recognized as Luke and Jessie’s. Luke and Jessie were documentary makers. This made Alexandra wonder just a bit about what was about to be shown to her if they were here. She walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and Samuel Driscoll dragged her inside.
“Glad your here. You won’t believe what I’ve found,” Samuel said.
She sat in the living room. She didn’t know what to say. She was there purely out of interest. Jessie and Luke were sitting opposite her in separate chairs. Samuel was somewhere in the house. He was going to show them something and it seemed pretty obvious that he was excited about this. Samuel was a director. He directed and that was his goal in life. So was he going to film something? Luke and Jessie Wilkins were here so that meant that he had something he wanted to film. A piece of paper fluttered across her face. She looked up at him.
“I was given this by someone at the bar on Main Street.
“Now, Samuel,” Jessie teased. “You know better then to talk to strangers. Didn’t your parents teach you that?”
“Cute, Jessie. This is for real.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is, but I have yet to figure out if you’re real.”
“Come on, Jess,” Luke said. “Don’t mind her. She was sick last night. Couldn’t really sleep because of it... She kept me up too from all of her whining.”
“Shut up, Lucas.” Jessie said, getting irritated.
“You know not to call me Lucas, babe.”
“And you know not to call me babe, but you do it anyway, Lucas.”
“Are you children done now? I still have a proposition here to make. Now, like I was saying before, an old man gave me this. He says it’s real.
He opened up the piece of paper to reveal a map. The map was of an island. Alexandra took a look at the map and looked at the name on the top.
“Isla Sorna?” she asked.
“Yeah that’s the island’s name. Apparently the wildlife there is fantastic. Just think. A real lost world!” Samuel said. Alexandra considered the possibilities. She took the map and took a look for herself.
“This island seems to be owned by people. It has roads and facilities,” Alexandra said.
“Yeah some guy named John Hammond owned it. He’s the guy that gave me the map,” Samuel said.
“What can we expect to find on this island?” Jessie asked.
“Dinosaurs,” Samuel replied.
“Real ones?” Luke asked, not believing.
“I doubt it. Dinosaurs are extinct,” Alexandra said. “It’s probably something like those rides at Universal Studios.”
“Let’s prove otherwise,” Samuel said. “Let’s go there and film the wildlife. That’s what he wants us to do there. He wants a real life documentary on the wildlife on Isla Sorna. Said that it’d be perfect for keeping the island preserved,” Samuel said.
“Wait a second here,” Alexandra said, trying to absorb everything. “This complete stranger walked up to some random person wanting him to document some far of island in where?
“Costa Rica,” Samuel replied. “Well, about 200 miles off the coast of. He came to me, because he knows my work. He has seen the documentaries that we have put together in the past. He was especially fascinated with our tour of the Galapagos Islands.”
“I’m sure he was,” Alexandra said sarcastically.
“You don’t believe that this man is for real, do you?” Samuel asked.
“I can’t say that I do or that I don’t,” Alexandra said. “My problem here is that he could be baiting us here. For all we know, he’s some joker that we caused an accidental scandal over with one of our documentaries, and don’t you dare say that it hasn’t happened before either. It’s happened many times. Crime lords have been brought down, businesses have shut down, and so on. This guy could be one of those we robbed of their way of life. Doesn’t that scare you a little?”
“Not really,” Samuel replied. “I’ve done my research on this guy. You don’t have to worry yourself.”
“So who is this guy anyway then?” Luke asked.
“John Parker Hammond is the owner and CEO of InGen Bioengineering in Palo Alto, California. His company was...”
“The focus on a scandal last year, because of some secretive operations in Costa Rica...” Alexandra finished, almost to herself.
“Exactly!” Samuel expressed happily.
“Oh, yeah.” Jessie said. “I remember some Malcolm guy was trying to discredit them after a trip to some island where people died.”
Alexandra looked to Jessie with a hint of fear in her face. “So John Hammond wants you to film the island and its creatures?” she asked.
“That’s the plan,” Samuel replied. “Believe it or not, your Malcolm celebrity is a top priority guy for Hammond. He’s planning on asking him to join us if willing. Since he’s dealt with this kind of thing before, he’ll be our guide of sorts. There’s also a Richard Levine coming along. He’ll be our resident Paleontologist. Hammond says he comes highly recommended” Samuel took the map and folded it up.
“So when do we leave?” asked Luke.
“We leave in one week. Alexandra, I need you to speak to Mr. Hammond about the situation,” Samuel said. “You have always been our PR person and well, you’re more of the business type then myself.”
Alexandra looked up to him. “I guess I can handle it,” she said.
Many Meetings
Dr. Richard Levine entered the Global Scientific Summit Convention at Peeking. He smiled as he looked around at all of the scientists that he was sharing a room with at the moment. His excitement increased further as a noticed a man in a brown fedora and blue button down shirt.
“Perfect,” Levine whispered as he began walking over to the man in the fedora. He sat down at the bar where he was sitting at, drinking a Long Island Iced Tea. Levine looked to the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having.”
The man with the fedora looked over to Levine. Obviously it was Dr. Alan Grant he was sitting beside. Grant narrowed his eyes. “Hey, don’t I know you?”
“I surely hope so,” Levine said smiling. “I was the man at your lecture in Berkley last month asking all the questions.”
“That’s right,” Grant said snapping his finger. “Sitting on the front row, right?”
“That’s right, Dr. Grant,” Levine said. “Dr. Richard Levine, Paleontologist like yourself. It’s good to see you again.”
Grant shook Levine’s hand. “So what brings you to Peeking?”
“Dinosaurs, my friend,” Levine replied.
“Well, that’s obvious,” Grant said. “We’re both Paleontologists after all.”
“Agreed,” Levine said. “How’s Dr. Sattler?”
“You know Ellie?”
“Of course. I had her for my final Paleobotany lectures at Santa Fe.”
“Really? Was she good?”
“As good as any apprentice of Alan Grant’s could possibly be, I would guess.”
“Thanks for the complement. Ellie’s at one of our digs in Montana. She didn’t want to come out here, and frankly, I don’t blame her. I’ve never been so bored in my entire life. I’m hoping I can at least get a small buzz over here. Maybe it’ll calm my nerves.”
