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The Jurassic Chronicles- Book 1- Jurassic Park 3 Chapter 6-9
By Vito_The_White
6. THE MERCENARIES
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander Payne, and Jim Taylor
Tuesday, July 12, 1999
Fort Benton, Montana
It was scorching hot. Brown mountains stood behind flat desert with a few shrubs. There was a cloudless, afternoon sky. There was a slight breeze, but it was hardly enough to cool anyone down. In the middle of all this, a concrete pad was placed with scraps of old, run down machines and machine parts. It seemed to be completely deserted.
One of the huge planes in this graveyard of machines was half torn open and completely run down. A man in a blue mechanic's outfit strolled back and forth from the shade of this plane, salvaging old machine parts. He was Huford Udesky, a man of about fifty and had a round nose with an orange mustache under it. If he hadn't gone so bald just yet, it would be easier to tell that he was a redhead.
In the corner of the vehicle he stood in what was a pile of weapons, some small, some medium, and yet others huge. His wrinkled brow sweat from the immense heat. It was always hot in this area of Montana and Udesky hated every bit of it. It wished that he could move somewhere else, but his business, life, family, and friends were all in this one location, so the climate wasn't all that bad.
Suddenly, there was a catchy ring from his belt. He quickly put his hand down and picked up a yellow Nokia cellular phone. He pressed the talk button. "Udesky," he said into the phone. "Oh hello, sir. How are you?... I'm just fine," Udesky conversed with the person on the phone. He stood up and walked outside of the plane to see what was happening.
* * *
Outside the cockpit of a trashed up airplane, Nash Standish, a black man of forty-three stood up holding a spray paint can. He then proceeded to paint an eye on the window, in red. He looked at his finished product, smiled, and backed away. He ran to the other side of the graveyard where a man named Cooper Reglado was laying next to a large machine gun. Cooper was a skinny man of thirty-eight and wore jeans and cowboy boots.
"Hey Cooper," Nash said. "Ya think ya can handle that rex there?"
Cooper laughed. "I can’t believe we're going to actually do this. Do you have any idea what stories I've heard about that island?"
Nash rolled his eyes. "Well as long as the Kirby’s pay us, we'll have nothing to worry about. Plus, you and that giant mammoth of a gun."
"Yeah you like that huh, "Cooper laughed." Just think… the king of the dinosaurs is about to be devastated. Watch this." Cooper lowered his hands toward the gun and began to pull the trigger.
* * *
"Oh, the weapons," Udesky continued to talk on the phone. "Well, actually, sir, we're trying out one of them right now!"
As those words came from his mouth the two other men fired the gun they laid next to the plane that had been spray-painted. The vehicle blew up and exploded in an array of fire and smoke, completely torn apart. The two men laughed and gave each other high fives.
"Are you alright," said the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah… Oh, Nash says that he is having trouble getting the Costa Rican Department of Air Control to let us do this," Udesky said into the phone. "Uh huh… well, I’ll make sure to tell him. Where are you now sir?”
The little voice in the phone continued to speak to Udesky as he shook his head.
"Costa Rica," Udesky replied obviously surprised. "What are you doing in...., oh I see sir. Well I hope you can get that Biologist guy. He may be useful... you say that the EPA has agreed to work with us?... that's great! It'll be a little easier to get things done now. Will they be sending a represenitive on the trip?... That's fine, sir."
Udesky then walked off the plane and toward Cooper and Nash, who were lying around the large gun lying on the ground with Cooper manning it. Cooper then shot the gun again, this time into an old water tower shooting a large impact bullet into the tank, causing it to explode.
"Rest assured Mr. Kirby," Udesky said into the phone. "It’ll be a walk in the park."
Udesky hung the phone up as he saw the two men below him looking at him curiously.
"So what does the boss what now," Nash asked.
"He just wanted to confirm a few things," Udesky replied. "He's in Costa Rica getting our Biologist. We also have our backers that we asked for as well now. The EPA has amazingly decided to fund the trip along with Kirby Enterprises. It's possible that we'll have a rep from the EPA on the trip for some strange reason. They wouldn't tell Paul why, but it's a matter of some importance."
