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The Jurassic Chronicles- Book 1- Jurassic Park 3- Introduction - Chapter 2
By Vito_The_White
THE JURASSIC CHRONICLES
Trevor Melton
Thanks A Million:
I'd like to make a main dedication of this novel to my extremely cool best friend, Patrick Heath. Without you buddy, I wouldn't be able to continue writing.
My Other Best Friend,
Robert Freeman
The Love of My Life,
Daniel Naff
My Little Buddy,
Alex Frye
My Precious,
Tosha Taylor
My Mom and Dad,
Debbie & David Reeves
My Girl,
Nikki Simmons
My Fun To Be Around Friend,
Katie Rucker
And As Always: My Little Bro,
Hunter Dillon
Special Thanks Goes To:
My Favorite Actor: Trevor Morgan
The character he played in Jurassic Park 3 the movie, Eric Kirby, was the huge inspiration for this novel and I've been really enjoying the development of this character, for he is one of my favorite JP characters. Without the writers of JP3 and Trevor Morgan, Eric Kirby wouldn't be possible.
In The Memory Of:
Pat Worth and Sally Worth.
"Virunga's not exactly a garden spot these days. The Kigani are on the rampage, and they're cannibals. Pygmies aren't friendly anymore either. Likely to find an arrow in your back for your troubles. Volcanoes always threatening to blow. Tsetse flies. Bad water. Corrupt officials. Not a place to go without a very good reason, hmm? Perhaps you should put off your trip until things settle down."
-Captain Charles Munro, 1979
"Also in the Congo. For years there have been reports by pygmies of a large sauropod, perhaps even an apatosaur, in the dense forest around Bokambu. And also in the high jungles of Irian Jaya, there is supposedly an animal the size of a rhino, which perhaps is a remnant ceratopsian-"
-Dr. Richard Levine, 1995
"When the hunter goes out in the rain forest to seek food for his family, does he expect to control nature? No. He imagines that nature is beyond him. Beyond his understanding. Beyond his control."
-Dr. Ian Malcolm, 1989
INTRODUCTION:
"The Mysteries of Dinosaur Cloning"
Right before the turn of the twenty-first century, a man named John Hammond created what everyone knew today to be the place called Jurassic Park, where scientists cloned dinosaurs from DNA trapped in ancient remains of amber. This amber contained mosquitoes that were trapped inside the amber for hundreds of millions of years. Did this really happen, or was it just a myth? People like Dr. Alan Grant, a Paleontologist from Montana, and Dr. Richard Levine, a Paleontologist from Berkeley have told several stories about the islands of death. One being Isla Nublar where the showcase for Jurassic Park was set up. The second being a part of Las Cinco Muertas, or in English, The Five Deaths. This island was called Isla Sorna or the second site for InGen, the bioengineering company that created these prehistoric animals.
Science has proven to be a very interesting thing to impact everyone's way of life. Genetics has made most of these impacts with the main implications of cloning. The cloning of the sheep was possible. How about the cloning of a human being? Could someone actually clone themselves? Who knows? The fact is that InGen did so, but with something that didn't ever seem to be possible.
80 million years is a long time. Simply put, DNA does not last that long. At least, that’s what scientists thought. Scientists that didn't ever work for InGen that is.
In 1992, Dr. Raul Cano extracted DNA from ancient amber, just like what the scientists of Jurassic Park did. 2 years later, in a 1,800-foot-deep coalmine near Provo, Utah, Dr. Scott Woodward found DNA molecules on what was suspected to be dinosaur bones. One thing was for sure-the DNA matched no known animal. However, these molecules only produced nine readable sequences from a single strand of DNA for a particular gene.
A clone couldn't be created from such a small amount of information. DNA was too unstable and too easy to contaminate. This was especially true of extinct, ancient animals like dinosaurs, as there were already very little biological information about them.
A saying that life will find a way was made about InGen. That saying was made by Dr. Ian Malcolm, a mathematician whose life has been filled with the theories of chaos. Eight years ago this man was invited to an island called Isla Nublar; which was owned by the genetics company. On that island strange happenings occurred making his theories of chaos more accurate then ever before.
The fact was that no scientists could ever possibly believe that Jurassic Park did happen, or that the novels that Dr. Ian Malcolm and Dr. Alan Grant wrote a few years ago explaining the events that occurred on Jurassic Park as not being fact, and only fiction. Malcolm and Grant were said as being lunatics for what they wrote. All of the chaos factors and horrors of death from these so-called monsters that surrounded the islands near Costa Rica were entirely unbelievable. The books explained the deaths of several employees on Isla Nublar and how Malcolm almost died himself.
Dinosaurs were believed to have been extinct for 65 million years and that there was no chance of them ever coming back. The genetics company was called InGen. They changed that factor creating their own dinosaurs. They then put these animals on the island, which they called Jurassic Park.
On top of that, some scientists believed that the DNA found in ancient bones and eggs weren’t that of a dinosaur, but just pollutants. So until scientists have the ability to better recognize and harvest DNA, and until they can clone dead cells, there will be no modern dinosaurs. And it will most likely stay that way for a long time.
InGen's park backfired causing the deaths of at least five people, maybe more. After that, the island was destroyed and InGen went into Chapter 11.
Several years later Dr. Malcolm found out that InGen had another island. It was an island that existed with no one having the slightest idea about it. John Hammond, the owner of InGen had created this island without telling anyone so he could do his testing on the animals at a place known as his Site B.
Isla Sorna was known to be the dark side of Jurassic Park, where Dr. Malcolm and several other people soon found out to be a place of new danger and chaos that ended up bringing Lewis Dodgson-the man that gave Dennis Nedry the shaving cream can-and the Biosyn Corporation to the island to steal dinosaur eggs, and create their own Jurassic Park. The plan failed, leaving Dodgson and his men dead as well as the lives of two other people on Dr. Malcolm's team.
Ever since, the Costa Rican government has been trying their best to stop people from traveling to this island in fear of more deaths. Until three weeks ago when several people stumbled onto the island trying to find a lost boy who went parasailing when something went very wrong. That story was told in the words of Eric Kirby-a young boy that went on the trip-Dr. Alan Grant, and several other people involved with the incident.
After that, in late 2001, there several accidents were reported in the Congo region of Zaire, near Bokambu and Irian Jaya, where several pygmies of large animals had been reported seen back in 1992. These incidents were reported as maulings with large numbers of dead found. They were all apparently members of a Bioengineering company called Zinj. Zinj received its name from the lost city called Zinj. Rumors were spread around that the company had been setting up some kind of park facility that they'd planned to open to the public within the next year or so.
However, something terrible went wrong. The Society of Jurassic Park Survivors (SJPS) and the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) caught wind of what was going on with the Zinj Corporation and had sent spies to infiltrate the park that was in the Congo.
These incidents were just more troubling factors that faced the Congo along with the mystery of the Lost City of Zinj that appeared at the time to be inhabited by killer gray gorillas. That mystery came to a close thanks to Dr. Peter Elliot, of the Department of Zoology and Dr. Karen Ross, formally of Earth Resources Technology Services Inc. Those two people were able to discover the plague of these monsters and watched while Mt. Mukenko destroyed the Lost City and hopefully the killer gorillas. That was at least until John Hammond found this area and made Site C for his Jurassic Park.
