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SITE WARS: Episode V - Attack of the Hunters (Part 1)
By Vader
Episode V
ATTACK OF THE HUNTERS
Times of uncertainty have befallen the internet. The Admins are skipping across the middle and outer rims, staying away from the merciless and most-powerful Flooders while helping websites where they can to restore some peace.
At the same time, the Admins Vader and Raptor-Rex are training River Yolin to become and full- fledged Admin like his father, although the journey ahead is not easy.
After evading the Flooders base on the outer rim once again, River offers a way to stop the Leader of the Flooders once and for all and leads General JohnArnold and the rest of the Admins to jurassicpark.com....
A sleek, yet worn down, double mini-chopper sped down to the site of jurassicpark.com. The sunlight glistened off of it as it whisked over the tan colored cities and villages covering the site as the inhabitants stared upwards at it, having seen nothing like it for at least twenty-five years. The vehicle reached an airport at the far end of one of the highways. It slowed and dropped, landing gear ejecting and setting down softly, as the engines whined down and the hatch opened.
Seven figures exited, all but one of them males. They were dressed in local clothing and walked away from the landing pad over to an information center nearby. The clerk at the desk gave them a suspicious look, scratching the back of her head and grabbing a clipboard. "Welcome to jurassicpark.com. Your names?" she asked, obviously bored with her job.
"I'm Raptor-Rex. This is Vader, JohnArnold, Cyros, Tango, River, and Para," one of them said, pointing to each of his comrades as he listed their names.
"Do you have your passes?" she returned.
JohnArnold took out a small folder from his lower jacket pocket and handed it to her. She slid it through a slot on her desk and handed it back. "Go on," she told them.
"Thank you," the man with the pass nodded, turned as they continued on. All seven walked pass a large gate, advertising the name of the site and walked into the bustling city. The air was filled with excitement and commotion. Music was playing from a nearby bar. The hum of engines spread through the air. The chatter of the public and store merchants was floating into everyone's ears. The Admins stopped strolling and turned their heads this way and that, scanning the buildings.
"Let's try this ," Vader proposed, pointing down the street to one of the larger buildings with flickering lights surrounding it. With a nod, they all headed forward and walked inside, consumed by the darkness of the main entry.
They emerged from the gloom into a huge room with a bar in the center. Round card tables were scattered on the left side of the room while on the right, several gambling machines were located. The back of the room was filled with smoke and only outlines of shady looking characters could be seen through the thick haze. There was loud, catchy music playing from a 6- foot tall music box near the bar.
"Split up. It's going to look strange to see a group of seven pilots togther," Cyros whispered. Everyone agreed to do so and River and Para went over to the bar to order some drinks while the others disappeared into the crowd.
"I hope we don't get lost in here," River said cynically as he sat himself down on the stool. Para smiled and nodded as young man leaned over to ask the bar tender for a few drinks, who turned to the fluorescent cabinet behind him to read the different ingredients. "You know," River turned to Para, "it was pretty nice of you to let Raptor-Rex use your sword, ever since he lost it at the Unnamed Site."
At that Para froze. That word - "the Unnamed Site" - brought back horrible memories. The destruction of several Admins, the destruction of her home . . . and the destruction of her parents. She tried to avoid the subject whenever she could, but at certain times it was unavoidable to recall everything in that experience. The explosion, the ring of fire, the heat that scorched around them as the website blew to pieces, taking the other mini-choppers with it . . . She turned away, her face clearly showing the aguish running through her mind.
"I'm sorry," River said, clearly understanding her feelings. He slowly put his hand on her shoulder. "You alright?"
"I'm fine. It's alright, River," she assured him, forcing her mind of the subject as she patted his hand. She reached out at the newly delivered drink and tasted it. "These drinks are pretty good," she smiled, swirling the liquid in the thin glass. That was one thing she loved about River - he was her best friend, and more sensitive to her feelings than anyone else. If she was upset, he would be comforting her and offering advice and encouragement. She remembered when she'd first met him in the Admin tree-village. She smiled at the thought, remembering how awkward they were both acting. But this . . . their current relationship, it was a sort of bond that they had formed over the past years.
"Yeah they're pretty good drinks," River nodded as he looked at her with a smile. "It's weird to see this place on the surface, you know? It seemed like just yesterday I was trying to attack it," River contemplated the time when he'd fought against the smugglers in the Flooder fleet, only afterwards crashing in the bog and being found by Vader. He then plopped some money on the table for the bartender as he turned to look at Para again. When they'd first met, she was only teenager. But now, she'd matured into a woman. And he knew, as well as she, their relationship had matured just as much.
Raptor-Rex and Vader slowly sat down at one of the gambling card tables. They made a signal and the dealer quickly give them some cards. The Admins swooped up their stacks in their hand and began to play - or at least pretended to. Vader slipped a few forms of money in between two cards and slowly reached backwards and handed it to the card player at the table behind them. As Vader heard the shuffle of the money, there wasn't any reply from the man. Instead, he just got up from his seat and disappeared into the smoke in the back of the room.
"Excuse me, I'll be right back," Vader said to Raptor-Rex, getting out of his seat and turning to follow the other player.
"Fine. Don't be too long. I've got a lucky hand, he he," Raptor-Rex smiled.
Of course the entire thing Raptor-Rex was saying was an act to cover up the fact they were really Admins. Vader followed in the footsteps of the other card player, into the back of the , the smoke and murkiness consuming him. Several characters - probably pirates and headhunters along with the smugglers, Vader guessed - were propped up against the walls, smoking. They looked at him as if they thought he would be giving them business of some sort. But Vader passed, ignoring their expressions.
He saw in the shadowed corner the other player he'd handed the money to, waiting for him, hands on his hips. Vader approached and stood next to him in the darkness, doing his best to appear inconspicious, wondering if it really was even necessary to do so with only people from the underworld surrounding him. "What is it you want?" a surprisingly female voice asked, as the figure thumbed the money.
The player pulled back the hood over its head to reveal it was, in fact, a woman. Vader couldn't help but be a bit surprised this at this unexpected revelation, giving a smirk.
"I want to have a meeting with AcroIguana. Yet I need a smuggler of these parts to take me and my companions to him. You perhaps could help us," Vader replied.
"I know where Acro is. But I'm sure he's not interested in the likes of you," she came back.
"I have more money than what I just handed you. We wish too discuss with him the possibility of allying our forces and his to unitedly defeat the Flooders. I happen to know the smugglers feel they are under oppression ever since the Leader of the Flooders took over the trade routes." And then she seemed to stop and think. If there was any offer to get him into Acro's whereabouts, it was this one.
"Alright. I'll take you. But I'll tell you now - Acro is going to have to see what you're made of before he ever allies with whatever your forces are." Vader nodded at this statement respectably.