"Well," Cooper said, "as long as whoever it is doesn't get in our way of finding the boy and Amanda's boyfriend, it'll be ok. We have a job to do boys, and I don't want some idiots like the EPA messing it up."
"I agree with Coop," Nash said. "I don't really like that there'll be a rep in the first place."
"Paul believes that they'll be of some good help so we have to go along with it."
"Does he have someone that's been on the island before yet," Cooper asked.
"After he leaves Costa Rica he'll be on his way out to do just that," Udesky replied smiling. "Don't worry guys. Paul Kirby is a very reliable man. I worked with him a long time ago."
"Just as long as we're paid," Nash said reflecting on what he'd said to Cooper minutes before.
"Don't worry guys," Udesky said. "The Kirby’s are as rich as Vince McMahon."
All three mercenaries laughed and continued working on their weapons.
7. AJAY
Based from scripting of the movie Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton and David Koepp
Tuesday, July 12, 1999
Mano de Dios, Costa Rica
Ajay Sidahu stood uneasily on a man-made raft as a Hispanic man pulled him to shore with a rope. Four men sat waiting for his arrival. Ajay waved unsteadily at Juanito Rostagno, who was twirling his hat on the bank. Jungle surrounded the narrow river, and gave Ajay that prehistoric feel that he was so used to having to deal with. He may have been a poacher, but he was also a representative of the Biosyn Corporation and had had his fill of these places that Biosyn owned.
“Apuesto mil pesos que se cae,” Rostagno mumbled to himself. He really hated it when representatives from Biosyn came to inspect the dig when he knew that the CEO of the company was the one that really needed to inspect the place; instead of someone else that knew nothing about the digs. Rostagno was a Paleontologist and had been one for about thirty years. He was fifty-four years old and wore cargo pants and a tan shirt along with a hat of the same color.
Finally, the raft hit shore, and Ajay stepped off, simultaneously shaking hands with Rostagno.“Bueno, Juanito,” Ajay greeted.
“Hola,” Rostagno replied. “Bienvenido!” They began walking listlessly around the site. It was a rock quarry called the Mano de Dios amber mine, and men were crawling all over it, looking for one thing: amber; but a special kind of amber that had DNA of several very special kinds of animals.
Ajay recognized this place as being formally owned by InGen Bioengineering. Biosyn bought this mine three years ago from the Japanese Investors that profited from the mine. The fact was that the investors were secretly working along with Biosyn on this project. Thanks to them, Biosyn was able to find out very easily that the EPA was on to them. The thing was that the investors hated having to see InGen shut down in the first place and were extremely angered when they'd found out that the Costa Rican Government had bombed Isla Nublar.
Smoke hung lightly in the air around the quarry, a small waterfall ran from the top of the small cliff to the river below, while everywhere else was dense jungle.
“What’s this I hear at the airport,” Ajay asked. “Rossiter's not even here?”
“He sends his apologies,” Rostagno replied. "You know him. He never comes to these places often at all. Mr. Rossiter hasn't been here since he bought the place."
“We are facing a possible twenty million dollar law suit by the Costa Rican Government for what we're planning to do, and you’re telling me Rossiter can’t even be bothered to see me?”
“Won't bother to see you,” Rostagno asked turning around. “How do you think I feel? That man is just as bad as John Hammond was when he owned this place! Never came around or anything. He was always too busy with his all mighty park. That's what Mr. Rossiter doing right now isn't it? Isn't he working on that San Diego park? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm going to retire pretty soon anyway.”
“Well, I understand that, but we’ve been advised to deal with this situation now. The insurance company…” Ajay's feet fell behind him as he slipped on a rock. Rostagno lent a hand to help Ajay up.
“You okay,” Rostagno asked.
Ajay didn’t answer. The Indian wasn’t used to falling, tripping, slipping, etc. and this activity made him nervous. And perhaps that was why he had slipped, because he was nervous. A balding man of forty-six, Ajay was mid-sized, wearing glasses and cargo clothing. He continued.
“The under writers feel that the original accident has raised some very serious safety questions about the park in San Diego. That makes the investors very, very anxious. I had to promise to go with Jeff to the Site B island and conduct an on-site inspection.”