This new threat from the company Zinj however, has been determined to not be caused by Gorilla attacks, but as one local called them "Monsters from another time". The locals of these areas however have known to overexagerate from time to time. Could this all be the return of the nightmare that InGen created? The events that occurred in the Congo are still a mystery to the SJPS and the FBI. For no one truly knows what really happened in the dark depths of the Congo.
BOOK 1:
JURASSIC PARK 3
PROLOGUE:
THE FOG OF THE PARASAIL
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander Payne, and Jim Taylor
Saturday, July 9, 1999
Isla Sorna, Pacific Ocean
It was a sunny Saturday over the Pacific Ocean. The sun glistened in the reflection of the calm, sparkling water. It was peaceful. There was a slight breeze over the lush green island of Isla Sorna. It wasn't too hot. Nobody else was around. It was a perfect day for Dino-Soar parasailing.
Enrique Cardoso had run this business for a few years now. He had gotten away with it every time. Sure it was illegal, but he made big bucks off of it. Tourists were dinosaur crazy after hearing the stories told by several scientists who'd toured this island about four years ago. People were willing to offer just about anything to Enrique to get up close to the magnificent leviathans - even if it was against the law.
The government had taken steps to secure Sorna and keep the public away. They made strict and firm rules. They wouldn't allow anything -not a boat, a plane, a chopper - anything near the island. However, Enrique didn't care. That was the kind of guy he was. He didn't care about the law, the press, or about the public's thoughts. He cared about the money. And to him, that surely wasn't a bad thing to care about.
Enrique was inspecting the rope that would soon allow his current employers to soar up into the air, while still attached to his boat. Everything was quiet. No official had been by so far. That was essential.
Just as Enrique thought about it, he heard the sound of a motor. It wasn't in the water. He looked around and saw a plane in the sky. He walked out from under the shade of his boat and pulled a pair of binoculars up toward his eyes, looking at the white vehicle soaring through the clouds. He just stood there, stiff.
His employer, Ben Hildebrand, sat with a young accomplice, Eric Kirby, in the corner of the boat. Ben was wearing some brown shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Eric was wearing a long-sleeved red shirt with a pair of cut-off Levi's blue jeans. They were also wearing the gear for the parasailing flight and were ready to take to the skies.
Ben noticed Enrique looking above. "Is everything ok," he asked.
Enrique didn't reply for a few moments, still staring up at the plane. It finally passed and disappeared in the clouds, the sound of its motor quieting.
"Yes, yes, it's ok," Enrique nodded turning back to them. "Well, are you ready for the adventure of your life, muchachos?" he smiled. Ben and Eric nodded enthusiastically.
"I've been waiting for this my whole life," Eric exclaimed. And the way he saw it, it was true. He had always loved dinosaurs. He learned about them, read the books, saw the bones, and looked at the slides. He loved them. They were fascinating -the most fascinating things he had ever heard of or seen in his life. And yet they were extinct and he couldn't view them for himself . . . until now. He'd known about and read all of the stories dealing with what had occurred on this island and Isla Nublar. He may have had to lie to get this far, but he was now going to see what he'd longed to see his whole life.
"Ok, let's get going, bud," Ben said to Eric. Ben Hildebrand was currently going out with Eric's mother Amanda, whom was waiting for them to return back on the Costa Rican mainland. The three of them had gone down to Costa Rica for a nice, week long vacation when they came upon Enrique at a boating service in the nearby area. Once Eric had realized that the parasailing services that Enrique offered were for seeing dinosaurs, he immediately wanted to go.
Ben and Amanda were pretty much against going (at the time thinking that it was an African Safari overview), but Eric had had little fun on the trip what so ever and they both wanted him to enjoy himself. Also, Eric really didn't like Ben from the first time that they'd met. Eric missed his parents being together and he held that against Ben. Ben liked the kid though, and wanted to try to get to know him better so he agreed to go along with the parasailing idea while Amanda continued to tan on the beach. With only one exception, Ben liked to be around Eric and wanted Eric to like him. The only exception was that Eric was Bi-Sexual, and Ben really didn't like that. Eric had had about three boyfriends in the past and only one girlfriend, so it just seemed that this would be a good chance to try to talk Eric out of being Bi so he could be a normal kid.
The two tourists jumped up and walked to the back of the boat. Enrique strapped the rope on them and tugged on the harness to make sure it was secure. He stepped back and looked at everything and then gave them a thumbs up. "Ready Muchachos?"
"Ready," Ben replied excitedly.
"Ready," Eric replied smiling. He returned the thumbs up.
Enrique laughed while he unrolled the rope and let them go. A huge, wide sail popped out of the back of Ben and Eric as they lifted above the boat.
Enrique laughed once again and went over to bring them and the boat through two massive rocks -through a gorge filled with water- and closer to the island. Ben pulled out a video camera and turned it on. He surveyed the green island, looking for the animals. "You scared?" he asked Eric while still looking into the camera.
"No, not at all! This is great!" Eric smiled. The rope continued to let the duo sail further upward, higher and higher than the Dino-Soar boat. Ben and Eric continued to look anxiously at the island, scanning the area for any of the prehistoric leviathans in Eric's case. Ben was stupidly looking for elephants and lions.
"You see anything yet?" Eric asked hopefully.
Ben shook his head. "No, not yet," he replied. Eric looked down at the boat and the water. It was approaching a very thick mist. Perhaps you wouldn't even call it a mist. More like a fog that was hanging over the banks of the island. Before he knew it, the boat wasn't even visible and neither was Enrique. The rope they were attached two was just leading down into gray blurs. Eric shrugged and looked back to the island.
Enrique Cardoso tried his best to look past the fog as well as he could. This fog was severely thick and he was unable to barely look past the wheel. He wished that he'd had someone else watching out for him while he steered. He usually did have someone else that worked for him along to either drive or be a look out. However, today was the day off for all of his other employees. Hell, it was Sunday. Most people were at church on Sundays, or had something else to do. He usually didn't have to do these runs on days like this, but he needed the money, so there he was.
Suddenly Enrique felt a jolt, as the boat seemed to gain weight. He then heard a hissing sound and turned around to see a big brown animal with tiger-like strips going down the sides of it. The animal also had two curving claws on both feet. Enrique recognized it immediately. It was his worst nightmare come true. A Velociraptor had once again swum from the shore to the boat.
This had happened once before when a raptor jumped up from out of the water and killed one of his employees. Enrique, of course, covered it up saying that the guy fell in and died of drowning. Enrique had said that the man couldn't swim and Enrique had tried to rescue him, but it was no use. Thankfully, Enrique was able to get the boat moving at the animal fell out of the boat with the employee's body. The tourists had no idea of what had actually happened, because, just like this time, they were in this thick pocket of fog that came down from the large Aviary that Enrique had saw on his first visit to the island. It was almost like the raptors liked to hunt in this foggy part of the water.