"I'll meet you by the fruit stand outside of the in just a moment," he told her. After a quick agreement, she departed from him as Vader crept back over to Raptor-Rex.
"Do you think we'll ever get to Acro?" River asked Para as he took another sip of his drink, swiveling slightly in his chair to turn to her. She thought for a moment, sipping her drink as well.
"Even if we can't find anyone to take us to him, we should still be able to-" Para was shoved away from River in that moment. He whirled around, his hand instinctively going for his weapon. He saw behind him there was a group of three - gangsters, by the look of it - coming towards her.
"Miss, do you know you've got to be the hottest thing this side of the internet?" the tallest of the pack smiled, slipping his hands around her as his eyes scanned her body. River stepped in to help her, beginning to pull the Z-93 pistol out of its holster.
"No, River. I can handle it," Para told him. She started to ease out her identical Z-93 from its holster on her belt as the gangsters got close to her. "Back off," she ordered him in a firm voice, hardening her muscles, getting ready for combat.
"How about you and me head upstairs . . ." the gangster continued, ignoring her order. Suddenly, a bullet shot rang out and his arm was hit, his sleeve becoming stained with a growing patch of red. In rage, he slammed her in the jaw with his fist, causing her to slam into the bar counter behind her. Then, River couldn't stand still any longer. He whipped his Z-93 up and shot at the gangsters. They returned the fire with two bullets - one that knocked the out of his hand and another that he just barely avoided missing near his head.
At that point, two other familiar figures appeared from behind the gangsters, although they went unnoticed, not making a sound. "Get out of here," one of them ordered the tramps. At this, the gangsters turned around and shot at them. However, shiny, silver swords where slashed out and defected the bullets. The gleaming metal swords chopped the gangsters' hands off and the as they screamed. "Let's go," the swordsman stepped forward to River and Para, revealing themselves as none other than Tango and Cyros. They exited the , leaving the hurting gangsters behind.
"Are you alright?" River leaned close to Para in question.
"Don't worry about it. I'm stronger than you think," she smirked.
They leaped outside into the sunlight, back to hearing all the lively sounds of the website, returning their individual weapons to their belts. Vader and Raptor-Rex were already standing there as Cyros, Tango, River, and Para took steps towards them. Beside Raptor-Rex, by a fruit stand, was a woman dressed in a purple smuggler's outfit and a grey helmet with a rifle hooked to her belt.
"Where's JohnArnold?" River asked, turning his head to look for the missing Admin.
"We wanted to exit separately," Raptor-Rex told him. "You can't be too careful around here. We don't want to look suspicious."
Just then, JohnArnold came and joined them. And when he did, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the smuggler woman, and she stared right back, the same look on her face. The rest of the Admins were puzzled as to just what was going on as they glanced back and forth between the two people. After a moment or two, the woman turned away, seeming to do her best to ignore John deliberately. "SamFan?" John stuttered, bewildered.
"What are you doing here, John?" The woman asked, still glaring away.
"I'm with them," John gestured to the Admins. "But how-"
"So you're all with the Dan's JP3 Page forces, eh?" she smirked.
"No!" River exclaimed, "Flooders took over Dan's Page, and we certainly aren't Flooders. We have nothing to do with them." River was disgusted with the thought of willingly joining the Flooders, after all those lies the Leader had told him.
"I can't believe you've made yourself a smug-" JohnArnold was cut off by the woman's wave of a hand.
"Are we going to meet with Acro or not?" she said tersely . She immediately spun in the other direction and guided them across the street and into an alley. Sitting there was a blue, battered hover-car, with homemade improvements, from the looks of it. They all loaded up as the woman, or SamFan, as JohnArnold had called her, started the engine with a blare from the fire- pipes connected to the back of the vehicle. They sped off, out into the street and down the boulevard, the sun beginning to set behind them.
Night fell, like a soothing, silk blanket had been draped over the website. The stars shone high in the sky, glistening, as SamFan drove Raptor-Rex, Vader, JohnArnold, Para, Cyros, and Tango through the streets of jurassicpark.com. The streets had grown narrower, dirtier, and smokier, and as a result, the Admins could tell this was the worst part of town. Probably, the general area was the entire hang out for all the gangs, smugglers, and pirates. Plenty of night clubs must be available to go into in which to get trouble and find all types of characters.
SamFan finally stopped the vehicle and everyone quickly exited. When JohnArnold did so, River noticed he gave a look of longing at SamFan, who just returned the look with a frown. "Up the stairs, gentlemen," she told them, gesturing to a flight of stairs, creeping into the darkness of the upper floor of the building they were parked next to.
"What's on the lower floors?" River asked, sounding incredibly suspicious. SamFan rolled her eyes.
"Look - I may be a smuggler, but I always deliver what I've been paid for. Relax," she told him. River glanced at Para, and then Vader, who nodded his head for them to go upstairs. Still, all the Admins kept their hands on their weapons, just in case.
And so SamFan led them all the way up. "Stay close," River whispered to Para. She only smiled.
"I can take care of myself, River," she whispered back. River shook his head and looking into her eyes. For some reason, he felt he needed to protect her, although he knew she was fully capable of doing so herself. He felt he needed to always make sure she was safe. He never would want to lose her . . . like the way they had lost all the other Admins. For some reason, as he looked at her, Para's demeanor changed, as if understanding his thoughts.
"Alright. You shall be my protector," she remarked with a playful smirk. Satisfied, River continued into the darkness. SamFan rounded a corner to lead them up another staircase, which wasn't quite as long as the one they'd just finished. As soon as they reached the top, their guider stopped abruptly.
"Wait here," she told the Admins, and then without another word, disappeared into the darkness.
"I've got a really bad feeling about this," River said exhaled slowly.
"She won't betray us. I know her," JohnArnold said, appearing to be in a haze as he gulped, emotions flooding him. Nobody knew what John was talking about, but they weren't about to ask. It was something that was obviously paining him.
"She's coming back," Tango alerted, hearing footsteps. SamFan, sure enough, came out of the shadows, motioning for them to continue. Tension built as they walked back through a hallway and into a door. What was seen inside stunned them.
Several people were cleaning up a completely destroyed room. Furniture was overturned and ripped open, doors were ajar and bashed to pieces, glass was shattered everywhere. It looked like a tornado had hit. The Admins found themselves staring at it all and out of the corner of their eyes, notices that SamFan was looking at them with a scowl, as if irritated they were even paying attention to mess. "What's the big deal? It was an angry guest that had been up hear earlier going on a rampage!" she told them.
"Guest?" a confused Raptor-Rex asked mildly.
"That's right. Acro owns a hotel downstairs. The angry guest came in when nobody was around," she replied, shaking her head as if it was all obvious. So that was what was downstairs, River thought. "Let's go," she ordered. The Admins followed her around a corner and they stopped in front of a door as SamFan took the nob, turned it and swung it open.