Levine laughed. “I can understand that.... Listen, Dr. Grant, I didn’t come over here to just talk small talk now. I have a very important question for you.”
“Shoot,” Grant said smiling.
“Do you believe dinosaurs still exist?”
Grant had a completely emotionless face toward this. It was hard for Levine to read. “Of course not. You’d be talking about a Lost World. Such a place doesn’t exist.”
“Are you sure?” Levine asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be? A Lost World is a scientific impossibility. Remnants of the past would be unable to survive in our lifetime.”
“You seem so certain for a man that saw them just last year on an island in Costa Rica.” Levine smiled. Grant still remained emotionless, showing no shock or concern at all.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dr. Levine.”
“I heard a rumor that you, Dr. Ian Malcolm, and a few others went to an InGen owned island last year. A few people died and the survivors kept quiet, except Dr. Malcolm. He speaks highly of you, you know? He says you were a real hero on that island.”
“I don’t know an Ian Malcolm,” Grant stated coldly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”
“I’m sorry too,” Levine said coldly. “You know, InGen has no control over you. Dr. Malcolm is still alive and walking and he told the truth to the world. You should think about that. Keeping all of those secrets bottled up inside can really change a man. Just look at John Hammond, the CEO of InGen. I heard he went nuts after his little experiment went down. Keep that in mind.” Levine took out a card and handed it to Grant. “Call me if you change your mind. I’ll be waiting.”
Levine stood up and left. Grant looked at the card for a second and then ripped it up, throwing it the floor. He took another swig of his drink and sighed.
* * *
The clicking of cowboy boots was heard as a man clad in complete black walked into a large, elegant bedroom. He closed the door behind him and pulled his black sunglasses off to reveal the face of Dr. Ian Malcolm. He frowned as he looked over to John Parker Hammond, sitting at his desk, writing a note with a ball point pen. Hammond looked up to Malcolm with his glasses titled on his nose. Hammond smiled as he stood up, taking his amber topped cane as he hobbled over.
“It’s so good to see you once more, my friend,” Hammond stated.
“Cut the pleasantries, John,” Malcolm said coldly. “We’ve never been friends and I don’t plan on starting a friendship with you now.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, especially since things haven’t been going well for you at the Santa Fe Institute,” Hammond said raising an eyebrow.
Malcolm stepped forward, crossing his arms. He stopped eye to eye with the old man. He seemed to be staring a hole into Hammond’s head.
“And just what would you know of my problems at Santa Fe?” Malcolm asked suspicion in his voice.
Hammond chuckled, slightly evilly as he walked over to a wet bar. “I know everything there is to know about the survivors of the Isla Nublar Incident. I’ve made it my hobby to keep up with everyone’s achievements, disasters, political standings, and even their breaking of InGen formal agreements. Would you like something to drink?”
“What I would like is to be left alone,” Malcolm said.
Hammond turned back around after pouring a glass of wine. “You should’ve thought of that before you went to the press with what happened.”
“We’ve been over this before, John,” Malcolm stated. “The people of the world have a right to know that you were playing God and making a mockery of the scientific community.”
“Poppycock!” Hammond commented with shock in his voice as he threw the glass of wine on the ground.
Malcolm smiled. “You don’t need liquor at your age anyway.”
Hammond tried to calm himself down as he breathed deeply. “I shouldn’t excite myself like that, Ian. You know better. I have...”
“Diabetes, I know,” Malcolm said bored. “Tell me something that I don’t already know, old man.”
Hammond smirked. “That would be the reason I brought you here. I have an expedition for you.”
“If it involves dinosaurs, forget it.”
“Why, Ian? Too afraid?”
“I fear nothing.”
“I sense the fear in you.”
“I don’t have time for this.” Malcolm turned around and started for the door.
“There’s another island,” Hammond said. Malcolm stopped and turned around in shock. Hammond chuckled. “I knew that would peak your attention.”
“Another island?”
“About 30 or so miles Northwest of Nublar. Isla Sorna. Our Site B.”
“Why are you telling me this? I could inform the press. You know the power I have with them.”
“Oh, yes. The power to make them believe even further how crazy you are. Tell me, Ian, do you know why you were never shipped off to the loony bin? I stopped them from doing so.”
“Because you know the truth and that I’m not crazy. Why should that surprise me?”
“It shouldn’t surprise you, Ian, but it should make you realize that you owe me your life.”
“So just shoot me and get it over with. I’m unarmed.”
“I want you to go on this expedition for me.”
“Not a chance.”
“I’ve asked your friend Richard Levine to lead a team of documentarians to Sorna to document the animals and goings on there. It would be nice if they had someone there that had dealt with the InGen animals before.”
“Then get Alan Grant. Leave me in peace.”
“Grant doesn’t owe me.”
“I don’t owe you shit, Hammond.”
“Would you like for me to call the Proctor Asylum? We’ll see if they agree.”
“You’ve become a real monster in the past year.”
“Losing my life long dream because of your ill fated Chaos Theory and a fat man with the agenda of selling my company’s secret embryos to a rival company will do that sort of thing to you, Dr. Malcolm.”
“You’re crazy,” Malcolm stated. “Do you even understand the catastrophic domino effect that you’re setting up here? You have no idea what you’re dealing with, John.”
“I want to know that my creations haven’t been created for nothing,” Hammond said angrily. “I must know that my life’s work was not in vain. My grandchildren and my daughter supported what I stood for and I won’t have them ridiculed when I’m gone because of my failures. You will go on this expedition, because if you don’t, I have a list of your three children and their whereabouts in the world. I hope you get my drift here so I don’t have to go on.”
Malcolm’s eyes became enlarged. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The old man had finally gone insane. It was apparent that Hammond was the one that belonged in Proctor Asylum. There was nothing that Malcolm could do. He had to go on this trip.
“Fine, John,” Malcolm sighed. “I guess you’ve made an offer that I cannot refuse.”