One thing that Enrique didn't understand was how the raptors could swim. After the first attack, he'd checked it all out with a local Paleontologist, Dr. Romano Benson, and he'd said that Velociraptors couldn't swim. Their bodies weren't meant for any kind of activity like that. That had disturbed Enrique, but he'd decided that the blame would go on InGen for this mistake. That's where all of the blame for other incidents had gone. It always went to a genetics company that was long since bankrupt.
This time around, Enrique had a larger problem then the first. He didn't have an expendable employee to die in his place and the main fact that there was a full grown Velociraptor standing right in front of him on the same boat that the other incident was caused on.
Enrique grabbed for his rifle that was sitting on the dash behind him. He'd kept it there just in case the raptors had decided to ever try and attack his boat rides again. He shot at the animal hoping to hit it, but the raptor had other plans as it ducked the bullet and slung it's long right arm out, knocking the rifle out of Enrique's hands.
Enrique screamed and started backing away from the monster when it suddenly jumped on his body throwing him to the floor. Enrique could feel the claws piercing into his skin, and the hot breath of the animal as it's head came down and closed over Enrique Cardoso; he was silenced.
Just as Eric Kirby looked back toward the island, there was a sudden jolt to the rope.
"What was that," Eric asked, with alarm.
"I don't know," Ben replied.
Then there was another jolt as Ben was swung around and just barely hung on to the video camera. "Whoa! Almost lost it there," Ben said. Then there was another jolt, more severe this time. Ben and Eric glared down into the mist. The boat was still invisible under the fog. "What is going on down there?"
Several more jolts came and they both began to get nervous. Ben held the camera and Eric. "What's the matter," Eric cried, his voice exploding with fear.
Ben didn't know how to answer. He couldn't see anything that was happening on the boat.
Finally, the fog began to thin. The boat became more visible as it moved away. And what they saw made them gasp. On the boat, nobody was at the controls and Enrique was gone. The boat had looked to have been attacked and almost in pieces. Through all of this Enrique was not visible, and there were several smears of blood all over the boat. Eric cringed in fear. Ben felt him shaking. "It's ok, it's ok, bud," he tried to convince him. But he wasn't even convinced himself. What kind of African animal could've done that? Then he thought of what animals lived in Africa. It couldn't have been lions. How would they have swum that far away from the island? The same could have been said for hyenas. This was all very suspicious to him.
Eric looked ahead and saw the Isla Sorna beach and several rocks guarding it. Sharp rocks. The boat was heading straight for them. "We're going to crash! Do something, quick," Eric yelled. Ben looked down at the strap holding them to the boat and began to fumble around with it.
He disconnected them just in time as the boat smashed into the rocks. Its bottom was torn and ripped by the jagged edges and it toppled over into the ocean.
Meanwhile, Ben quickly took control of the glider and put his hands in the strings that controlled which direction the craft went. As Eric shook with fear, Ben directed the glider away from the jagged rocks and toward the shelter of Sorna.
He wasn't an expert at controlling it, but he brought it down low to where the treetops were in the middle of a valley. Their feet smacked against the treetops and the glider tottered. As Ben and Eric yelled, they slammed down through the branches. The last thing Eric saw was a branch about to hit him and then blackness.
**** Eric's Dream ****
"What's going on," Eric said. He was in the forest alone. "Ben...Ben where are you?" Eric started running through the foliage, trying to find Ben. "Ben!"
"I'm here," came the reply of Ben Hildebrand's voice.
Eric ran to the voice and came out to a clearing where he hoped to find Ben. However, when he looked at the person that he saw in the clearing, he realized that it wasn't Ben. It was a guy that Eric had a crush on. It was Daniel Naff. He was wearing navy blue cargo pants and a red Old Navy tee shirt. He had short black hair, dark eyes, semi-large ears, and a wonderful smile.
"Daniel," Eric asked in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't you already know why I'm here," Daniel asked, moving toward him.
"I don't even know how I got here," Eric said. "Wait...is this heaven?"
Daniel laughed as he stopped at Eric's face. They looked each other in the eyes. Daniel's eyes were a brownish color, and they made Eric weak in the knees. "No silly. Neither one of us are dead. Just think of this as a dream come true. You're on the island that you've always wanted to see, and now you have the love of your life here with you. What more could you ask for?"
Daniel then leaned in and kissed Eric square on the lips. The kiss was long and passionate to Eric's mouth. He could feel Daniel's tongue moving in and out of his mouth; so Eric did the same treatment to him. He then felt Daniel place his arms around Eric's body as he began to embrace him. Daniel then started moving his hands down toward Eric's ass.
Eric broke the kiss and the two moved their heads away from each other. Daniel smiled at him. Eric looked into Daniel's dark and beautiful eyes, and filled himself with joy as he continued to hold onto the one he loved.
"I can't believe you just kissed me," Eric said. "Why did you do that?"
"Now that's a silly question," Daniel replied still smiling. "I've always known that you like me. I can read you like a book, Eric."
"You can," Eric asked smiling.
"Yep," Daniel replied. "Ya know, it's a bit hot on this tropical paradise. What do ya say we... you know... shed some cloths?"
Eric suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. "Shed some cloths?"
"Ahuh," Daniel said shaking his head. Daniel then kissed Eric again and as he was kissing him, he removed Eric's long sleeved red shirt. Eric felt his manhood getting hard as Daniel started to stroke his warm hands all over Eric's upper body.
Eric did the only thing he could think to do and grabbed Daniel's shirt and pulled it over his head. Eric couldn't believe how even more beautiful Daniel looked without a shirt. The two kissed again and pulled their skin together as they hugged.
Daniel then took his hands and unbuttoned and unzipped Eric's cut-off jean shorts. Daniel pulled the shorts down, and then pulled Eric's boxers down as well. Daniel grabbed Eric's prostate and began to slowly suck on it. Eric moaned with delight as he felt the warmth of Daniel's hot breath all over his manhood.
Daniel suddenly stopped and stood back up. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his cargo pants and pulled them down revealing that he was wearing a black jock strap.
Eric suddenly felt very out of date and overly aroused at the same time. Daniel noticed.
"It's ok," he said. "It doesn't matter what underwear you wear. I love you anyway."
"Really," Eric asked. His eyes were gleaming.
"Yes," Daniel replied, as if Eric had asked a stupid question.
Eric smiled and moved over to Daniel. He then placed his hands on Daniel's jock strap and pulled it down revealing Daniel's throbbing penis. Eric then looked up at Daniel and saw that he was smiling once again. Eric then wrapped his mouth around Daniel's manhood and began to suck on it. It tasted a little salty at first -just like most penis always tasted in the beginning-however, Eric always got used to it after the first few seconds. Eric could hear Daniel moaning from the pleasure that Eric was giving him and it made Eric feel wonderful to finally have the love of someone that he'd had a crush on for a long time.