Immediately as they entered, bullet fire pinged strait past them. They all slammed their bodies to the ground as the fire still erupted, seeming to come from a thousand different directions in the room.
The Admins saw the room didn't look too different from the one they had just passed through. The window nearby had been crashed open and overturned furniture was everywhere. Raptor-Rex and Vader crawled behind a battered couch as the rest of their comrades found a place to hide. When they looked ahead, they saw another man next to them - an unfamiliar one - crouching down.
"You're AcroIguana?" Vader asked quickly, trying to search for the one firing the bullets at the same time.
"That's right," the man nodded. "Who are you?"
"No time now. We have to find a way to stop this madness" Vader exclaimed. He looked across the room to see Cyros and River ducking behind a huge cabinet that had been crashed down across a sleeping cot. Tango jumped up from across the room, flinging his sword out to the wall opposite of him. Seeing this motion, all the Admins new the direction of source of the rapid fire.
As they just barely began to move, the couch Vader and Raptor-Rex hid behind exploded. They leaped up, swords ready, avoiding the splinters and shards that were flung all over. In mid- air, they spotted the attacker standing by the window. He was dressed in a blue jumpsuit with silver armor covering the rest of his body, a blue and silver helmet covering his head. He fired at Vader and Raptor-Rex repeatedly, who landed with their swords in defense position, as he backed towards the broken window, getting ready to escape. "Get behind us!" Raptor-Rex shouted to Acro.
On the other side of the room, Cyros charged, his sword twirling. He leaped for the armed ner, and just as he did, the clever man-in-armor swung around, firing at Cyros, who in turn, deflected the bullet. The Admin came down, slashing across the ner's upper chest, landing at the same time to deflect more bullets. At that, Tango came out, grabbing the sword he had thrown, joining with Vader and Raptor-Rex. The ner fired at all of them as they closed in. With a swift movement, Vader whipped his sword at the legs, spun back around and chopped through the neck of the ner.
For a split second, their opponent stood there, his arms and legs limp, afterwards tumbling over. As he slammed into the ground, his head rolled off from Vader's blow, colliding gently with the wall. The Admins let out a sigh, putting their expertly-crafted swords away at the same time. "Thank you," Acro told them wholeheartedly. "My was in one of the cabinets that had collapsed." JohnArnold, on the other side of the room, helped SamFan up, who by the look on her face, didn't really want it.
River and Para wandered over to see the ner in curiosity. He was unusual looking indeed - except to River. "This metal is naturally blue and silver. I only know one place where metal is naturally those colors - Hawaii Movie Tours. Who is this man anyway?" River said as he glared at the disconnected helmet.
All eyes turned to Acro for a response. "A petty thief. This happens a lot in this part of town - criminals breaking into houses to ," he said, shrugging. "Well, at least he's ." He then turned to SamFan, and gave her a knowing and dark look, thinking the Admins hadn't noticed it while she returned with an identical look. Afterwards, Acro looked back at the Admins with a forced smile. "Now who are you people?"
"We're here to make an arrangement with you. We know how the Flooders have disallowed the continuation of the smuggler's business, and that because of this, you want to stop their government," Raptor-Rex started. "We want to join forces with smugglers. Together, we can recruit more individuals and rise up against the Flooders. It is not just you they oppressing - they are also responsible for thousands of s of innocent lives around the internet, the deterioration of websites, the starving of prisoners, the-"
"But who are you? Where are you from?" Acro asked again.
"We're Admins," JohnArnold told him. At this, Acro balked.
"I thought you were all ! The Flooders had wiped you out!"
"We are the very last of the Admins," Para told him with all seriousness. "We've been hiding on a site in the farthest rim of the internet for the past twenty years. But then, the Flooders destroyed it."
"What makes you think I would make such weaklings my allies? In all fairness, I understand your motive to do away with the Flooders. But you wouldn't be able to help me get rid of them. It wouldn't be worth it," Acro said, started to move them out of his home.
"We will train the willing smugglers in the ways of the Admins. And River here knows the Flooders' stylized attack patterns," Vader objected, putting emphasis on every word. "If we act together, and get more sites to join us, we can overthrow them." Acro stopped. If he was a reasonable man, he would see it was a good plan. "The Flooders must be stopped - it is the Admins' only goal now. We must act as soon as possible before the Flooders become any more powerful than they already are."
"Still . . ." Acro shook his head, looking only partially persuaded, "I'm not sure if you are the type I would be interested in allying with. You are surely effective in the combat area, since you have just saved my life - which, by the way, I am very grateful for. But if you truly want to form and alliance, you will have to prove yourselves on a larger scale." Vader slightly knew what to expect, recalling SamFan's earlier warning that Acro would have to see what the Admins were made of before allying with them. It seemed her words were about to be proven true.
"How do you mean?" Tango asked him.
"A local event is the Demolition Derby. It is held in a massive arena outside the city limits, spanning a mile wide. Each contestant drives their own vehicle, each one unique. They must destroy and demolish each others' vehicles while avoiding the perils of dinosaurs and other snares. So you will enter your vehicle. If you win, by demolishing all your opponent's vehicles and coming out alive, I will ally with you for sure. I give you my word."
"Sound dangerous . . . and violent. What if we lost this Demolition Derby?" Cyros asked.
"Well . . . you would be . . ." Acro replied. The Admins contemplated this. In the early years of the Site Wars, when Dan was still alive, surely they would not compete or bet in a competition like this. But if they didn't ally with the smugglers, they would never have even a chance of winning against the Flooders. Seven Admins could not beat an entire legion. It was a desperate time. And it would be a huge risk. But it was their only chance . . .
"Although we won't like it, I think we'll except," Raptor-Rex nodded, appearing to have a strained expression. He looked at his companions , luctantly nodded their heads "yes".
"Excellent," said Acro, placing his hands on his hips. "The Derby is in two days."
Raptor-Rex and Vader sat on the chairs that clung to the side of the wall in the back of the Admin's double chopper. River stood, holding Vader's sword, ening his grip on it, rotating his wrists. In front of him was a ning machine, about his height. It was lifeless, but River knew exactly what to expect as he left out a final sigh.
Bullets sputtered out at him in the blink of an eye. River whipped up the sword, twirling it around, deflecting the blasts in quick movements.
"Excellent," Raptor-Rex nodded. River leaped into the air, doing a double jump and deflecting bolts as he did so. He landed over the ning machine, kicking it down. The machine swirled are fired, managing to graze his arm. River yelled as his anger rose, bringing his sword around and snapping it at the machine in rage. He was about to finish if off, but the machine retracted back into the floor below at Vader's quick deactivation. "Control your temper, River."