* * *
In a restaurant in town, Lewis Dodgson sat in a booth. He took a drag of his cigarette as he looked at all of the people eating around him. He was currently waiting for someone to arrive so he could begin a business meeting. Dodgson wasn’t much for patience but in his business, patience was required. Ed James, the man that invaded InGen, arrived and sat down. He had a folder with him.
“I got the names and pictures of the 6 people going to the island,” James said. He handed Dodgson the folder and Dodgson took a look at the list of names. He then saw each of the pictures and stopped at the picture of Alexandra. He looked at it for a moment, almost as if recognizing her. He then went back to the picture of Ian Malcolm.
“He was on Nublar last year,” Dodgson said with shock.
“Indeed,” James nodded. “Dr. Ian Malcolm, Mathematician and self proclaimed Chaotician.”
“Makes you wonder why he’d even go to Site B,” Dodgson said. “If I remember correctly, he had a pretty bad leg injury. Almost died from it actually.”
“Apparently he’s friends with Dr. Richard Levine, the Paleontologist on the trip,” James said.
“And the documentary crew?” asked Dodgson.
“They’re there mostly to film the wildlife. I sure hope they know what they’re getting into,” James replied smiling.
* * *
The time finally came for Alexandra to visit the Hammond residence. Samuel had given her the directions to the house and she had made it a point to call before arriving. She drove up the driveway and parked the car. She got out and walked to the door. She knocked a few times and waited. A butler appeared at the door.
“To whom may I say is visiting?” the butler asked.
“My name is Alexandra. I’m here to see Mr. Hammond,” she said gently. The butler nodded and let her in. She followed him to an office and he left her there at the closed door to where she could hear loud voices from inside.
“You simply do not understand the ramifications of what you’re trying to do here, John. This is going to be a chaotic disaster. I agreed to go on this trip, but I’m not going to enjoy it,” Malcolm said.
“Well that is your opinion, Dr. Malcolm and I am more than satisfied with the fact that you are going,” Hammond said.
“Chaos rules when it comes to your creations,” said Malcolm. “I hope you understand what you’re trying to do here is wrong.” The door opened and he stepped out. Alexandra looked at him as he left, and turned in time to see Hammond at the door.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be, don’t be. Come on inside. We must talk,” Hammond said. Hammond led her to his desk where they both sat down. She was nervous. This was the first time meeting the money man that was going to fund the expedition they were going on so she had all the right in the world to be nervous.
“Samuel says that you’re quite the documentary editor,” said Hammond.
“I work for an editing company, yes. I’ve worked with Samuel on a few of his films,” Alexandra said.
“He chose you for that exact reason I assume,” Hammond asked.
“I would assume so,” Alexandra replied.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Dinosaurs are quite the creatures to behold. I want the best film makers to document them,” Hammond said.
“Are they real?” asked Alexandra.
“Why of coarse they’re real. I wouldn’t want fake dinosaurs in a documentary about what is meant to be real. Surely you’ve heard of Jurassic Park before?” asked Hammond.
“I remember Dr. Malcolm’s news interviews,” Alex stated.
Hammond chuckled. “It’s amazing what that man will do to get funding. It backfired of course, but you can’t blame him for trying.”
“Was all of it true?” Alexandra asked. “The killings?”
Hammond sighed. “It was all very unfortunate. I lost three good men that weekend, even if they were all pains in my ass at times. However, the reason I want to do all of this is because I own a second island that hasn’t had the chance to be documented after it was hit with a hurricane just a few months after the park on Nublar shut down. That island has never been properly documented, and I’m talking about the wildlife, the different species, and the island itself. That is why I am prepared to send a crew there to do just that,” Hammond explained.
She listened. She then considered the possibilities of such a journey. The risks involved in documenting some of the creatures of Isla Sorna must’ve been high.
“And how are we getting to the island?” asked Alexandra.
“You’re to take a ship that I’ve prepared for you. Your director friend has all the details,” Hammond replied.
Alexandra walked out the door to the Hammond estate and walked toward her car. She was going to be going on an adventure that she hadn’t dreamed of. But now as she looked back at the Hammond Estate, she wondered just what she had gotten herself into. She got into her car and got her cell phone. She dialed the phone number of Samuel Driscoll. Alexandra waited for Samuel to pick up and he did.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Hello Samuel, it’s Alexandra,” she said.
“Ah, how are you?” he asked.
“Alright. I just had my meeting with John Hammond,” Alexandra replied.
“And how did it go?” asked Samuel.
“It went ok. He told me about the ship we’ll be taking,” Alexandra replied.
“Yeah I’ll have to give you the information about that,” Samuel said, and he did so. She wrote down the notes on a piece of paper she had in the car.
“Ok I’ll talk to you later,” Alexandra said.
“You bet,” Samuel said and hung up. She hung up her cell phone and put it in the passenger’s seat. She then started the car up and drove off.
The Voyage
That night Alexandra took off all her clothes. She got into the water and slowly began to bathe. This bath was much needed and she knew it. Her body was tense with the knowledge of what was to come in the next few days. She was ready to scream, with all the tension that had built up in her since her meeting with John Hammond. She was going to an island to film dinosaurs owned by a Genetics corporation. She was really getting into the bath when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and pressed the accept button.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Hello, Ms. Reynolds. This is Dr. Richard Levine. I’m sorry to bother you at this hour of the night...” Levine replied.
“That’s alright. How did you get this number?” Alexandra said.
“I got it from John Hammond. Just wondering if you’re prepared for the trip tomorrow,” Levine said.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Alexandra said. She figured that this was just his way of getting in contact with her to prepare for the trip.
“Are you nervous?” Levine asked.
“I guess so. Just a little,” Alexandra replied.
“It’s natural. A journey as big as this is, is always something to be nervous about. I myself didn’t believe it until I had a conversation with Ian Malcolm over the situation. It was interesting to tell you the truth. I’ll be showing you the dinosaurs of Isla Sorna after all,” Levine said. “It will be a real treat for a Paleontologist, like myself, to look upon the marvel of the majestic creatures that roam the island.”
“I’m sure it will be, Dr. Levine,” Alexandra said. She didn’t seem all that interested in what Levine had to say however. She was more worried about what exactly was going to transpire on the trip. “Listen, I’m in the middle of bath and I was going to go to bed afterwards. Is it alright if we continue going over the details on the trip down?”