Suddenly Eric felt Daniel moving him away from his prostate. Eric stood back up and allowed Daniel to turn him around. There was an old tree stump nearby that Eric propped his right leg on. He then turned his head slightly to see Daniel taking his head down toward Eric's ass. Eric could then feel Daniel's cool and wet tongue lapping all over his butt. Eric loved to be rimmed, but none of the guys or the one girl that he'd been with before would do it, because they thought it was nasty. Floor play was as far as anyone he'd been out with would go -not including rimming- and that was really all that Eric had wanted for a long time. The reason was because he was rimmed a long time ago when he was only ten. He hadn't gotten rimmed since. That was until now. While he was being rimmed, he hoped passionately that Daniel would want to go all of the way, because Eric was still a virgin and Daniel was the person that he'd long dreamed of losing his virginity too.
Then, Daniel stopped rimming him, and Eric could then feel what he had hoped for greatly. He felt Daniel's manhood entering into his ass. Eric began to moan even louder then before. He couldn't believe how wonderful he felt. This feeling inside of him was unbelievable. Even Daniel was moaning just as loud as Eric was. They were both deeply enjoying what they felt, and the chemistry that the both of them had for each other was amazing.
Suddenly a roar came from the jungle beyond. Daniel then stopped fucking Eric and removed his penis. The two naked boys stood back, away from the foliage, in terror. Then, a humongous Tyrannosaurus Rex came storming through the jungle and into the clearing. The animal roared and moved toward the two boys. They both screamed as the animal opened its jaws wide and came thundering down toward them.
* * *
Eric Kirby awoke suddenly gasping. He was sweating all over, as it didn't surprise him, because of the dream he'd just had.
Where am I, he thought to himself. He looked around from his viewpoint at what he could see. He was still in the tree and attached to Ben Hildebrand and the parasailing device. He would admit that he liked for a guy to be behind him, but if it was Ben Hildebrand, he didn't want any part of it. And after the dream that he just had, he definitely didn't want it to be Ben. That dream had given Eric new hope. The second he got home; he was going to figure out a way to get Daniel Naff to go out with him. He just hoped that Daniel would say yes. However, right now, he needed to concern himself with the danger ahead of him. He would worry about Daniel later.
Eric tried to turn his head so he could see if Ben was conscious, but was unable to do so, because of his positioning in the tree. He leaned back, toward Ben's head, and listened for breathing. He could hear it! It was very faint, but there.
"Ben," Eric whispered. There was no response. "Ben?" This time he nudged the man with his elbow.
Ben started to grunt. "Wha...what...what happened?"
"We landed in a tree Ben," Eric replied. "I can see the ground from here."
"Ok," Ben said, feeling more alive. "I'm going to unhook you. All you have to do is hold out your hands to keep your face from smacking the ground. Ok buddy?"
"Why are you unhooking me," Eric asked frightened.
"I can't get my end unhooked," Ben replied. "Once you're down there, I'll have more room to move around. Ok?"
"Alright," Eric said, half-heartedly.
"Ok," Ben said. "One...two...three..."
Suddenly the hook unclasped and Eric fell to the earth below. He hit the ground with a thud.
"You ok," Ben asked.
"Yeah," Eric replied standing slowly.
"Alright," Ben said. "Hold on. I'll be right down." Ben started moving around, trying to unhook his body from the parasailing equipment. He moved aside the sail itself and found the belt loop around his waist. He unhooked it from his belt and dropped to the ground instantly.
Eric rushed over to him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Ben replied coughing. He stood. "I just didn't expect that to happen. Come on. We've got to find something to use to call for help."
"What about the parasail," Eric asked. "We might need it."
"There's no way to get it down," Ben replied. "We'll have to find something to get it down with. Right now, we need to get out of this area..."
Suddenly, the two heard a chirping sound in the distance. It seemed like the sounds of chickens. It was getting closer.
"What was that," Eric asked.
"I don't know," Ben replied.
Then, several Procompsognathus Triassicas came rushing forward. There were dozens of these small creatures, all green and standing only a foot, or so high.
"What are those things," Ben asked. "I've never seen anything like that on African movies."
"They're compies," Eric replied shockingly. "We have to get out of here!"
Ben stared right at Eric. "Kid, those things are way to small to do any damage. We aren't in any danger."
"Yes," Eric replied, "they can't cause damage if there's just one of them. However, right now there is a whole pack of them. We have to go!"
Eric started running at his, although slow, top speed. Ben looked at the compies moving toward him and started running as well. The two ran through the foliage as fast as they could possibly go. The compies continued to pursue them both.
Eric started panting as he continued. He wasn't and never would be extremely athletic. He had a very nicely shaped body, but he just didn't care for athletics. He never thought he'd be in this situation, so he never considered it.
Suddenly Eric heard Ben screaming. He stopped and turned around to see that there were several compies all over his body. There were three biting into his legs, two trying to hang onto his back, and still yet, four that were moving toward Ben's face.
Eric ran back toward Ben and started swatting at the compies, sending them sailing through the foliage beyond. Eric grabbed Ben's hand and practically drug him through the path before them that left the foliage and moved out onto some kind of trail.
"Oh shit," Eric yelled while running.
"What," Ben asked worried.
"We're on a game trail," Eric replied. "We have to get off it as soon as possible."
"You're saying it's a bad thing to be moving on a smooth trail," Ben stupidly asked.
Eric rolled his eyes. "This is no ordinary trail! Come on!"
The two continue to run when they suddenly come out onto a paved road.
"Thank God," Ben said. "They're gone. Perhaps this trail will lead us to some people that work here."
"I doubt we'll find anyone here," Eric said. "Come on."
Ben looked at the back of Eric's semi-long hair in shock. "Are you telling me that this place is abandoned or something?"
"That's what I'm telling ya." Eric continued to walk on. Ben shortly followed.
After several minutes of walking down the road, the two came to a clearing where a large lab building stood. They could also see the road was going toward the building from the left and out of another patch of foliage.
"Those things didn't look like African animals," Ben said. "What is this place? Were those things dinosaurs?"
Eric sighed. He hadn't been completely truthful as to what they were going to see on the island. Ben and Eric's mom were two of the multi-people that didn't know the truth about the two InGen islands. That was because they were the kind of people that said the grand phrase, 'I'll wait for the movie'. If they'd actually ever taken the time to read the novels by Alan Grant and Ian Malcolm, they would've known what they would've been seeing. They'd both believed that what they were going to see on the island was some African wildlife that had been brought to the island by poachers. Eric knew that they were both dumb asses and would've believed anything that Eric said. He was right! Now Eric was trapped on Isla Sorna, an island full of dangerous dinosaurs, with an idiot that he hated extremely.
"Yes," Eric finally replied sighing. "They were dinosaurs."
"How is that possible," Ben asked.
"Well," Eric said, "If you actually took the time to use your brain, you would've known the answer to that." Eric wished he hadn't have said that. It was extremely stupid for him to have said something like that to the only person that was with him on an island full of dangerous creatures.
"All right you little smartass," Ben said, getting very angry. "I took you on a trip out here, because you wanted to come here, and I just wanted to make you happy. You don't have to be a faggot all the damn time."