Vader got up from his seat. "Always remember - Admins do not harvest an uncontrollable temper. In the past, there have been very bad decisions made and many lives lost because of such anger," he counseled. River simply shrugged and nodded. "I hope you take this seriously," Vader said, placing his hands on his hips.
"I do! It won't happen again, Master!" River replied, somewhat annoyed. Vader seemed only half satisfied, but nevertheless nodded in acceptance. Raptor-Rex stood to come next to his friends.
"I can only wonder if the Admins will need to have these skills for their even more now. I have a suspicious feeling from that so-called thief that we saved Acro from. I can only wonder if the partner of that ‘thief' had wrecked the room we first passed through with SamFan," he talked. Before their conversation could continue, JohnArnold entered.
"I'm ready to go. I need to pick up some modifications in the city," John told them. Vader took back his sword from River, returning it to his belt, and he and Raptor-Rex left with John.
River plopped down in the Admin's double chopper alone, thinking. JohnArnold had put the entire vehicle together from the remaining two mini-choppers that survived the attack at the Unnamed Site. And now, he would have to make further modifications to the vehicle for the Demolition Derby - for it was the only vehicle they had to compete with. Tango and Cyros, meanwhile, were busy looking for a cooling coupler that could be inserted into the engine of the double chopper to help it run longer under more intense circumstances.
The door next to him snapped open, to reveal Para walking in, her local jumpsuit still on. River still couldn't help being put in a trance by her beauty. Although it seemed impossible she could look any better, she had indeed become even more magnificent since he first met her in the tree village as she became over the past years woman. She smiled at him with a twinkle in her eye, and sat down next to him as he stared at her angelic face. "What?" she asked, noticing the unusual way he glared at her.
"Nothing," River brushed his thinking aside, turning away for a moment. "What do you think will come out of the Demolition Derby, anyway?" he asked her, trying to sound more casual. She simply shrugged.
"All I know is that it's going to take some very good pilots to win it. The entire thing is such a horrible idea. But there seems to be no other way to ally with Acro," she contemplated. River nodded in agreement. "I hope you won't need to be in it," she told him after a moment, looking down at her hands.
"Neither do I. But if there is no other way . . . as much as I'll it . . . I'd pilot in it. For the sake of the Admins," he replied. "I can't really explain it but, I've developed such a strong will to stop the Flooders. They'd totally veiled me of reality when I was the Leader's apprentice and, even now, as we speak, they are taking every new generation of people and lying to them about the past. I just . . . I can't stand to just watch that happen . . . like it happened to me."
Para smiled. "I know how you feel. I . . . always do," she told him, gazing into his eyes. There was something there, when she looked at him like that. In fact, River couldn't remember a time when she'd ever looked at him like that before. A bond had truly formed between them ever since they had met. And now, in that one moment, emotions welled up in River, as he left an urge to tell Para of the feelings he had been having for her.
He opened his mouth . . .
Took a breath . . .
And closed it again, deciding to wait.
JohnArnold, Raptor-Rex, and Vader walked through the streets of jurassicpark.com. This street, like the others they'd been on, were very lively and busy - music playing, street vendor yelling out their prices, and the fresh scent of food drifting. "There's a mechanical parts shop, I've been told, that's down here," John said, pointing forward.
"Alright," Raptor-Rex nodded as they continued. He then took a breath, a bit hesitant to say what he was about to. "I've been meaning to ask you though, John: how do you know SamFan from before?" Raptor-Rex asked him. John sighed. It was clear he wanted to avoid the subject. "If you don't want us to know, I understand."
"No, I'll tell you," John shook his head, looking down at his feet. "Before I came to Dan's JP3 Page, as I began to originate the idea of an Admin fleet, I had a strong relationship with SamFan. We were considering spending our lives together, but she did not want to come with me to join Dan's forces. She was angered that I left with out her . . . and she still is. And I'm sure she ever will never get over it," John said, his mind floating back into the past. He then shook his head once again to erase the bad memories. "I still can't believe she became a smuggler after I left her."
"The ironic thing is that we have no other choice but to ally with these smugglers. Unfortunately, there isn't any other strong force that is opposing the Flooders," Vader said. Suddenly, he stopped, frozen in his tracks, his eyes fixed on a single point in the crowd. "Look! Up ahead!" JohnArnold and Raptor-Rex followed Vader's line of eyesight to see a figure moving through the street, dressed in the exact same armor as the ner who'd attacked AcroIguana.
"Let's go!" Raptor-Rex said. The Admins charged through the sea of people, taking out their swords and twirling them as they, shoving their way in between the spaces of the bustled street. They leapt high into the air, caught onto the side of a railing of a building, and jumped back down on the corner, flinging their swords just as the armored man saw them creeping up beside him. He quickly bent over and fired a missile from his launcher strapped to his back. The Admins deflected it together, but were thrown into the pavement from the strong blow.
The silver-armored person dashed down the street as the Admins pulled themselves off the ground. The realized he was heading for one place . . . AcroIguana's apartment. The Admins leapt after him, continuing down the street and rounding a corner. They came right into another bustling marketplace, scanning the horizon quickly. JohnArnold pulled out his mini-binoculars to search, but no avail. The blue-armored man was nowhere to be seen.
"I can't see him, but I suggest we take the quickest route to Acro's," John told Vader and Raptor-Rex, who nodded in agreement. They pulled small, hand-held s from their belt pouch and aimed them at the top of the building next to them. Out shot cables that went rocketing to the top of the building and hooked into the hard cement. All three pressed buttons on the s and the retracted the cable, pulling the Admins high, all the way to the top. They unhooked the cables immediately and went running across the roof.
The buildings in this area were close enough for them to double jump across, one by one, able to avoid the crowds below. They did so without distraction, having one focus, one goal. They kept on jumping, knowing they were gaining on the mysterious attacker. They finally reached the lower part of the city, taking the opportunity to jump off the building, landing expertly.
Panting heavily, they whipped around the corner and saw the blue-armored assassin running ahead. "Halt!" Raptor-Rex cried. They all flung their swords at him, but missed by an inch. The attacker went running down nearby steps that led underground the street.
"Great! Come on!" Vader exclaimed. The Admins retrieved their swords and darted down the stairs.
Now below the street, they found themselves in a brightly lit club. The crowd was even larger and more cramped than the market place above them. The Admins broke away from each other, rushing through the crowd in different directions. They swept through the underground club quickly, eyes darting everywhere, and met up together in the back of the room after making a full loop. "Nowhere. We've lost him," Raptor-Rex sighed. "JohnArnold, you go ahead and get the parts we need for the modifications - we need to for sure to be ready for the Derby tomorrow. Meanwhile, Vader and I will go and have a little talk with AcroIguana."