“Certainly, Ms. Reynolds,” Levine said. “You are just a Miss correct?”
“Yes,” Alexandra replied. “There’s no Mister.”
“Alright then,” Levine said. “I’ll see you bright and early then. I can’t wait to meet you. Have a lovely evening.”
“Same to you.” Alexandra pressed the end button and placed the phone on the floor. She sank down into the tub and relaxed.
* * *
Ian Malcolm stood at the dock watching the sun rise. He sighed as he put on a pair of sunglasses and then put his hands in his pockets.
“And here I thought you wore your sunglasses at night as well,” came the voice of Levine behind him.
Malcolm turned around and looked at Levine, carrying several suitcases. He raised his eyebrow. “You don’t know how to pack light, do you, Richard?”
Levine laughed. “I don’t think I ever learned how to, and besides, this time the majority of these cases are carrying equipment.”
“You planning on taking over Fort Knox?” Malcolm asked.
“Ian, we’re going to study and document animals of our prehistoric past,” Levine informed. “We have to be prepared for every instance.”
Malcolm shook his figure at Levine. “Actually we’re going to see genetic clones of creatures of the past that aren’t exactly the real thing.”
“Oh, you mean the frog DNA anomalies,” Levine said. “That is no concern of mine. I’m a Paleontologist and despite the insignificant changes in the DNA sequences, I intend to enjoy myself and make this trip worthwhile.”
“Good luck with that, Richard.” Malcolm turned back to the rising sun. Levine placed his bags on the wooden dock and moved over to stand beside the Mathematician.
“I’ve never been up early enough to watch the sun rise before today,” Levine stated. “It surely is a beautiful sight.”
“You should see it set,” Malcolm said sarcastically. “It’s riveting.”
Levine turned to face Malcolm with sadness in his eyes. “You’re not very excited I take it...”
“That’s the understatement of the century,” Malcolm implied, crossing his arms.
“I sense that you’re worried about something,” Levine said, placing a hand on Malcolm’s shoulder.
“You would be right, oh wise and powerful leader,” Malcolm said, rolling his eyes.
Levine sighed. “What is it?”
“You mean besides going to an island where there will be loose dinosaurs rooming around everywhere just waiting to feast on us like a human buffet?” Malcolm asked, turning to look at Levine annoyed.
“You worry too much,” Levine stated taking his hand off of Malcolm’s shoulder.
“Have I ever shown you my scar?” Malcolm asked, looking back out to the sky. “You’d know what I felt if you were the one that had nearly been turned into snack food for a Tyrannosaurus Rex.”
“Do you always have to bring up the past, Ian?” Levine asked, raising an eyebrow.
“When it comes to InGen, yes I do,” Malcolm replied. “What you fail to understand here though is that we’re just a bunch of observers going on a dangerous mission with no firepower. A Paleontologist, a Chaotician, a documentary director, a documentary editor, and two camera people..... What does that tell you?”
“That we’re going to have one hell of a party?” Levine joked.
Malcolm sighed. “Scratch the Paleontologist and make that a comedian.”
“I could say the same about you, Johnny Cash,” Levine said smiling.
“Richard, does it not perturb you that we’re going to this island without any firepower? How about some commandos to watch our backs? Nothing. We get absolutely nothing of the sort.”
“Why would we need them when we have an InGen expert to watch our backs for us?” Levine asked. “You’re so paranoid, you’d be watching from all sides anyway.” Levine laughed.
“I don’t find the humor here,” Malcolm said annoyed.
“Lighten up, Ian,” Levine said. “You’re on vacation now. It’s time to live a little.”
“All before I die a whole lot I guess,” Malcolm said removing himself from the conversation as he started up the ramp to the boat. Levine stood there sighing. He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his bags.
* * *
Alexandra looked in the mirror to check her hair, and face. She was making sure that she had everything set and ready to go when she met the two new members of her team. Samuel was going to be picking her up in his van. She knew that this trip was going to be an amazing event for her. She just couldn’t help wondering what dangers lied on an island full of dinosaurs that would be roaming free of any cages. She then walked out and grabbed her suitcase and a backpack. She walked to the door and looked over her house. She walked outside and there was the van. She walked over to the van and Samuel popped open the trunk. Alexandra put her bags in the trunk and closed the door. Alexandra then got into the passenger’s side and closed the door.
“Are you ready for the trip?” asked Samuel.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” she replied. Alexandra smiled at the others and stuck her thumb up in the air. Jessie chuckled and Samuel backed the van out of the parking lot. The car drove at the limit, and Samuel kept his eyes on the road the whole way.
“So what are we going to be filming with?” asked Luke.
“Well, I hear we’re getting top quality equipment from Mr. Hammond,” replied Samuel.
“And where is this equipment coming from?” asked Jessie.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell I always say,” Samuel said. “As long as the equipment is free, why bother worrying about the small stuff, right?”
The van pulled up to the dock and parked in a parking spot. They got out and grabbed their bags from the trunk. Alexandra felt nervous now. She was definitely excited as she looked at the different ships docked at the pier. She looked and wondered which one was theirs. Samuel walked up to her and smiled.
“Adventure waits for us, Alexandra. Can’t you feel it?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, I can feel it,” Alexandra replied. Jessie and Luke walked up to them. It was now that Alexandra could see the man that was at Hammond’s estate, standing on one of the ships. That obviously had to be theirs. And sure enough, Samuel began walking toward that ship. The ship’s name was the Venture. Samuel walked toward the boat and was followed by Alexandra, Luke, and Jessie. Samuel looked up and saw Ian Malcolm standing near the railing of the ship.
“Hey up there,” Samuel called up to him. Ian Malcolm looked down.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Is this the USS Venture?” asked Samuel.
“Yeah, who’s asking?” replied Malcolm.
“We’re the documentary film makers hired by John Hammond,” said Samuel. Malcolm nodded his head and waved them aboard. Malcolm called a few crewmembers over to them and the crewmembers helped Alexandra and her friends with their bags. Alexandra took a look around and wondered over to the front of the ship. There she stood for a little while before heading below deck to find her cabin thanks to a crewmember.