Rostagno stopped walking and looked at him. “Rossiter hates inspections,” he shrugged. “They slow everything down.” That much was true. Corporate people at Biosyn hated anything that would slow things down. As he had said before, he always repeated himself several times even if it was just thinking, that he'd tried to get Rossiter to come down to the mines a year ago, but was immediately fussed at for even bringing up a possible inspection, so he knew that Ajay wasn't doing one of the best things in the world by trying to bring an inspection up.
“Juanito, they’ll pull the funding," Ajay said. "That’ll slow them down even more, and you know just as much as I do that Biosyn is going to file for Chapter 11 in a matter of three months if they can't get some money and quick. Mr. Rossiter is taking way too many risks, but if we both want to have jobs, for have ever long we're still in the work force, we've got to go along with this and just get it all done.”
A worker began calling and running toward the two men, “Jefe! Jefe!” The worker walked up to Rostagno and said, “Jefe, encontramos otros mosquitoes.”
“Seguda?” Rostagno questioned, though he had already turned to head for one of the mines.
“Si,” the worker confirmed. “Venga.”
“Aver, muestrame.”
Rostagno and Ajay headed after the worker into the first mine to their left. As they headed in, Rostagno accidentally bumped his head on the ceiling.
“Ooh,” he said. “Watch your head.”
Ajay persisted his never-ending talk. “If two experts were to sign off on the San Diego Park, the insurance guys will back off,” Ajay explained as they headed for some kind of machine. “Ed James told me on the phone that he was able to get Evan Burke, but the investors think he’s to trendy. They still want Roland Tembo to join the time. They won't allow any amount of people to go to that island unless he's with them.”
“Tembo,” Rostagno grunted as a worker at the machine gave him a golden and almost transparent rock. Ajay identified it immediately as amber, and it had a mosquito inside. The paleontologist gave a short laugh. “You’ll never get him out of Mombassa."
“Luz,” he mumbled to himself. “Mas luz."
Ajay wondered why he couldn’t get his good friend to leave Mombassa, so he asked Rostagno, “Why not?”
Rostagno ignored Ajay, concentrating solely on the piece of amber he held in his hand. “Muchachos,” he called to his workers as he took off his hat and bent down. “Echenme luz!”
“Si,” someone called. People crowded Rostagno with light.
Ajay tried again. “Why not?”
This time Rostagno answered. “You know Tembo better then I do. If you like, then give it a try, but I doubt it'll work out.” He gazed lovingly at the amber. “Que lindo eres. Vas a ser…” The amber showed brightly to the men in the mine as they looked in amazement.
8. MOMBASSA
Based from early scripting for the movie The Lost World: Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton
Monday, July 11, 1999
Mombassa, Africa
Roland Tembo- a man in his late sixties, his skin like leather, and the diamond hard look of a cobra- sat at a table in the middle of an African bar in Mombassa, Kenya. It was daytime and the place was half full, mostly with locals, but there were a few obnoxious tourists too, Americans on safari who somehow found the local hangout. They were a noisy bunch, but Roland tuned them out, calmly eating his lunch and drinking a beer while he was reading a book, eyeglasses hanging low on his nose.
Roland was a poacher, and a damned good one at that. He had killed dozens of African predators in his time and still had yet to stop killing them. Roland loved the hunt, almost too much, but nevertheless, he always got what he was after. Until recently, when he finally decided that it was time to throw in the towel and retire. Old age finally crept up on the poacher, and he may have hated it, but it was inevitable.
Roland suddenly stopped reading and furrowed his brow. He looked up. He Sniffed the air once, then smiled." Ajay," he said turning around. Roland had a keen sense for picking any kind of smell, especially from his best friend, and greatest partner, Ajay.
Ajay Sidahu, the wiry East Indian from the amber mine, was standing behind him, caught trying to sneak up. "How did you know?" Ajay said cheerfully.
Roland stood up and hugged Ajay. "That cheap aftershave I send you every Christmas, you actually wear it," Roland said. "I'm touched. Sit down, sit down... What brings you to Mombassa?" the two sat down at the table as Roland took a drink of his beer.
"You," Ajay said.
"Me," Roland asked.
Ajay shook his head. "Tell me, Roland, when was the last time you answered your phone? "
"Last time I plugged it in, I suppose," Roland said questioningly. "Why?"