"Fuck you," Eric yelled. "You have no right to call me that! Mom told you not to ever call me that!"
"Well," Ben replied, "it's what you are, isn't it?"
"I like guys," Eric replied proudly. "But I like girls also! That doesn't make me a faggot! I'm Bi! That means that I like both sexes! In a way, you could think of it as I love everyone."
"Whatever," Ben yelled. "All I want to know is why you didn't tell me that we were going to see dinosaurs! You said that we were going to see some kind of African Safari."
Eric laughed. "Yeah, and you were stupid enough to believe it."
"Damn it," Ben sighed. "He pulled out a scarf of some kind from his pocket and started tending to his wounds. "What are we supposed to do now?"
"We need to find shelter," Eric replied.
"Isn't there some way to make contact with the outside world," Ben asked. "Like, in that building?"
Eric shook his head. "This island has been abandoned for about ten years. There's no way to make any communication with the outside world."
Ben finished with his wounds and threw the scarf in a bush beside him. The two started walking toward the worker village.
"I want some answers," Ben demanded. "How did dinosaurs end up on this island?"
"You ever heard of InGen," Eric asked.
"Yeah," Ben replied. "They were a genetics company that was all over the news in 1990. Some experiment gone wrong had killed several employees down here in Costa Rica and...Oh my God!"
"That's right," Eric said.
"We're on the island where all of that happened aren't we," Ben asked suddenly terrified.
"No," Eric replied, "we're on the other island. The island you speak of was destroyed right after the accident. This was where all of the animal testing and breading was done."
"What lies in wait for us here," Ben asked, looking around for anything.
"You never can tell according to Ian Malcolm," Eric said. "When he was on this island, he had to deal with Tyrannosaurs, Velociraptors, Carnotaurs, ect. Just the normal everyday dinosaurs."
Eric turned around and smiled as he saw that Ben was now scared out of his mind. "Don't worry Ben. Maybe you'll be ok. Just stick with me and I'll have ya covered."
"Are we going in that building," Ben asked.
"We have no choice," Eric replied. "Let's just hope that what we find will be something that won't bit."
"That doesn't sound reassuring Eric," Ben said as he continued to move behind the boy.
"Well," Eric said looking back smiling, "that's the best I can give ya."
The two entered the building opening the two large swinging glass doors seeing the lobby before them. They saw a reception desk in front of them and behind it was the obscured words "We Make the Future". To the right side of the room there was another room that looked like a waiting area with a coffee table and a couch.
"Alright," Eric said. "Start looking for anything that we can use to survive. We'll need weapons, food, flashlights, and who knows what else. I don't think we should stay here thought."
"Why not," Ben asked.
"By day," Eric started, "this area is patrolled by Tyrannosaurs and sometimes Velociraptors. At night it gets worse. The Tyrannosaurs leave, but the Carnotaurs come out. That isn't good. The Carnotaurs I fear most."
"What's so special about them," Ben asked confused.
"They can camouflage," Eric replied. "They use this ability more at night, but they'll use it during the day if they have to."
"How do you know all this," Ben asked looking around the waiting room. He found some muddy boots and a green backpack with some candy bar rappers and clothing inside it. He also discovered an old satellite phone as well! "Oh my God," Ben whispered.
"I read Ian Malcolm's book of course," Eric replied to Ben's question.
"Eric," Ben said excitedly, "look at this!"
Eric moved over to Ben and looked at the phone in his hands. Eric took the phone excitedly. "Well, I'll be. It's a satellite phone!"
"Does it still work," Ben asked hopefully.
Eric started playing around with the device. Nothing would work on it. "The batteries are dead."
"Shit!"
"All we have to do is find a plug-in somewhere or something. Come on, let's keep going."
"If this island was abandoned ten years ago then-"
"Listen," Eric said annoyed, "I know what I'm talking about. Just shut up and understand what I'm saying. There is power on the island still. End of story."
Eric placed the phone in one of his pockets and the two marooned people moved deeper into the huge lab building in hopes of finding something to charge the satellite phone with, and they also hoped not to find danger that could've been lurking behind every corner.
FIRST ITERATION
"For these early drawings of Chaos, we can see that a rescue is the only thing for anyone to service."
IAN MALCOLM
1. SAN DIEGO'S NEW ATTRACTION
Based from the script by David Koepp for The Lost World: Jurassic Park
Sunday, July 10, 1999
San Diego, California
Ben Talon drove his 1999 Chevrolet Corvette slowly through the abandoned shipping yards of San Diego's costal bay. He was thirty-one years old and wore a pair of cargo pants and a blue tee shirt. His hair was jet black and gelled. He was undercover for the EPA, and searching for some property that had just recently been bought by Biosyn Bioengineering. This assignment had been given to Ben and his partner. However, his partner was off searching for someone that would be of help to the case.
Ben had worked for the San Francisco department for the EPA for about five years now, and just recently became partners with Bob Morris, a long time member of the EPA. This was a wonderful honor for Ben to take on, for he was now going to be working alongside the best in the business. Morris was thirty-seven years old and the two had known each other for as long as Ben had been working for the EPA.
Most of Ben's career had been placed around environmental cleanup around parks, schools, and other places that have always had problems with factory smog and dump sites. However, he was now dealing with some more advanced cases that the EPA didn't normally deal with, but it was a case that Morris had been working on most of his career, and he, for some reason, didn't want to leave the case until everything dealing with it was closed down.
Morris had been put on the InGen case when he was 27 and he'd put forth all of the work that he could make possible in his case. He'd visited with clients of InGen, done background research on the company, and even talked to some former anonymous employees as well.
However, this case was a lot different in many ways from the InGen case. Although it was about another Bioengineering company, it was going to be more difficult-as were all of the cases pending Biosyn. The EPA had been working on the Biosyn case since 1995 when Lewis Dodgson's failed expedition on Isla Sorna happened. The EPA have taken Biosyn to court countless times along with the help of some of InGen's former staff, but every time the courts would decide that there wasn't enough evidence to back up the case, and so Biosyn was let go.
There was one thing that Ben knew would be on their side this time. Solid proof. That was all they needed to completely put Biosyn off the map even before they ended up having to file for Chapter 11. Ben and Morris had both known that this property was at one time owned by InGen, along with dozens of other buildings that Biosyn had bought in the past, but this building was to be the hopeful possibility that the EPA was looking for.
The EPA had kept several InGen documents on all of the buildings, islands, and organizations that were on the InGen listings, and they knew of the old San Diego Park for quite a while longer then Jeff Rossiter could've ever dreamed of knowing it. All Rossiter had to do was buy the property from the Japanese Investors-which the EPA helped them to say yes to selling it- and then Biosyn would be put under instantly. Well, almost instantly. Just buying a property doesn't mean that you're going to do something illegal, but it was a start to getting something concrete.
Leaving the shipping yards behind, Ben came upon a large complex surrounded by fences on all sides. There were men at work everywhere, placing even more large fences around some areas within the complex. It looked a lot like a zoo was being built. Ben was almost certain that this was the place that he was to check out. He wasn't entirely sure, however, until he saw a Biosyn logo on one of the trucks bringing in more supplies.