Alexandra walked into the crew cabin and smiled. It was what she had imagined it to be… kind of small and cramped but not too much. She sat down on her bed and wondered out to a window that she had near the bed. The sea was interesting. She was going to be out there for at least a day that she knew of. And they would be arriving at Isla Sorna at night time, at which time they’d spend the night on the ship and row to land in the morning. A crewmember walked up to the cabin and knocked on the door. She looked to him.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Dr. Malcolm wants to meet with you and your crew,” the crewmember said. “I will take you to where they are meeting.” Alexandra nodded her head and got up. She then went with the crewmember down the hallway and through a few more halls before they reached a crew quarters that was big enough for a meeting. Malcolm was sitting in a chair, and Levine was standing up, leaning on a wall. The rest of her friends were sitting down as well.
“Well, uh if we can all be seated, we can start this little meeting,” Malcolm said. Alexandra took a seat and smiled. Ian Malcolm then stood up and noted everyone that was here.
“Well, I’m Dr. Ian Malcolm, resident Mathematician and self-proclaimed Chaotician on this little expedition, and this is Dr. Richard Levine, your resident Paleontologist. I’m sure you know why we’re here so I won’t explain it. For the next day or two we’ll be traveling upon this ship here to an island owned by InGen. There you will document the wildlife and creatures of the said island and hopefully live through it without any injuries or fatal accidents,” Malcolm said. Alexandra noted that Malcolm didn’t seem too thrilled by all of this.
“And your role in this will be?” asked Jessie.
“My role is to make sure you survive, keep everyone on their toes, and do the chaotic calculations for the danger elements on the island. And of course Dr. Levine here will be the one to explain the dinosaur species that you’ll be facing,” Malcolm replied.
“I’m sorry. Can you explain a bit about the island?” asked Alexandra a little confused still. She knew very little about Sorna itself and desperately wanted to understand it.
“Well, I’ll be the first to tell you, no. I really don’t know the island myself. It comes to me as a shock that it really exists to begin with. If you’ve heard my stories before you’d know that I was on Isla Nublar with dinosaurs, most likely some of the same species, but Hammond informed very early this morning on the phone that there may be some extra surprises that I didn’t know about on my trip to Nublar,” Malcolm said. “I now turn this little meeting over to Dr. Levine.” Levine jumped up and smiled. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them. Alexandra noted that he looked like he was some sort of troop leader getting ready to tell his scouts to sale the cookies to old women.
“So this little trip is going to be exciting. We’re going to a lost world, ladies and gentlemen,” Levine said. “This will be a place that hasn’t been touched by man in about 5 months. The island was abandoned because Hurricane Carissa devastated it, causing everyone to have to evacuate quickly. John Hammond informed me last night that several lives were lost on the island.... no bodies were recovered.... whether or not those employees survived has not been determined one way or another.”
“So Hammond will give you the decency to call the night before, but he has to wake me up at 3 in the morning to tell me what I have to know,” Malcolm said crossing his arms, obviously disgusted. “Typical.”
“Don’t be angry, Ian,” Levine stated. “You know Mr. Hammond. He’s a very excited man. This mission means the world to him...”
“Without caring about the consequences,” Malcolm noted.
Everyone became silent. There were many glances between the documentary crew. The looks they made seemed to suggest that they all wondered why this nut was with them in the first place.
“What kind of species can we expect?” asked Samuel, finally breaking the silence.
“Well, I am assuming that we may see the basics. We’ll see Tyrannosaurus Rex, perhaps herbivores like the Brachiosaurus, the Stegosaurus, and maybe a few Gallimimus on the way,” Levine replied. “I have a list of the main dinosaurs that were on Isla Nublar and Hammond has updated that list with some of the species that were on Site B, but never moved to Nublar before the accident on the first island. I will be giving all of you a copy of the list with some information about each animal at the end of the presentation.”
Alexandra was definitely going to regret this trip, though she didn’t know why. It might’ve been because of the insane Ian Malcolm and how nervous she was around him. It might’ve been because Malcolm’s warnings and true feelings were really getting to her, or it could’ve been that she felt very vulnerable on this expedition. Whatever the reason, she knew that it would eventually reveal itself.
A few minutes later, Alexandra was back on the deck of the ship near the front. She was looking out to the coast, when Dr. Richard Levine walked up to her from behind.
“We get to meet in person,” he said. She turned toward him.
“I guess so,” she commented. They shook hands formally.
“Richard Levine,” he said.
“Alexandra Reynolds,” she said.
“So what brings you on this expedition, Ms. Reynolds?” asked Levine.
“I guess it’s the adventure,” Alexandra replied.
“Ah, yes. The adventure of a lifetime and a long sea voyage to top it all off,” Levine said.
“Why are you coming, Dr. Levine?” asked Alexandra.
Levine laughed as if it were an absurd question. “I am a Paleontologist, Ms. Reynolds. Do you know how effortless it is for me to want to come to an island full of dinosaurs that you can only see in museums or by digging up bones? I’m here to quench my thirst of such a thing. I want to see them in the flesh and blood. I want to see them in all their glory,” Levine stated completely consuming himself in his thoughts. Suddenly she felt the boat jerk and start moving. The ship was leaving port.
* * *
Dr. Lewis Dodgson tapped a pen from the round meeting table. He had been sitting there for over an hour with no one arriving except for Ed James who had arrived with him. James was sitting beside him at that moment sending several text messages on his cell phone. The constant sound of beeping from James’s phone was beginning to irritate Dodgson as he sat forward, glaring over to the spy.
“Would you mind putting that on silent mode?” Dodgson asked, trying to remain calm.
James looked up at Dodgson confused and then back down to his phone again. “Oh, sure. Sorry, Dr. Dodgson.” James began fiddling with the buttons and soon the beeping was silenced.
“Thank you, Mr. James,” Dodgson said.
“Call me Ed, doc,” James stated.
“Fine,” Dodgson said sighing. “I just want to get this trip underway already. I don’t know why Mr. Rossiter insisted on meeting with the team before leaving.... and that reminds me, just where is the team anyway?”