"Right," JohnArnold replied, "These silver-armored phantoms are more than just ‘a local thief', as he called them." And so the Admins departed, heading their separate ways.
Vader and Raptor-Rex walked up the steps of the two story building of Acro's, coming to his door. The stepped forward and knocked, waiting in silence. They heard footsteps drawing near as the door slid open with a creek. The door was opened just a tad, revealing the face of the one that had first introduced them to Acro - SamFan. "Something wrong, Admins?" she asked.
"We wish to talk with Acro. It's very important," Vader told her. It was SamFan's nature to refuse, they knew that. But since they had made the deal of entering the Demolition Derby, she should let them in. Looking them over once more, she shrugged and opened the door for them to come in. "Thank you," Vader smiled. She led them to the back and opened the door for them.
Acro stood looking out the window, his hands folded behind him. He heard people approaching and turned around. His face was strained, but when he saw it was only Vader and Raptor-Rex, it relaxed. "Oh, it's only you. You must forgive me. I've been very wary ever since that thief attacked," he explained.
"We've been meaning to talk with you. We know it just wasn't a ‘thief' that had attacked you that night," Raptor-Rex started. "They are definitely not local thieves."
"Why would you say that?" Acro spat, as if they were somehow insulting him.
"Because we just ran into another one of our silver-armored friends in the marketplace - identical to the one we ed in saving you that night. Not just that, but we've decided the one that had wrecked that first room in your apartment wasn't an angry hotel guest - it was one of these hunters," Vader replied. Acro was silent, his face showing he hadn't expected any of these words from the Admins. His stern face finally broke down as he collapsed into his newly bought recliner behind him.
"I can't believe this. Assassination attempts?" Acro sighed, his hands rubbing his forehead as his voice showed extreme stress and pressure.
"And we are going to stop them, Acro. I promise," Raptor-Rex gave his word. Without another word, they left the room.
CHAPTER 4
Vader and Raptor-Rex returned to the double chopper as fast as possible after their second meeting with Acro, rushing across the landing pad. They walked inside to find River and Para sitting together in the room they had left them, and that Cyros and Tango had returned as well, leaning on the walls, sipping some water. "Is JohnArnold back yet?" Raptor-Rex asked quickly.
"No," Cyros told them. Vader and Raptor-Rex glanced at each other with a sigh.
"We don't have much time. River, didn't you say the armor of the ner that had attacked Acro that night had been made on Hawaii Movie Tours?" Vader asked.
"That's right," River confirmed. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"We must leave for that site right away. That armored man wasn't just a thief - he was one of several different hunters out to assassinate Acro."
"What?! How did you find that out?" River asked, leaping up from his seat next to Para.
"We ran into another one on the streets - identical to the one we ed in Acro's apartment. We are going to Hawaii Movie Tours to investigate," Raptor-Rex rushed through the explanation, then turning to Tango. "Can you disconnect the double chopper for us?" he asked.
"Sure thing," Tango said, strutting out of the room to head for the pit.
"Hold on a second! You can't just leave! Why are you doing favors for Acro?" River exclaimed, he arms outstretched.
"You seem to forget that the Admin Order's purpose is to serve the internet and keep peace. The Admins do not just lie down while there are ing attempts being made on anyone - especially not when they are being made on a ential ally. We must get to the bottom of this and find out the cause," Vader told him sternly.
"What about the Derby?!"
"John will need an extra pilot to help him in the Derby if you two are using the back half of the double chopper to take to Hawaii Movie Tours," Para chimed in, standing up with the others.
"Well, let me at least come with you!" River told the two departing Admins. And then as an afterthought, added ". . . and let Para come too!"
"No, River. Your place is here. You are the next best pilot besides JohnArnold, you have to help him pilot the second mini-chopper. And Para must help John in modifying the engines," Raptor-Rex told him, then stepped forward, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We aren't leaving to fight a war without you, River. We simply must find the reason behind this mystery and alert it to Acro."
Tango returned from the controls at the front of the craft at that moment, announcing, "Everything is ready. I disconnected the second mini-chopper," he told them. Vader and Raptor- Rex nodded and left the room without another word. The others would have to tell JohnArnold good-bye for them, for there was no time to waste.
They boarded the mini-chopper that had been disconnected from the first. Vader took the pilot's seat as they both strapped in, and Raptor-Rex set the coordinates for the website as they lifted the vehicle up into the air, away from the airport. Once clearing the city, they accelerated for their destination.
"I can't believe they're doing this! They can't just leave us like this! They are only two Admins! What if they get a hostile welcome? They think they can defend themselves against an entire site?" River cried. Para shook his head, squeezing his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"Don't worry about them. The entire site isn't going to be against them. Hawaii Movie Tours is a tourist attraction site," she assured him.
"And now I must compete in the Demolition Derby, as well. This isn't going to be a pretty sight," River said, imagining piloting past dinosaurs and boulders in a huge arena.
An hour had gone by in the Admins' flight through the skies. Finally, up ahead, they could see vicinity of Hawaii Movie Tours approaching. Raptor-Rex and Vader looked down on it from the above, noticing the lush palm trees that covered the site, the tram that winded all over the site - through caves, by paddocks, and through the Port City that served as an entrance to the entire place. A large back lot with warehouses, for filming motion s, was set next to the tram's pathway. As they continued scanned, they saw there was a landing strip in front of the Port City that, pointing out. "Put ‘er down over there," Raptor-Rex told Vader.
Vader leaned forward on the controls and glided gracefully down to the landing strip, rolling to stop. As he turned of the engine, they saw there was a huge entrance gate to the amusement park and several hyped-up people were lined up before the ticket booths, cheering. "This place sure does draw tourists," Vader smirked.
At that point, a security officer walked over to them from behind. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but you are only allowed to land here for drop-offs," he told them. The Admins looked at each other and then back at the officer.
"I'm afraid this is an emergency. We must speak with the owner of this site, Bob, immediately," Raptor-Rex told him. The guard seemed skeptical and suspicious. Of course, security had to be, in a place like this.
"Just what is the emergency, gentlemen?" he asked, unconvinced.
"It concerns ing attempts. The origin of the hunters who have been committing these attempts is here, we believe," Vader told him. The officer's face turned to displaying irritation and disgust. "No, no, we aren't accusing Bob," Vader quickly amended. "We think he may know of the person who is behind all this."
"Hmm, I'll have to clear it before I let you in to talk to him. In the meantime, you can move your vehicle to the guest parking lot on the other side of the runway," the guard told them and walked off. Raptor-Rex and Vader turned on the engine and took off once again. They circled back around and sure enough, ahead of them was the parking lot, filled with dozens of other tourist vehicles.