Ben smiled as he started to get out of his car at the front entrance gates. There were three guards posted at the gate looking at him strangely.
"This is private property sir," on of the guards said. "I'm afraid that you'll have to leave here immediately."
"I'm very sorry about all of this sir," Ben replied smiling. "I'm Mr. Ben Talon with the EPA. I'm here to inspect the conditions of this zoo that you're building. I'm sure you won't mind."
"I have strict orders to not allow anyone into this complex no matter what organization you're from," the guard replied.
"What if I was to tell you that I have a search warrant from the FBI that clearly states that I can come into this complex and look around," Ben asked smiling.
The guard stared at him for a long time and then looked at the three other guards. "Give us just a few minutes to clear this with our boss."
"Thank you," Ben replied. Ben moved away from the gate a little to watch as the three guards stepped into the booth next to the gate. He strained to try and listen to what the three men were talking about, but he was unable to hear anything. All he could do was look at the men's expressions and movements. He then saw one of them pick up a phone and dial in a number. Finally, I'm going to get some results, Ben thought to himself. This Biosyn vs. EPA battle has been going on for far too long. It's about time that we put Biosyn where they belong: behind bars.
The guard hung up the phone and came back out of the booth with the two other guards following behind. "Follow me sir."
"Of course."
The other two guards let the gate up for Ben and he went off down the small roadway with the main guard leading him on down it. The main guard shook Ben's hand before continuing on.
"My name is Chase Jerymane," the guard said.
"It's nice to meet ya," Ben said smiling.
The roadway seemed to be like a normal two lane road, however there was all kinds of equipment everywhere making the walk for Ben and Chase difficult.
"So Mr. Talon," Chase started, obviously trying to create small talk. "What exactly is the EPA looking for here?"
"We just want to make sure that everything is sanitary for the zoo that you're creating," Ben replied, in a matter of fact tone. He needed to appear as a very strict man to this guard. He didn't want to give away that there was more to this investigation then he had revealed. This was Ben's first undercover assignment, and so far he felt that he was doing fine, knock on wood.
Chase nodded, happy with the response. "Mr. Rossiter wasn't pleased to hear that you had shown up without him being here to join in the investigation, but he's a very hard working, honest man that has lots to do. I hope you'll be ok with asking your questions about the place to me. I am in charge of security here after all."
"That's good to know," Ben said smiling. "I believe that I would much rather talk to you anyway. So, tell me, what animals will you be showing here? Underwater animals, African type animals, what?"
"As far as I know, we're going to have some very exotic animals here," Chase replied. "Neither I, nor anyone else that works here right now really know what we'll have. I guess it's some sort of surprise."
"How many people are working here now," Ben asked.
"Well, for now, all we have is about twenty construction workers from Dillon Construction and about six guards. Myself and those other two are daytime guards, and the other three are of course nighttime guards. We try to keep this place air tight during the night, so there's no way that anyone can get in."
"Why are you people so worried about anyone getting in during the night," Ben asked confused.
"Biosyn hasn't always been one of the greatest companies in the United States," Chase replied shaking his head. "They've just recently decided to change their act. A little bit late I think. I've heard that they're very close to going out of business."
"Yes," Ben said shaking his head. "I've heard that as well."
The two men continued on as they neared the entrance to a very huge building at the center of the complex. At the front of the building is a very tropical-looking gate with several places that could hold torches. At the top of the gate is the words "Jurassic Park" in huge letters and in smaller letters is "San Diego".
"Jurassic Park San Diego," Ben asked in a confused tone, even though he knew what it really was.
"This complex was at one time owned by an old genetics company called InGen," Chase replied. "You ever heard of them?"
"InGen," Ben asked himself. "I believe so. Didn't they fill for Chapter 11 back in the early 90's?"
Chase nodded. "Yep. That's them. They were long time rivals of Biosyn for the longest time after the break."
Ben stopped confused. "Break?"
Chase turned around. "You didn't know that InGen and Biosyn were at one time the same company?"
"No I didn't," Ben replied shocked. Morris had never told him about this before. Perhaps Morris didn't even know about it. This would be something to ask his partner later. "Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely sir," Chase said. "It was during the early development of the company. At the time they were called BioGen."
"BioGen," Ben asked, almost asking himself.
"Yep," Chase replied shaking his head. "They considered themselves Bioengineering Genetics Technology Inc. at the time. That was in the early seventies when the company first began. Mr. Rossiter and Mr. Hammond worked together as C.E.O. and chairman of the company. However, something bad happened and the two men went their separate ways, taking he employees that were loyal to only them. Hammond renamed his company InGen, International Genetics Technology Inc. and remained in Palo Alto. Rossiter however renamed his company Biosyn, Bioengineering Synthesis Technology Inc and moved out to Cupertino. Sounds just like a soap opera to me though."
Ben laughed. "Same here I guess, but why are you telling me this?"
"Well... you see... it's kind of hard to explain. This company has really been going through some hard times, and now being buying a property like this is just out of the ordinary.
Ben looked at the back of Chase's head as they continued to walk. This man has changed his views right before my very eyes. When I first introduced myself, Ben though. He wasn't even going to let me inside. He probably would've rather shot me in the head, and might have considered it, seeing as which this is Biosyn I'm dealing with. I could get some vital information that I need from this guy.
"How would it be out of the ordinary," Ben asked. "It's just a property."
"Didn't you see that sign back there with the T-Rex, or are you just stupid? I mean no offense, but I've heard some of those old stories about what happened on those islands off the shores of Costa Rica. I'm really worried about Mr. Rossiter. He hasn't been the same since buying this property."
"How so?"
Chase continued the conversation as they both entered a very large arena. The arena looked like that of an old Greek fighting arena or something. That was very unusual for a zoo. "You see, Chapter 11 isn't very far for Biosyn, as I'm sure you already know. Mr. Rossiter was actually ready to settle down and retire for the rest of his life, but when he found out about this property being for sale, that dream was all over."
"You wouldn't happen to know why Mr. Rossiter would want to buy this place," Ben asked, finally getting to where he was wanting to go with this conversation.
"Mr. Rossiter has been extremely angry at John Hammond ever since the two companies split," Chase replied. "He still holds a grudge with Hammond even though the man's dead! You see, from what I've found out, Rossiter and Hammond were both working on the JP project together just before the split, and Hammond decided early on into the project that Rossiter wasn't trustworthy and through him out of the company."
"Just like that," Ben asked. "That seems a little weird. Why would Mr. Hammond become so superstitious so suddenly? I don't believe that he would do something like that so quickly without investigating first."
Chase nodded. "That's very possible. Another possibility that I've thought about would be that someone betrayed Rossiter. Perhaps Rossiter was planning to steal the JP ideas and make another company of his own just like Biosyn. He must've trusted the wrong person. However, there were a lot of people that were on Rossiter's side like Lewis Dodgson, whom was at the time the chief geneticist for InGen. Henry Wu easily replaced him though. Dodgson wasn't the real problem. It was the thirty-five other employees that left the company following Rossiter and Dodgson."
