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Juassic Park V:Mainland Crisis-Chapter 1
By Symbiote Spider
Jurassic Park V: Mainland Crisis
"We are moments away from the distruction of Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna," a young female reporter said with a lovely smile. Behind her was one island. "Let’s take a look in to in the past of these two islands: Isla Nublar and Sorna were once owned by InGen, a genetic company. John Hammond, the owner of InGen at that time, attempted to clone and bring back dinosaurs. Sorna was the island were they tested and grown the dinosaurs. Once a storm knocked out the power, they had to move to Nublar. There they caged the animals and prepared to open up for visitors. He-Wait... They are planning on detonating sooner than planned."
Behind her, the island stood silently as the ocean crashed against the cliffs and the moonshine upon it. Then, without warning, several explosions took place. Ear pitching screams were heard as trees and rocks fly up into the air. "The screams we are hearing belong to those beautiful, yet deadly creatures. Sorna is now in ruins as Nublar begins to explode. Lets go to camera two." The reporter said motioning to her crew. Quickly they changed images. On the second image, another island explodes in the same pattern.
"Well, there you have it. Two islands home to amazing creatures now in ruins. I’m Lisa Lopez signing off with CBS." The reporter walked off as the camera man, George Vaughn shut down his camera. "George," Lisa said flaring up a cigarette, "could you get a hold of John?" Her smile faded into a glare as her cameraman snickered. On screen, she looked bueatiful, off screen, she some claim her to be a heartless hag.
"Sure, why not." George said with annoyance. He walked off into the van parked on the boat. He sort of stood out than the rest. He was tall, always wore a hat, and seems to hunch. He walked into the van to see some guy he has never seen before. "Who the hell are you?"
"Oh. So sorry senor. Allow to myself to introduce.. My self. I am Berzindez Diego. But I’m normally called Ben," said walking towards George. "And you must be George Vaughn."
"Yes. Yes I’m George. Now what do you want?" George asked fumbling trough the electronics. He finally came upon Lisa’s cell phone. He dialed up John Jameson’s number. "I have a job on the line."
"Nothing that you can get me senor," Ben said with a laugh. "Trust me, you want nothing to with what I want."
"Well then why are you hear?" George said turning off the phone. Apparently, John was one of his business trips.
"I’m one of the crew on this boat. I’m just taking a tour. Sorry if I disturbed you." Ben said walking out. "Oh," he said looking back in "tell Lisa she needs to smile more." Then he was gone.
"George! Whats taking so long?" Lisa asked walking in to the van. "Can you ever do anything right?!"
"Oh, sorry. Hes not there. He’s secretary said he went on a trip to Cost Rico. Said they made a discovery or something." George said. "Probably trying to get away from you," he said under his breath.
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"Well senor Thorne, is it done?" Ben asked leaning forward with eagerness. He was in a small Café in San Diego talking to Doc Thorne.
"Almost, Ben. It still needs the solar panels put in and the test run." Thorne replied. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair consuming his head. "Now, why did you want me to build it? I mean, I’m a has-been." He stated. He looked at his watch constantly.
"Because you’re the best. That’s why. Now, back to business. Is the car built for rough terrain? I mean Africa rough?" He asked with more eagerness. People around him started to shift uncomfortably.
"Yeah. Of course. I did everything you asked me too. So you’re going to Africa?" Thorne said taking a sip of his beer.
"Yes. I’m going to join Sarah Harding. You heard of her?"
"Of course. She helped me and a group of researchers a while ago." Thorne said thinking back. He shuttered really quickly and tried desperately not to remember the horrible incident. He felt the blood drain from his face. His heart started to pump fierce as he remembered the snarls and growls.
"You ok? You seem pale all of a sudden." Ben asked pulling Thorne backed to reality.
"Oh, I’m fine Ben. Just thought of something I should never have." Thorne said taking a deep breath. "I’m planning on going to the Rockies. Going to try to get some rest there."
"Well I have an associate there. So I’m going to make a quick stop there. Hopefully I might see you." Ben said getting up. He stopped and asked: "Are you going to hang out with any one there?"
"No not really. I might talk with a guy named George Vaughn." Thorne said with much curiosity in his voice.
"OK. Just wondering." Ben said. Thorne knew he heard the tone of his voice. "Well I got to get going." Ben said as he got up. A can of shaving cream fell out.
"Hey, Ben! You dropped your can!" Thorne said picking it up and handing it back. "Ben, how old is this? I hope you don’t use this." Thorne said. The guests around him covered their noses.