“Don’t worry,” James said calmly, still typing away at his cell phone. “They’ll be here.”
“Yes, but I wanted to be at Sorna before Malcolm’s team arrived,” Dodgson informed. “This is going to delay us severely.”
“There’s nothing to worry about, doc,” James stated. “Their team doesn’t stand a chance out there anyway. We’re the ones that are going to be well prepared after all.”
“That much I already knew,” Dodgson said. “However, the problem is that I wanted to have the upper hand on Malcolm. We know that they’re going to the island, but they don’t know that we’ll be there. I wanted to make sure to be on the island before they were so we could keep tabs on them and make sure that they never discovered that we’re there with them.”
“What’s the point? It’s not like we’re going to war with them or anything,” James counseled.
Dodgson sighed. “You do have a point I guess.”
Suddenly the door on the far side of the room opened. Jeff Rossiter, a man of 45, walked into the room wearing a pinstriped suit and tie. He was followed by three other men. One was wearing a dress shirt, tie, and pants along with his glasses. He was George Baselton, the publicist of Biosyn, and former lawyer of InGen Bioengineering. The second man was wearing safari shorts, black shirt, and safari vest. He was Howard King and he was apparently ready for action even though he was a simple Geneticist just like Dodgson. The last man Dodgson had never seen before. He was tall, extremely muscular, and bald. He was wearing blue jeans, a black tee shirt, boots, and sunglasses.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting, Lew,” Rossiter said as he sat down in front of Dodgson and James. The other three sat down in empty chairs as well.
“Oh, that’s quite alright, Jeff” Dodgson said leaning forward, pretending to be in the happiest mood possible. “Why did you want to have this meeting for anyway?
“I wanted to let you know that your equipment has been upgraded, your vehicle has been reinforced, and you now have a mercenary working for you as well,” Rossiter informed gesturing toward the big man that Dodgson didn’t know. “His name is Carl Stone and he will be protecting your team during the trip. He is quite frankly one of the greatest acquisitions that I’ve ever made to Biosyn.”
“And must’ve cost you a pretty penny as well,” Dodgson said.
“Not as much your little Chile vaccine that you distributed last year,” Rossiter said with a sneer, “but yes he was quite expensive, but he’ll be well worth it to replace the travesty that you caused with Dennis Nedry, whose probably off somewhere in the tropics enjoying all of that money that you graciously gave to him.”
Dodgson sighed. “Do we have to go over the past misdeeds?”
“I believe so,” Rossiter replied. “The reason that is, is because this is your last chance, Lew. If you can’t successfully get us the technology this time without blundering things, I will make sure that you never work in this country again. I have spent too much corporate money on your airhead schemes as is.”
“I understand, sir,” Dodgson said gulping.
“Remember, Lew,” Rossiter began, “your last chance.”
The team, being lead by Rossiter himself walked into a large hanger bay. A helicopter was waiting for them, prepped and engine roaring. There was a large crate attached to the bottom of the chopper by a long, huge cable.
“Your Jeep, weapons, containers, supplies, and the special black box are all in the crate,” Rossiter informed as he stopped in front of the crate and turned around to everyone else.
“The specialists worked out the problems with the alarm volumes on the box, didn’t they?” Dodgson asked.
“Everything should work perfectly, yes,” Rossiter replied. “There is no need to worry, Lew. Everything is state of the art and totally enhanced.”
“Good,” Dodgson said. “Well, let’s get moving then. There is little time to spare and an adventure into the unknown that must be completed. We won’t let you down.”
“See to it that you don’t,” Rossiter said and he removed himself from the conversation. Dodgson stood there smiling evilly as he watched his boss leave the hanger bay.
“Everybody, on the chopper!” Dodgson said with excitement. “We’re going to a land 65 million years in the past!”
* * *
The water splashed upon the ship as it sailed through the ocean. Alexandra made it a thing to look out her room’s window as she read a book. She was having a hard time reading however because her nerves were getting to her. The trip was exciting. She was getting a lot more nervous than she was when the ship was docked. She got up and walked to the window. She looked out and saw the sparkling ocean extend for miles. She then walked out of her room and down a corridor to the outside of the ship.
Outside she saw that there wasn’t the sign of land for miles. She smiled as she took in the sea air. She walked toward the front of the ship and stretched. Out in front of the ship, Samuel was checking some of the new equipment with Luke. Luke seemed interested by the digital camera they were to be working with. Alexandra herself seemed to have acquired a new digital picture camera for taking pictures on the island.
“Okay, let’s test the zoom,” Samuel said. They did so and everything checked out. Alexandra walked closer to the edge of the ship and she looked out at the deep sea beyond. Samuel walked up to her.
“This trip getting to you, Alexandra?” Samuel asked.
“You can say that, although it has been a fine one so far though. Hopefully I don’t learn to regret it,” she said.
“What’s to regret? This is the chance of a life time,” Samuel said. They just stood there. Alexandra couldn’t help but wonder that very question. What was there to regret? They hadn’t gotten to the island yet. They hadn’t seen the dinosaurs yet. Their job was only beginning and there wasn’t much to see but the ocean and a giant ship.
“Perhaps you’re right,” she said. She looked at the waves as they hit the ship. She kept looking at the distant horizon as she thought about the trip.
* * *
Ian Malcolm sat in a chair in the mess hall. He was playing a game of war with a deck of cards by himself. He had nothing to do with the other people so he felt like keeping to himself while the ship was in motion. He liked being by himself on this journey, because he had a feeling that once he got to Sorna, he wouldn’t be able to be alone very often where he could think freely. Suddenly he looked up to see Richard Levine walking to his table.
“Mind the company?” asked Levine.
“Not at all,” Malcolm said smiling. However it was easy to tell that Malcolm really didn’t want to make small talk.
“What do you think so far of this voyage?” asked Levine.
“Could do with some good music,” said Malcolm. Levine chuckled at this note.
“Yeah, well what can you do?” he commented.
“I sense that you’re thrilled, Richard” asked Malcolm with a blank expression on his face.
“About what?” Levine asked smiling.
“Oh, about this trip. About the island you’re going to visit. The whole journey,” Malcolm explained.