"This is a lot more confusing then I thought it would be," Ben said shaking his head in dismay.
"What do you mean sir," Chase asked.
"Well... I just came here to check on what this new zoo would be like, but it seems like now you're telling me that there are going to be dinosaurs in this park as the exotic animals that you spoke of."
"It does seem that way." Chase sighed. "So where would you like to start first?"
"Well this arena is a bit weird for a zoo," Ben said. "Even for one that might possibly have dinosaurs."
"This arena was something that was already here when the place was bought," Chase replied. "I don't know what kind of thing that they could possibly do with this arena, but I've heard Mr. Rossiter say himself that this arena may not be here much longer. I guess it will be removed before the park opens to make way for probably another paddock."
"Right," Ben said shaking his head in agreement. Ben looked at his watch. It was 10: 25 A.M. I've got to get back to the office, Ben thought. Morris will be expecting me back anytime now. "I'm extremely sorry, but I've really got to cut this investigation short. My partner told me to return to the office in about an hour and it takes almost that long to get back there from here. It was extremely good to meet you Mr. Jerymane. I hope to see you again soon."
Ben shook hands with Chase and started walking off from him. Chase then ran up to Ben and stopped him.
"Please do me a favor and don't tell anyone that it was me that told you all of that information," Chase said.
"Are you afraid of losing your job or something," Ben asked.
"It's not my job I'm concerned with," Chase replied. "It's Rossiter sending some hit men after me is what I'm worried over. Former employees have vanished in the past for treachery for days at a time and turn up dead afterwards."
Ben shook his head. "I understand what you mean. Don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me. You chose the right person to talk to. Just leave it to us. We won't let this happen." Ben smiled and walked away from the man, toward the exit, his car, and his future appointment with Bob Morris.
2. KIRBY ENTERPRISES
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander Payne, and Jim Taylor
Sunday, July 10, 1999
Enid, Oklahoma
A huge building stood around the small town of Enid, Oklahoma. The sun glistened on the windows of the building as people were bustling in and out of the building at a quick motion. It was noon. Noon, as always, meant lunchtime at Kirby Enterprises. That's why there were people moving around like they were stampeding carabao.
Inside a large room, on the fifth floor of the building, was a man in his late forties sitting behind a messy desk, eating some fast food from McDonalds. He had a mustache and wore a dress shirt and tie.
The desk wasn't the only thing that was messy. The room itself looked like it had been through a hurricane. There were also several boxes littering the room.
Suddenly the phone rang. The man put down his cheeseburger and picked up the phone.
"Kirby," the man said into the phone with his mouth full. He then swallowed the food in his mouth and repeated himself. "No I don't want to reconsider your proposal Mr. Mayor! Kirby Enterprises is moving out to San Francisco no matter what you say... Don't you understand sir? This company is too huge to stay in this small town... Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way, but that's the way things are. Thank you for caring about Kirby Enterprises and I hope you'll have more of our business in the future. Goodbye!"
Paul Kirby slammed the phone and sighed in anger. He looked up to see his secretary, Melissa, standing in the doorframe. She was smiling.
"Don't you just hate that catch phrase," Melissa teased.
"Every time I have to use it," Paul replied smiling.
"The mayor just doesn't want to give up does he," Melissa asked.
"Apparently not," Paul replied. "He never cared about this company a few months ago."
"Well sir," Melissa began, "that's because you weren't planning on moving it all the way out to California until earlier this month. The mayor is just afraid that Enid will lose its visitors and perhaps even some of its residence."
"Well they'll definitely be loosing a lot of the employees from here," Paul said. "By the way, do you have the final listing of who's going to actually move out there with us?"
"It's almost finished sir," Melissa replied. "We were able to get about seventy-five percent of them to agree to move. The rest wouldn't move either because they had children that they didn't want to have to move to a different school, or they just couldn't stand to leave this awful place."
"Well if it's not finished Melissa dear," Paul began, "why aren't you finishing it? That thing needs to be done ASAP."
"See that's why I'm here," Melissa said. "There's someone here to see you. She says she's your wife. I didn't know you were married sir."
Paul sighed. He appeared to become extremely nervous. "Send her in."
"Of course sir," Melissa replied. She walked off and left Paul in the room alone. He turned back to his food and decided to take another bite of two before the pain in his ass came in.
Suddenly a blond woman in her late thirties came into the room. She seemed quite frantic as she started pacing around the room. Paul didn't seem to notice as he continued to eat.
"Hello Amanda," Paul said. "Haven't seen you in some time. What do you want?"
"Paul," Amanda began angrily, "don't you dare talk to me like that! Can't you tell that I'm panicking here?"
"Why are you panicking," Paul said, now looking at some papers on his desk while he drunk from his coke.
"Paul," Amanda yelled. "Look at me!"
Paul looked up at Amanda and saw how angry she was. "You're serious about all this aren't you?"
"Paul I just got back from Costa Rica," Amanda said.
"Oh how was the trip," Paul said delighted. "I'm sure you took Eric with you, didn't ya? You never let me do anything with him anymore. You do know that's against the law to not let a father spend time with his son and..."
"Paul I didn't come here to listen to one of your damn lectures," Amanda yelled. "Our son is..."
"Oh so now he's our son huh," Paul broke in. Paul stood up and walked over to Amanda. "He hasn't been our son for a whole damn year now! After you decided to bring that guy, what's his name...Ben! That's it. Ben Hildebrand right? After he came into your life, you didn't give a shit if I ever saw Eric again didn't you!"
"Paul will you just..."
"No Amanda! I refuse to listen to you anymore. I call you on the phone once every week to see if I'm going to get to spend some time with my son, but you always tell me that you already have plans for him. You tell me that he's going to spend the night with a friend, or that he's grounded, he has to do his homework, he has a date with some guy, or the one that I personally love the most: Ben wants to do something with him this week! You have some nerve coming here to try and talk to me at my work place, and right in the middle of our moving procedure!"
"Moving procedure," Amanda asked confused and crying her eyes out.
"That's right Amanda," Paul replied. "I'm taking Kirby Enterprises and I'm moving it out to San Francisco."
"You can't do that without my consent," Amanda yelled. "I am part owner of this company! I can't even believe that stupid girl out there that you call a secretary didn't know who I was! I'm the damn CEO of this company!"
"Melissa doesn't know you because she's new here. The fact is this Amanda; you took my son away from me. So I'm taking the company away from you. That's the end of it. I'll take this to court if I have to and then you'll be in huge trouble over the parental custody battle. You'll end up losing Eric for good then. As a matter of fact, I think I'll go ahead and set all of that up so you and Mr. Hildebrand won't have to ever worry about Eric being in the way anymore. I'm sure that he'll be happy for that. I bet he hates Eric."
"He does not! He cares about Eric just as much as you and I do!"
"That's a lie and you know it! I bet that once he found out that Eric was Bi-Sexual he suddenly started to hate him. Ben despises our son and you know it! At least I was supportive of his decision...Now what was the number for my lawyer."