"Sure are a lot of empty spaces to park," Vader sarcastically remarked at the crowded lot. They came down for a soft landing, just inching past the other vehicles, and the guard met them there.
"Bob says I can take you in," he informed them, not seeming to happy about having to bring them to his boss. "Ready? Follow me," he told them without waiting for a reply. Both of the Admins did as he said and followed through the back entrance gate. They found themselves walking through the amusement park's main street, bustling with tourists snapping s, and into a Moderator Building on the corner of one of the blocks. They went up a circular flight of stairs and stepped inside an elevator, which took them to the top floor of the building. Soon enough, they exited and walked inside the brightly lit, fashionable office.
"Raptor-Rex and Vader?" a man at a white desk before them stood up to greet them. "I'm Bob. Pleased to meet you," he smiled at them, shaking their hands. The Admins sat down in the seats that were placed in front of Bob's desk. After the security guard saw everything was alright, he exited. "What can I do for you? I understand this concerns a of some kind?"
"Well, there hasn't been a yet. But there have been attempts. The hunters that have made these attempts wear an armor that our comrades have identified to have been made here," Raptor-Rex explained.
"What makes you think they were made here?" Bob asked, puzzled.
"They were made out of the metal that is naturally colored different shades of silver and blue. We aren't sure of the name of it, however, but we know that metal is only found here," Vader continued.
"Ah, yes. It is akkaii metal. It grows out in the jungle's caves. But, I'm afraid we've never made any armor from it." The Admins, bowed their heads, thinking they'd reached a end. "However . . . I know who might," Bob added, suddenly alerting the Admin's attention once again. "We made a deal with a man named Nick Van Owen a while back. He'd wanted to harvest some of the akkaii. Still, I never asked him what he used it for - no questions were asked."
"Nick Van Owen . . . he wouldn't perhaps be a smuggler by any chance?" Raptor-Rex asked, his mind racing.
"I have no idea. But if you'd like, I can take you to the caves Nick Van Owen was mining from. He left a broken vehicle behind that might give you some clues as to where his whereabouts are."
"We would appreciate it very much, Bob. Thank you," Vader smiled. Bob got up and they took the elevator back down from the office. He led them through the amusement park at a brisk pace to the attraction called "Movie Backlot Tours". There, they cut through the large line of people to board their own tram. Bob took the helm while Vader and Raptor-Rex sat behind him.
They took off down a hill and soon found themselves in a winding path through the jungle. "I'm taking a detour. The tram usually runs through the movie studios on the back lot before touring the jungle," Bob told them. After a peaceful drive through the lush foliage, they reached a cave that loomed above them, as if swallowing them up. As they journeyed inside, Bob turned the headlights on the tram to high-power beams, so that they could see clearly. They traveled a ways deeper and deeper, until they stopped, Bob stepped out as the headlights dimmed.
"This is it. Here's some flash lights, guys," Bob turned to them, tossing the devices to them, flicking them on. The Admins proceeded forward, being led by Bob, until they crept into a spot in the wall and emerged on the other side. Inside the narrow fit, akkaii metal glinted all over, protruding from the walls of the cave, displaying its glorious colors.
"Any idea why Nick Van Owen wanted to come here on Hawaii Movie Tours, of all places, to harvest metal?" Vader asked Bob as he examined the jagged walls.
"Well, I assume it's because this is one of the stronger metals in the internet. It is good for building houses, vehicles . . ." Bob's voice trailed off.
"And armor?" Vader said, giving him a questioning look. Bob nodded admittedly. After the Admins examined the metal a bit further, they turned back around. "Now where is the vehicle you spoke of - the one they left behind?"
"Ah yes. Right this way," Bob said, leading them back further into the cave. In a moment, the beams of the flashlight caught the vehicle laying on its side, revealing it to be a mining car, used to dig holes in caves. The Admins bent down to examine it closer, whipping off the dirt and grime. Raptor-Rex went straight for the engine ,to see if they could find some markings there.
"Here! I found something!" he announced as Vader and Bob trudged over. "There's a number here. It's JT3271138," Raptor-Rex said aloud, focusing the light on the number. Bob then jumped.
"I know where Nick Van Owen is from now! The two letters at the beginning of those numbers is a code that is put on every vehicle to determine the website it came from! If the numbers start with JT, it can only be from one place - UFX! Nick Van Owen must be on UFX!"
"We can't thank you enough for you help, Bob. Now, we must go," Vader nodded, shaking Bob's hand quickly and running back to the tram with him, intent on getting back to their mini-chopper.
The sun shone brightly over jurassicpark.com, turning the day into one of the hottest of the year. Acro's statements about the arena being massively huge were proven true when the Admins visited it that day. People from al over the website were pouring into the seats of the structure at a non-stop rate. Spanning a mile in diameter, the base of the arena was filled with sand, rocks, ditches, but at the moment, no dinosaurs, as Acro had claimed there would be. "And welcome to another Demolition Derby!" the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers. "Today promises to be a big hell-raiser of a Derby. We have old pros and newcomers mixing to come out on top. The contestants are coming into the arena now, I see."
Below, doors on the side of the stadium opened and all sorts of different vehicles entered, of all makes, builds, and armaments. "Oh, I think its . . . yes! It's Dino-Snore! Derby Champion! He's just entered the stadium!" the announcer yelled. The crowd roared louder than it seemed possible as a red vehicle slowly rolled into the base of the arena. "And there is Dino-Snore's crown-jewel vehicle - the famous Eagle. That baby's equipped with concussion missiles and torpedo launchers! Give it up!" At that, Dino-Snore got out of his vehicle and stood on top, waving wildly to the crowd, boasting over his vehicle.
"And also, here comes Jet Raptor with his swoop bike. It's got two long-range rifles attached to that baby. And a grenade launcher thrown in the package as well!" Jet waved the crowd, smiling from ear to ear. "Lutz is coming in too. He still has his classic modified plane!" Lutz ran around his vehicle and did a cartwheel, jumping up on top of the plane with a chuckle. "Next, I see Oviraptor coming in with his battle tank. He's got a new weapon since last time - a long range cannon. I've been informed he's also modified his tank to a top speed of fifty-five. Good luck today, Ovi!" Oviraptor spun his vehicle round and round as the crowd, gave him his trademark hand wave that he always made when winning a race. "Plus, here's Sinorsis. He has a glider, I hope he does OK with that flimsy thing!" Sinornis spat in the announcers direction and then waved to the crowd, creating a much more mild commotion than the previous competetors.
"An lastly, we have . . . a mini-chopper?! She has to be scavenged from a junk pile or somethin'! She's equipped with only a machine-gun and a tow cable? What the heck?! Well, we wish JohnArnold and River Yolin luck with that hunk a junk!" the announcer snickered. The crowd roared with laughter as River gave them a look of disgust, putting on his helmet along with JohnArnold.