“Well, I am currently contemplating what we’re going to see on that island. I know what we’ll see but at the same time I don’t know what we’ll see. Does that make sense?” Levine asked.
“Not really, but coming from you, I’m sure there’s some sense in it,” Malcolm noted.
“Come on, Ian. Let’s take a walk on deck,” Levine said.
They walked on deck and took a glance around. Malcolm noticed that Alexandra was still near the front of the ship looking out.
“She seems to have a shred of dignity. What is she doing here?” Malcolm asked.
“She’s here because of the adventure,” Levine said.
“She’s looking for it in the wrong place,” Malcolm said. “She’ll only get herself killed on that island.”
“That’s the past talking,” Levine said. The sun was beginning to set. Malcolm took a glance around the sea. It was now that he could see the island in the distance. He pointed it out to Levine.
“There we go,” Malcolm said. Levine looked out toward the island. It was looming closer to them now.
“We should be there when the sun is completely gone,” Levine said.
“You sound like a verse from the bible, Richard,” Malcolm coldly stated as he moved away from Levine and over to the front of the boat to look at the island getting larger as they neared it.
* * *
Alexandra was looking at the island in the distance. She turned and saw that Luke had the camcorder out and was shooting the island. No doubt he had to zoom in to get a closer look at the island. Alexandra walked over to him.
“Good stuff, eh?” she asked.
“Yeah. This equipment is great,” Luke replied. Luke stopped recording and put the camcorder down. He took a good long look at the island, taking in its sheer beauty.
“It’s about time for dinner, so we should head in. Tomorrow we’ll be heading into the island,” Luke said. He smiled and Alexandra couldn’t help but return the smile. She patted his back, and they both walked in to go to the mess hall.
* * *
The ocean swept past the helicopter window quickly as Lewis Dodgson sat there looking out the window. He appeared to be bored out of his mind as he sighed and took a glance at the team he was with. They were near the end of their trip to the island as the sun was already beginning to set. They would arrive at Sorna in pitch blackness. Dodgson had become worried after leaving the Biosyn hanger bay. The words that Rossiter had said to him were finally starting to stick.
Dodgson had spent several years trying to figure out just what it was that InGen had been creating back before the Nublar incident. Ed James had done a lot of spy work for Dodgson in order to get the information that he needed about the InGen creations, just like how James had infiltrated the InGen Headquarters to find out if the rumors of a second island were true. Ed James had become a commodity that Dodgson basically had used on a daily basis, because he had good pay rates, loyalty, and always made sure to get the job done.
An incessant tapping noise suddenly entered Dodgson’s ears as he turned to see George Baselton typing away on his laptop computer. If there was anything that Dodgson hated more then a constant beeping from a cell phone, it was keyboard typing. Some types of technology Dodgson wished had never been invented. Helicopters, cars, and airplanes were one thing, but he had never cared much for computers, cell phones, or anything else of the like.
“What in the world are you doing, George?” Dodgson asked.
Baselton looked up to Dodgson and smiled. “Chat room, sir.”
Dodgson raised his eyebrow. “You do realize that we’re about to embark on something much more important then talking to nerds on the internet, don’t you?”
“Well, forgive for not seeing your vision in such a caveman point of view, Lew,” Baselton replied. “I’ve just been trying to pass the time.”
“What you should be doing is going over the corporate documents for our hostile takeover when we arrive on Sorna,” Dodgson stated. “That is the only reason we needed a lawyer on this trip in the first place.”
“Don’t worry,” Baselton said. “Everything is legally binding, Lew. I’ve done my part of the job.”
George Baselton had come to Biosyn only a month after the incident on Isla Nublar. He had been wrapped up in all of the court cases in Costa Rica trying to clear InGen of any criminal charges that had come up because of Malcolm’s accusations on television. John Hammond had finally gotten on his last nerve during the hearings over the three known deaths on the island and just walked out on InGen for good, turning toward InGen’s rival company.
Baselton hadn’t been very hopeful for InGen as it was after he discovered that Donald Gennaro, his mentor at Cowan, Swain, and Ross, had been killed on the island himself. Baselton wasn’t much when it came to representing without Gennaro. Gennaro had actually been his mentor after graduate school and had shown him all of the ropes, but Baselton believed that he hadn’t gotten everything that he needed to know before his mentor’s death. He had become stressed with the trials after Nublar, and without Gennaro, he just didn’t feel qualified enough to make InGen’s dealings first major case.
After Baselton’s leaving, Daniel Ross took over the case and eventually took the heat off of InGen. However, all Baselton cared about was finding something new to become involved in. He felt that Biosyn wouldn’t do him wrong like InGen had by putting so much heat on him.
Dodgson couldn’t help but laugh when looked over to Howard King, his best friend and fellow Geneticist. King raised an eyebrow as he turned hearing the laughter.
“Something funny, Lew?” King asked.
“Just the way you’re dressed,” Dodgson replied. “What in the world got in you to dress like you’re some sort of adventurer?”
“Well, if you must ask,” King began, “I used to go on tons of safaris back in my younger years.”
“You never mentioned that before now,” Dodgson said.
“I never felt need to since it was in my past,” King implied. “I don’t focus on the past. I focus on the present and on the future.”
“Perhaps you’re right, Howard,” Dodgson said nodding. “Just do me a favor though and don’t act like an idiot. We Geneticists have a reputation to uphold.”
King laughed. “If you say so, but I plan on enjoying myself while on Sorna. Besides seeing living, breathing dinosaurs for the first time, I look forward to getting back in shape walking around the island, and I hope to get a nice tan as well.”
“This isn’t some vacation on a deserted island, Howard,” Dodgson stated. “This is a business related trip. Surely you remember that, or has the thrill of an adventure managed to confuse you?”
“Of course not, Lew,” King replied. “I know what our mission is, but if I am able to enjoy myself in the process of getting the job done, I’m going to take advantage of it.”
“He’s got a point, Dr. D,” Carl Stone said, speaking up as he continued to look out his window as the sunlight completely faded into blackness.
“Dr. D?” Dodgson asked raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Stone said smiling. “What’s wrong with that?”