Paul went over to his desk and started going through all of the papers on it. Some he even tossed on the floor. He was extremely pissed now, as he always was when Amanda was ever in front of him or was on the phone with him.
"Paul," Amanda said hysterical. "I'm sorry about all that but..."
"You're sorry," Paul asked in an amazed and sarcastic tone. "You're sorry that you have caused all of this pain for me? You're sorry that I haven't been able to be with my son? You...sorry? I don't think so."
Paul finally found the phone number he was looking for and picked up the phone to start dialing.
"Eric and Ben are trapped on an island filled with genetically engineered dinosaurs," Amanda yelled.
Paul stopped dialing and put the phone down on the receiver. He looked up at her like she was an idiot. "Is that the best you can do? Do you actually think that I'm going to believe that bullshit? Genetically engineered dinosaurs, are you kidding me? I always knew you had an imagination, but this is ridiculous."
"It's true Paul! Don't you remember that story a few years ago? Don't you remember those books that Eric used to read all the time? Those books about dinosaurs still living and chaos theory? Tell me that you remember Paul?"
"I remember that Eric used to read fiction books about all of that, but it was fiction. To be true, it must be found in the nonfiction section. It doesn't take a librarian to know that Amanda."
"Paul, I'm being serious! Those books were only printed to be fiction! Don't you ever get out into the world anymore? Everyone knows of the InGen incident now! Some guy named Richard Levine used to talk about it all the time! There’s proof of it Paul!"
"Alright," Paul said. "Say I was to believe you, why is our son on an island filled with those creatures?"
"During our trip in Costa Rica," Amanda began, "Ben decided to take Eric on a Parasailing trip out to one of the nearby islands that was supposed to be inhabited by African Safari animals. That's what Eric said the boatman would be taking them to see. So I said that it would be great for Eric to see some elephants and lions ya know?"
"African Safari in Costa Rica," Paul asked laughed. "Eric always told me that you were dumber then I thought, but I never thought you were that dumb. You actually feel for one of Eric's little pranks, and Ben was stupid enough to go along with it as well. Amanda, if you knew that there were these so called InGen dinosaurs in the world, then why didn't you think about that before you allowed him to go?"
"Dr. Levine never said exactly where the animals were," Amanda replied. "He only said that they still existed."
"Well that makes sense," Paul said shaking his head. "But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't have thought it really weird that there would be African animals out of their normal climate on a tropical island."
Paul leaned back in his seat and turned it around to look out the large window outside. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. His only son, whom he hadn’t seen in over a year, was trapped on an island with prehistoric animals and the only other human that was there was the one that Paul gave absolutely no trust to. His son was the only person that he had left in this world. He was too old and ugly to ever been able to start over with someone else and create a new family. Eric meant way too much to him for him to just give the poor boy up for dead. He had to do something, but what?
"What are we going to do Paul," Amanda asked, breaking Paul's concentration.
"The only thing that we can do," Paul replied, turning back around to face the woman who he once loved. "We have to get a team together and go to that island."
"Who are we ever going to get to go there," Amanda asked. "There is no one that we could ever ask nicely enough to risk their necks for our son."
"I have a few contacts that would be willing to 'risk their necks' out for us," Paul replied.
"But we don't know anything about those animals," Amanda said.
"Don't worry," Paul said. "I'll take care of that. You just go home and get some rest. I'll gather our team and call you when you're needed."
"Alright," Amanda said. "But you'd better remember this. If you go out there without me, I'll find my own way to get there and you won't like who I bring."
Amanda walked out of the office leaving Paul alone again. As soon as she left, Melissa came in the door being pushed by a man wearing a business suit and carrying a briefcase.
"You don't have the authorization to see him," Melissa said. "Get going." The man was able to push through her and stood in front of Paul's desk. "Sir, this man doesn't have clearance."
"It's alright Melissa," Paul said. "Let him stay." Melissa left the room huffing angrily. "Now you're not going to hurt me are you Mr..."
"Talon," the man replied. "Ben Talon. I'm with the EPA."
"Listen sir," Paul began, "Kirby Enterprises doesn't have a problem with environmental protection. You have our full support and..."
"No sir," Ben said interrupting Paul. "I'm not here to discuss environmental problems. I was approached by your wife about-"
"Ex-Wife," Paul interrupted.
"Of course sir," Ben said. "I saw her just walk out of here crying so I guess she's already told you the news."
"About my son being on that island in Costa Rica," Paul asked.
"Yes," Ben replied. "And I'm here to tell you that I'm extremely willing to help in the funding of your rescue mission if you'll let me tag along on the trip."
"Why would the EPA what to help Kirby Enterprises on such a dangerous mission," Paul asked.
"Let's just say that there is another company that is going to that island that I need to stop," Ben replied. "It's very confidential right now, but I assure you that you'll know everything you need to know before it's all over."
"You said that you'd be willing to help with the funding," Paul said. "How much help exactly?"
"The Environmental Protection Agency is willing to pay ten thousand dollars to the cause," Ben said smiling.
"Ten thousand dollars would go a long way to hushing the Costa Rican Government," Paul said. "We might be able to get down there if we can pay them off."
"That's exactly what I was thinking sir," Ben said. "I don't want to keep you, because it seems that you're very busy here, but I would like to know if you have anyone in mind for this trip yet?"
"Just a few," Paul replied. "I have an old friend that went to Desert Storm. He's a mercenary now along with two other guys out in Montana. I believe those three will be of some help. The rest will have to be researched."
"Might I make a suggestion to you," Ben asked.
"Go ahead," Paul said, obviously not interested. Ben understood, because he was thinking about his son and how much trouble he was in on that island. "I would suggest that you take Dr. Alan Grant."
"Hey I know him," Paul said. "My son has all of his books. He's a world renown Paleontologist if I remember what my son told me about him."
"That's right Mr. Kirby," Ben said smiling. "He has dwelt with those animals before. He would know what to do."
Paul looked up at the man. "So those books were really nonfiction?"
Ben laughed. "Yes, but he didn't want to come off like a lunatic to his public, so he made them fiction novels."
"Then that would mean that we could take that mathematician," Paul said excitedly. "What was his name? Ian Malcolm I believe!"
"I wouldn't recommend him sir," Ben said.
"Well why not," Paul asked.
"Because he's not all there when it comes to being a normal person," Ben replied. "I think he would just get in the way and make a bunch of stupid jokes whenever he got the chance to do so."
"If you say so," Paul replied. "So where do I find Dr. Grant at?"
"He actually works in the same state that your mercenary friends work," Ben replied. "He's in the Snakewater region of Montana."
"Oh," Paul said. "That's a very sad place to be. I believe there's nothing for miles but desert."
"Well it is the best place for a Paleontological dig," Ben said smiling. "Oh, and there's someone down in Costa Rica that might hold promise. He's a friend of Richard Levine. I believe his name is Marty Guitierrez. You might want to consider him. He's an American Biologist."
Paul stood from his desk and walked over to Ben. He shook his hand. "I will. Thank you for coming here, and welcome to the team." Paul left the room with Ben right behind them. The first stage of their expedition was beginning.
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