"Don't worry about what they think. Just be safe," Para told River, rubbing his back while looking deep into his eyes. "Please . . . be safe. I don't want to lose you." She stared at him a little longer and then they embraced.
"You won't. Don't worry," River said, smiling. With a final look at each other, they parted as Para rejoined the crowd and River jumped into the pit. JohnArnold started to walk into the pilot's seat when suddenly, he felt a tap on the back. He whirled to surprisedly see SamFan next to him.
"John! Acro wishes you luck. And . . . I guess I do to," she told him, just barely ing a smile. JohnArnold nodded in thanks. "Look, you're a rascal but you deserve to win against these people. Go get ‘em," she said, and then turned and ran back towards the seating areas. Glad that the encounter had happened, John got into the mini-chopper and revved up the engines. He glanced over at River, to give him and reassuring look.
"And here comes AcroIguana in the top booth!" the announcer yelled, alarming the two Admins. They raised their eyes to the very top of the arena, where Acro came from inside his personal sky box and out to the balcony, receiving massive appraisal.
"Welcome everyone! Let the game begin!" Acro smiled cheerfully, reaching over to a nearby table, taking out a horn, sucking in a breath, and blowing it loudly. The Demolition Derby was ready to be started.
All the competitors quickly formed a circle around the perimeter of the base of the stadium, equally spaced apart from each other. They all faced the center of the arena, where there was an unusual mound of sand stacked there. As a tradition, all the vehicles drove right into the center of the arena while firing each other to have a chance to take each other out right away. But the Admins had other ideas. "River, when the race starts, don't head for the center," JohnArnold told his co-pilot, still staring ahead.
"What? Why? That's how you can get easy hits at your opponent!" River declared.
"Just do as I say." River sighed and reluctantly set course for driving around the stadium instead of heading for the center.
Repetitive beeps began sounding throughout the arena, each one symbolizing the countdown. Dino-Snore clutched his controls, his reflexes on the verge of taking quick action. Sinorsis wiped the sweat from his forehead, slightly twisting in his seat. Jet Raptor ed his knuckles, giving a final exhale before clutching his controls once again. Oviraptor rubbed his hands together and flipped a switch on his control board, staring at the monitor. Lutz lowered his vizor, keeping his eyes frozen as his opponents. Everyone waited with keen anticipation.
Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one!
All vehicles sped towards the center - except for the mini-chopper. JohnArnold and River swooped around, hugging the side of the ring, watching their opponents to the left of them. When the other contestants got close enough to each other, they all open fired. Everyone was being his with barrages of bullets, missiles, and grenades as they drew just meters away from the mound in the center. As they got closer and closer, two bullets grazed the pile. Out of nowhere, the ground shook. From under the mound of sand arose a huge, roaring Tyrannosaurus, surprising all the contestants. At the last second, everyone in the center swerved and got away. But Sinorsis wasn't quite as lucky. He tried to turn, but the Rex crushed him with his powerful jaws.
"Wow!" River exclaimed, closely monitoring the entire ordeal. "How did you know that would happen?"
"All in experience, Riv," JohnArnold smiled.
Now, the Admins turned back in towards the center. As the other contestants were distracted, they took the opportunity to sneak behind Lutz's plane. Lutz, although paying attention to what was directly ahead of them, caught the Admins on his sensor-scope display on his controls, spinning around his to turn one-hundred-eighty degrees backwards. He fired directly towards the mini-chopper, scarring their front. Despite Lutz's defense, it was too late. The blades of the chopper slashed into the plane's wings and it went spewing out across the arena, sliding into a dugout on the side and spraying up sand behind it as it did so.
"Wow! Backup!" the announcer yelled. "The Derby just began and two contestants are already down? Oh sites and ads! This is crazy! They were all surprised and confused with the Rex! They'll have to watch that critter from now on. Oh, wait, what's this?! Is Dino-Snore about to take care of that Rex?"
Attention was turned towards Dino-Snore, who whipped around his site-famous Eagle and sped right by the Rex, dispensing two timer-bombs as he did so. They both hit the Rex directly on its head, ticking away. Annoyed, the Rex swung his head around, snapping his jaw up and down, making quick, jerky movement to try and shake the timer-bombs off. With one loud sickening blow, , and splatter, pieces of the Rex were flung everywhere to be covered in sand. Dino-Snore snickered, turning back around waving to the crowd as they all cheered at his accomplishment. The driver then turned his attention ahead once again, seeing up ahead that Oviraptor and JohnArnold were headed toward each other, ready to become locked in combat. "This'll be like ing two compies with one stone," Dino-Snore arrogantly chuckled as he readied his torpedoes to aim at the two opponents.
Meanwhile, the Admins were so busy toggling with Oviraptor, they didn't even notice Dino-Snore's approach. Ovi jammed on his jet propulsion and went zooming straight over the mini-chopper. It flattened John and River a bit, but the blades of their craft cut into the underside of Ovi's tank. "Oh God, I never dreamed the Derby would go this fast!" River exclaimed, snapping his hand up to whip sweat from himself.
"Why not? The only way to win is to be quick!" JohnArnold smirked. He revved up and pushed forward on the controls, slamming out from under the tank and swiveling back to face him. Suddenly, a torpedo went sizzling just millimeters beside them and crashed right into Oviraptor. John turned his head around and saw the shooter of torpedo was none-other than Dino-Snore, and behind Dino-Snore, Jet-Raptor was creeping up. Jet rapid fired on Dino-Snore and launched a grenade, revealing his presence with a bang. The weapons scarred the Eagle pretty badly, but Dino-Snore sure wasn't down. He spun in the other direction and unloaded upon Jet-Raptor, chasing him towards the other side of the arena.
Now, not having to worry about those two competitors, the Admins open fired on Oviraptor when from behind one of the nearby rocks, a deinonychus leaped out on top of the tank, trying to get inside the hatch and breaking glass furiously. As Oviraptor was distracted, John fired several rounds of bullets at him. Annoyed, Ovi shot his cannon forward at them, reaching top speed. His heavy-duty vehicle cleaved off two of the blades on the mini-chopper, but it didn't stop the Admins. "This baby's been through a lot. Come on and hold together!" JohnArnold said aloud.
He fired another spew of fire and the tank became grounded, spinning in a circle as sparks flew. John fired a few more times and another explosion sounded. He had succeeded in demolishing the tank. Now there were still two others.
On the other side of the arena, Dino-Snore was chasing after Jet-Raptor. Although both the Eagle and the swoop were booth extremely maneuverable, Jet far outdid the Eagle in those terms. He swarmed around the Eagle, firing at it like a madman. In a hope to slow Jet for just a second, Dino-Snore rapid fired on him. All the shots were missing as the Eagle's shooters twirled, the weapons' noses chasing after the speedy swoop. Finally, one nicked it and pushed Jet back off his course for just a split-second. That was all that Dino-Snore needed to lock on with his highly modified supercomputer. He fired his missiles and blew Jet-Raptor and swoop far into the sky.