Dodgson looked at Stone’s massive form and decided that it would probably be best to just let the man call him whatever he wanted to. The last thing Dodgson wanted was to get on this man’s bad side. No matter what the reason was that Rossiter wanted Carl Stone on the trip, Dodgson knew that it was none of his business and felt it best that he not try to boss this mercenary around. There was no telling what he would do to a non-athletic Geneticist for getting in his face or his way either for that matter.
“Nothing is wrong with it, Mr. Stone,” Dodgson finally replied after considering his words.
“Glad to hear it, sir,” Stone said. “I like to keep things as informal as possible. Besides we’re not some military unit or anything, so why not have fun as Dr. King was saying?”
Dodgson was beginning to sweat. “Oh, yes. I agree with you completely.”
King raised an eyebrow to Dodgson and then smiled, apparently amused. Dodgson wasn’t a man to be intimidated by anyone normally, but apparently this was a completely different circumstance as Stone wasn’t some pushover that Dodgson could control with his every whim. King liked this in a way. He was used to Dodgson bossing everyone around when it came to important missions, like Dodgson’s Chile vaccine. Dodgson was so obsessed with it that he made sure that if someone didn’t do their job they were taken off the project immediately, and sometimes he would get physical with the employees that were doing their job accurately. Dodgson had some huge anger management problems for sure, but hopefully Stone would keep the man cool on this mission without someone getting hurt.
Ed James was busy typing another text message when he turned to look out his window to see to his shock, the outer rim of the island coming up. Even though it was quickly becoming dark, James could tell that they were nearly there. He had quite good vision, which was always a blessing in disguise for him since most of his spy missions were at night.
“I can see the outer rim,” James informed everyone else. They all turned to look out their windows, trying to make out the outer rim themselves.
Baselton squinted through his glasses still trying to see it. “How can you possibly see it in this darkness? I can’t see a thing.”
“Perhaps you need a stronger prescription then, Mr. Baselton,” James said smiling. “I can see it just fine.”
Dodgson stood up and moved over to where he could talk to the pilot in the cockpit. “Pilot, take us over the island to the valley clearing. That is where we’ll offload and set up camp. You have been a great help today and I promise you will be amply rewarded for your quickness and your discretion.”
“Just doing my job, sir,” the pilot said.
Dodgson leaned back to his seat and smiled evilly as he waited excitedly for the expedition to finally begin. “Nedry thought he could keep me from having my prize, but I will have the upper hand on that fat slob once I get the technology myself. They always say, gentlemen, that the only way you can truly get a job done is to do it yourself, and that’s what I plan to do now.”
* * *
Ian Malcolm rushed out from below deck with Richard Levine right behind him. They could see the helicopter zooming toward them.
“I knew I heard a chopper,” Malcolm said.
“Who the hell do you think it is?” Levine asked. “Hammond send a second team?”
“I seriously doubt it,” Malcolm replied.
The four members of the documentary crew emerged from below as well with the captain of the ship not far behind. Malcolm and Levine turned hearing them coming as the helicopter veered away from where the boat was.
“Can you contact them?” Levine said rushing over to the captain of the boat.
“I’ll give it a try,” the captain said as he rushed for the steering section.
Alexandra crossed her arms, feeling the coldness of the night, as she walked over to Malcolm. “So if you don’t believe that they’re with us, then who are they?”
“I haven’t a clue, Ms. Reynolds,” Malcolm replied, continuing to watch as the helicopter neared the island.
The captain rushed back out and moved over to the team. “They’re not responding. They very well could have their radio turned off or the signal might not be reaching them because our radio systems haven’t always been state of the art.”
“And here I thought Hammond spared no expense,” Malcolm said.
“I guess his expenses only help to a certain extent,” Alexandra noted.
“Good point,” Malcolm stated.
“We can’t let them get on the island first,” Levine said angrily. “This is my discovery to make, not theirs.”
“Well then, Richard, why don’t you just swim over there and tell them that?” Malcolm said. “I’m sure they’d like to hear all about it from you.”
“That’s not funny, Ian,” Levine said. “We have to get on the island tonight.”
“No can do, Dr. Levine,” the captain informed.
“Why not?” Levine pouted.
“Because it isn’t safe to take the boat through the caves at night,” the captain replied. “We could sink the ship and be stranded on the island with no way off and no way to make communication for a rescue. We wait till morning.”
Levine moved over to Malcolm and Alexandra. “Surly you can say something here, Ian.” Levine was obviously saddened over all this.
“I can say something, Richard,” Malcolm stated. “Goodnight.”
Malcolm started off below deck. Alexandra looked at Levine in his sadness. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’ll be alright, doctor. You’ll still be able to make discoveries. Besides, it’s the middle of the night. It isn’t like they can really see much of anything in the dark.”
Levine’s face brightened as he turned to look at Alexandra. “You’re right, Ms. Reynolds. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Alexandra said. “Goodnight.” Alexandra started off back down below deck. Levine turned around and looked at the island and the helicopter that was disappearing over the island itself.
“Tomorrow,” Levine said. “Tomorrow I discover the Lost World. Not you people.”
* * *
The helicopter began to pass over the dark island of Isla Sorna. The search lights on the chopper were blaring brightly as the pilot was obviously looking for the valley to set down. The pilot was unable to see any animals moving around in the direction that he was going and it was probably for the best considering that the pilot had no clue what the team was going to see on the island in first place.
The chopper arrived at the valley and went down, causing the large cargo crate under the chopper to touch down on the ground first. Carl Stone opened the door quickly and started climbing down the plane to the large wires to unsnap them. Dodgson and the others looked down at Stone as he climbed like an expert. They all looked at each other in shock from this man’s agility.
“No wonder why Mr. Rossiter wanted him with us,” Baselton stated.
Stone was successful as the cable unattached from the chopper. Stone made the small jump down as he landed on his feet on the large crate. The chopper moved a few feet away from the crate and landed. Dodgson and the rest of the team jumped out of the chopper before it took off again and moved off into the distance. Dodgson smiled as he turned away from the leaving helicopter and over to his team as they began opening the crate to release their equipment for the hunt that lied ahead of them.
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