Behind them, the group of American tourists, all men, laughed loudly. One of them, the most obnoxious one, berated the waitress.
"The company that I work for now in the United States, Biosyn, is going to Costa Rica, or thereabouts," Ajay said. "Now, if I can make you believe me, it's a most, uh, unique expedition. And very well funded.
"Well, I'm a very well-funded old son of a bitch," Roland said. "You go."
The most obnoxious tourist bellowed for the waitress. His buddies laughed. Roland threw a glance, annoyed.
"But alone," Ajay said. "We always had such great success together, you and I."
"Just a little bit too much, I think," Roland said.
"How do you mean," Ajay said.
"A true hunter doesn't mind if the animal wins," Roland said. "If it escapes. But there weren't enough escapes from you and me, Ajay. I've decided to spend a bit less time in the company of death. Maybe I just feel too close to it myself. Hell, it's probably illegal." Ajay laughed. "You know how it is with all of these laws preventing us to kill basically any of the wildlife anymore."
The waitress went to the tourists' table and the most obnoxious tourist actually pawed her ass. Roland was out of his chair in a second.
"Excuse me," Roland claimed to Ajay. Ajay turned around. He couldn't wait to see what was about to happen. Whenever Roland had reason to get mad at someone, he'd take the opportunity to kick some ass, no questions asked.
Roland walked over to the tourists' table, and said something to the waitress in the local dialect, and she walked away, behind him. Roland stared down at the most obnoxious tourist.
"You, sir are no gentleman," Roland said wiping off his reading glasses.
"Is that supposed to be an insult," the tourist said.
"I can think of none greater," Roland said.
The tourist looked at his Buddies and laughed. "Buzz off, you silly old bastard."
"What do I have to do to pick a fight with you, bring your mother into it," Roland said smiling.
"Are you kidding," the tourist asked. " I could take you with one hand tied down."
"Oh, is that so," Roland asked smiling.
* * *
In the middle of the restaurant, a waiter finished tying a man's wrist to his belt in the back of his pants with a napkin. He pulled the knot tight and the man turned around. It was Roland, with his arm tied down. The tourist stood across from him. "I meant my hand."
Pow! Roland punched him square in the jaw. The tourist reels, stunned. Enraged, he lunged at Roland, swinging with both arms. Roland bobbed, neatly ducking the punches, and waited for the tourist to turn around, and popped him thrice in the face. The tourist spun and went down to the floor, face first. A cloud of sawdust and a loud cheer from the locals rose up in the bar.
"Welcome to Mombassa," Roland said smiling.
Back at his table, Roland dropped the napkin on the table and sat back down with Ajay. In the background, the tourist's buddies hurriedly carried their fallen cohort out of the bar.
"Sorry," Roland said wiping blood off his knuckles. "You were saying?
"You broke that idiot's jaw for no reason other than your own boredom," Ajay said. " Tell the truth, Roland. Aren't you even interested in knowing this expedition's quarry?"
"Ajay," Roland said looking up at his best friend. "Go on up to my ranch, take a look around the trophy room, and tell me what kind of quarry you think could possibly be of any interest to me."
Ajay smiled. "I don't have to go up there, Roland. I've seen that room dozens of times. What I'm offering to you is a chance to catch something that hasn't existed for sixty-five million years."
Roland looked up from his drink. "What?"
"You really should watch more television," Ajay replied. "Haven't you ever heard of InGen, or the incident that occurred on an island off shore of Costa Rica back in 1989?"
"No," Roland replied, "I haven't. Should I have?"
"Well Roland," Ajay began, "InGen were able to create something that wasn't thought to ever be possible. They created majestic animals of unbelievable magnitude that only you and I could ever dream of..."
"Is there a point to this Ajay," Roland asked. "I've been trying to read this book here for several days and I'd really like to get through it."
"You never change my old friend," Ajay said. "Always wanting to get to the point. Well, ok. They created genetically engineered dinosaurs."
"You've got to be kidding me," Roland said showing confusion. "How is that possible?"
"It's a very long story, but now Biosyn is planning to go to one of those old islands and take some of the animals back to the mainland for a park that they're creating."
"What happened to InGen's park?"