"Oh my! It is down to a duel my friends! The team of JohnArnold and River vs. The Champion Dino-Snore!" the announcer's voice blared. The crowd all stood up, cheering, anxious to see what the outcome would
The two remaining vehicles were still. They were facing each other from separate sides of the arena. Their gas was pumped. Their engines were roaring. The crowd was leaning forward off their seat to watch. The anticipation grew by the second . . .
The Admins and Dino-Snore blasted off towards one another. Both of them fired over and over again - bullets, missiles, torpedoes, s; all of their weapons were going back and forth between the mini-chopper and the Eagle. They sped closer, and closer, and closer until they were just a few feet away, all of their weapons still blazing and then . . . and then . . . and then . . .
There was a loud boom as dust and sand covered the vehicles, in a swirling cloud. All was silent. The cloud of dirt was veiling who had one the match, and everyone was impatiently waiting for it to clear. There was the blowing of wind and the dust was swept away to reveal the outcome.
The mini-chopper lay on its side, its motor having been blown out of its socket. And Dino-Snore stood atop his parked Eagle, waving with pride. The crowd all resumed their cheering in an instant, for the Champion had won yet again. "Holy dino crap! He's done it again!" the announcer yelled.
The crowd all started chanting "Hooray for the Champ" over and over. That sound kept flowing into the ears of River and JohnArnold, who were laying on their side in the mini- chopper's pilots' seats. They slowly eased themselves out of their craft as the chants kept coming and coming. And then the crowd erupted, bursting into pure cheers and excitement.
The only thing the sounds of the crowd reinforced to the Admins was . . . they had lost. They had lost out on their last hope for defeating the Flooders . . .
Vader piloted his and Raptor-Rex's mini-chopper towards the rocky-red colored site that was UFX. On the dashboard of the vehicle, a small map of the terrain showed up, measuring elevation, longitude, and latitude. Most of the surface was very rugged, sprinkled with the largest boulders they'd ever seen and shattered with larger-than-life canyons. Raptor-Rex leaned forward pointed to a flat spot they could land on. Vader nodded, pushing the controls forward and unfolding the landing gear, setting it down gently on the plateau. "Well, I think this is the place we'll find the mastermind behind the hunters," Vader commented, clutching his sword as he looked around.
Both Admins exited the mini-chopper, stepping off the unfolding ramp. It was in the afternoon time as the sun shone brightly on the red terrain. Without wasting time, they made their way past several rocks that were precariously stacked and made it to the top of a jagged outcropping. Raptor-Rex took out his mini-binoculars from their pouch and scanned across the horizon. "Up there," he pointed forward, "It's a settlement of some kind. Let's go."
They started forward when they were stopped, their ears picked up a faint hissing, and then the scattering of pebbles. Vader spun around and twirled his sword in a circle, chopping a creature that was lunging at them in mid air. Slowly, they both bent down to study the now animal. It was a small brown dinosaur that seemed to be a compsognathus.
Another shriek rang through their ears.
The Admins turned to find two other creatures coming towards them. Raptor-Rex bent low and chopped off both their heads in a swift blow. His eyes went across their body. "Same species. And all three look identical. Look even their skin design and blotches look exactly the same. There isn't any difference at all. They even all have scars in the exact same spot on their legs. Weird," Raptor-Rex observed.
"It is very strange. Well, we still have to get going. Perhaps we'll find something that will clarify how there are three identical dinosaurs," Vader said, getting up. Shrugging, Raptor-Rex continued to walk on towards the settlement in the distance.
It was indeed a long walk. The two Admins were nearly spraining their ankles over constantly traveling over jagged terrain.
After about an hour of perseverance, the reached their destination. Vader and Raptor-Rex crawled across a small hill, lying on their stomachs so as not to be seen, observing what was going on just below them. Several shelters made out of dura-steel frames and metal were planted next to each other in a close huddle. Shafts that dotted the settlement led down underground, probably for harvesting minerals. But the thing that first caught the two Admins' eyes right away was the tall machinery in the center of the settlement, on which many workers were being hoisted up on platforms, welding the side of the center tower and others were busy at work on the flatter parts of the machinery. "What is this?" Vader asked, somewhat surprised.
At that, Raptor-Rex pulled out his mini-binoculars once again to get a closer look. He zoomed in on the side, trying to notice any details that might give them clues on what the machinery was being used for. And then he saw it, zooming in closer and adjusting his focus. To he amazement, dozens of chambers could be seen, storing growing embryos. "Take a look," Raptor-Rex said woodenly, astonished and dazed, handing the binoculars over to Vader. When Vader looked though he gasped.
"Looks like our Nick Van Owen is up to cloning technology - advanced technology, at that," Vader sighed. "This is serious. We have to contact the other Admins back on jurassicpark.com and warn them. We have to stop this before the technology is finished, or else we'll have to face our most powerful opponent yet."
"But one question still needs to be answered. Why is Nick Van Owen making attempts to AcroIguana?" Raptor-Rex wondered. Setting the thought aside for later, he quickly pulled out his radio from his pouch and flipped it on. He set the destination for his message - JohnArnold's mini-chopper. When the radio was ready with an affirmative beep, he started talking. A small camera in the radio began taping a video of both Admins. "JohnArnold, River, Para, Cyros, Tango, we've made a horrible discovery. We've tracked down the hunters' source only to find that a man named Nick Van Owen is conducting-" Suddenly, they were both kicked across the rocks. They dodged for their swords but a hand swiftly ed them up before the Admins could get to them. Panting, Vader and Raptor-Rex looked above to see three hunters - their armor made from Hawaii Movie Tours, just like the hunters they'd seen on jurassicpark.com. But another man stood amongst them, who had armor that was nearly the same as the hunters, but his was green and maroon colored, and for more beaten up and worn out. The hunters' armor had been most likely fashioned after this man's.
The hunters raised their s to finish them off, but the green-armored man quickly whipped out his arm and stopped them. "Take them to Prison 4," the he said in a rusty voice. The hunters reluctantly nodded and shoved the Admins up off the ground, pushing them forward and marching towards the settlement. The man in green armor bent down and picked up the Admins' swords, hooking them on his belt and stared after the retreating trespassers for a moment. He then stared down at Raptor-Rex's radio, pitched onto it's side, still turned on and having video taped the entire occurrence. The video ended and radio automatically sent the message to JohnArnold's mini-chopper on jurassicpark.com. With an exhale, the man turned and followed after the hunters.
Please go on to read Part Two . . .
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