"Sir, could you please get that out of here." One of the waiters said pointing towards the door. "Not you Mr. Thorne. You still have to pay the bill." He said handing him a piece of paper. Thorne looked at the paper and handed the man a 20.
"Keep the change." Thorne said walking out the door.
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The sun shined brightly through one of George’s massive windows. He got up and walked toward the opened one. He looked out at the many houses down his street. His mom always hated this place. And the only excuse she gave him was "The only way in and out of this city is air transportation!"
"Honey? Come back to bed. Its only 10." His wife, Megan said getting up and walking towards him. "You ok baby?" She was young beautiful, and pregnant.
"Yeah I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep." He said scratching his head. He started to pick at his beard when he felt his wife’s arms around him.
"Couldn’t sleep? You went to bed at 6 p.m. and woke up at 10 in the morning. And you’re tired?" Megan stated squeezing George a little harder.
"I did more than sleeping. Remember?" George asked squirming a little from her grip.
"You got up at midnight, took a couple swigs of Vodka, and watched T.V for 3 hours." She said with an annoying little that grin she made to upset George.
"Heh. Your always right." He said kissing her. He then walked away towards his closet. He grabbed his shoes and his jacket.
"Where are you going?" She asked walking after him.
"To the mall. I’m going to meet up with Thorne. He wants to see me for some reason." He said. He slipped on his shoes and jacket, grabbed his keys, and went towards the garage. "I’ll talk to you later." He was then gone.
"Hmm. You have to admire a guy who fucks you, gets you pregnant, and then doesn’t seem to have any time for you" Megan said rubbing her belly. She heard the roar of his car and knew he was gone. She then walked towards her bathroom. "Ben you can come out now." Ben stepped out from behind the curtain.
"Man. I thought senor George would never leave." Ben said wiping the sweet from his face. He quickly walked toward the living room.
"Quit with the Spanish accent. I don’t still see how any one can believe that." Megan said walking after him. "You got the can?"
Ben reached into his coat and pulled out the can of shaving cream. Megan reached out towards it but pulled it back. "No. You have my money?" He asked. His accent was now American. Megan went to her bed and pulled a suitcase out from underneath it. She flipped it open and showed him one hundred thousand dollars.
"There. Now the can. And for every specimen we produce you get another grand." Megan explained as Ben handed her the can. She popped it open and stared at the fifteen embryos. "InGen did an excellent job. Biosyn will be proud."
"I thought you didn’t work for Biosyn. Whats up with you delivering their money and their crap?" Ben asked puffing his cigar. He threw the part he bit off at the picture of George. "I hate that ass whole."
"I don’t work for them. I am paying off a debt. And how do you know George?" She asked picking up the bitten piece. She threw into the thrash. "Nevermind. Its not of importance now. And neither are you." She said coming up from the thrash can with a gun.
"Hey hey. Lets not get hasty. Just put the gun down ok?" Ben said backing up towards the door. He hit it and started to fumble for the knob. He started to sweet as she came closer.
"Wish I can chat, but all that is needed is done. And I’m on a dead line." She said pulling the trigger. The shells sputtered out of the chamber as two bullets plunged into Ben’s chest. "Well your out of luck good friend." Megan said walking towards the body. She punched the wall and a panel fell out. She turned on the monitor and put on some earphones.
"Did you get the can and destroyed the evidence?" a man asked. He was wearing a suit that had Biosyn on the pocket.
"Yes I did. Now like you said, this was the last time. No more." Megan said taking the clip out of the gun. "Now can you hurry and take this smelly can and get rid of this body? The bloods going to leave a stain." She looked at the two holes in his chest and the blood on the floor and wall.
"Yes of course, Mrs. Vaughn. We will be on our way." The man said.
"I’ll leave the can in the front bushes and I’ll drag the body out into the back bushes." Megan said with a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"You sound nervous. Why? Its not like we are going to kill you too." Man said with a grin.
"Don’t kid around John." Megan said with a bit of nervousnenss.
"We’ve known each other for at least ten years. I’m not going to kill. Maybe the company, but not me. Just take my advice: Leave the can and the body where they are and I’ll be there to pick them up. I’ll also take care of the blood. Or my name isn’t John Jameson."
"Thanks John. I’m going out to the mall. George is there with Thorne. I’ll see you around. Bye." Megan said taking off the headphones and turning off the monitor. She changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. Hopefully he will listen to me.
6/13/2002 1:11:42 PM
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