"It failed several years ago thanks to a former partner that Biosyn had within InGen. He was a disgruntled employee that was tired of the way things were being run. So he was hired by a man named Lewis Dodgson to take some of the dinosaur’s embryos. That plain backfired causing the park's power systems to go down and several people to be killed."
"I see. And what's to keep this sort of thing from happening again?"
"That isn't our concern, Roland. What we are to be concerned with is how to get you there, and as your best friend, I know what you're looking for."
"Oh really? What am I looking for Ajay?"
"A trophy in your ranch that you can claim as your own without someone else saying that they have one that is bigger. Think about it Roland. How would you like to see a snarling Tyrannosaurus Rex head mounted on your walls?"
Roland suddenly perked up hearing what his best friend had just said. It was true that there was very little in Roland's ranch that someone else didn't already have. A T-Rex would be something new that he could brag about and show off. This was an offer that he could no longer refuse. "Alright, Ajay, I'm in."
"Good," Ajay replied smiling. "We'll leave from here in a few hours to the states. Have some things ready and I'll meet you at your home when I'm ready to go."
Ajay got up from the table and walked away. Roland turned back to his book and smiled while he started reading again.
9. GUITIERREZ
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander Payne, and Jim Taylor
Tuesday, July 12, 1999
San Jose, Costa Rica
Marty Guitierrez sat at a table in the Carlos' el resturante', a restaurant miles and miles from Cabo Blanco, the place where little Tina Bowman was bitten by what seemed to be a Basilisk Lizard, but turned out to be a rediscovery of a dinosaur. As he found out later on from his good friend, Richard Levine, there were actually dinosaurs still on the planet. So the fact was, Tina was bitten by what Levine called a Procompsognathus Triassicus, which was a small scavenger that wasn't bigger then the size of a chicken.
He stared at his watch and sighed. A man wanted to meet him there about an hour ago, but still had yet to show up. Guitierrez wasn't someone to stay hours upon hours waiting for someone whom he didn't even know to show up.
Guitierrez was about to get up and leave when a man came in the restaurant, walked up to his table, and sat down. He had a brown mustache under his dark sunglasses and graying brown hair.
"You're who I'm supposed to meet," Guitierrez said.
"Yes, sir," the man replied. "I am Paul Kirby. I'm the CEO of Kirby Enterprises. I'd like to ask you to help me with something, if you're willing."
"What would that be," Guitierrez said.
"I'm going to an island called Isla Sorna," Paul replied. "You know someone who went there a few years ago and I'm sure that he's told you a lot about the island. You're a Biologist correct?"
"Yes, I am, and in the case of-"
"Please consider coming with me, Dr. Guitierrez. I will be paying a lot of money to all of my team. It's worth your while believe me, sir," Paul said. "You won't be disappointed."
"Well, I don't usually take people up on adventures or even expeditions, but Richard always said that I should go to that island myself and take a look," Guitierrez said.
And it was true. Levine had told Guitierrez that he needed to go experience the island itself. All of the wonders on that island were said to be amazing. Levine was almost able to talk him into it awhile back, but Guitierrez decided not to when the Costa Rican Government banned people to go to that island for dangerous reasons that would not be told, because people would go if they knew the reasons for it being too dangerous anyway. However, people eventually found out the reasons from stories that Levine and a guy named Ian Malcolm had told to people up in the states.
"Why exactly are you going to Isla Sorna," Guitierrez asked.
Paul smiled. "I guess it won't hurt to tell you the truth. I'm on my way there to rescue my son, Eric. He ended up there because of a parasailing incident two days ago. My ex-wife went with him down here to enjoy a weekend with her boyfriend, and well something went wrong and now they're both stuck on the island. This is kind of what you'd call a rescue mission."
Guitierrez thought it all over in his head. He'd worked in Costa Rica for years making all kinds of breakthroughs in Biology, including the Compy rediscovery. The government down here had put a lot of trust in Guitierrez and he didn't want to test that trust. He knew that if they'd figured out about him going that he'd never be allowed to return to this country again. Then he thought of the two people that were lost on the island and realized that this man in front of him could really use some help from a world re-known Biologist like Guitierrez.
"Alright," Guitierrez said with a smile. "If it means saving a couple of lost souls, I'll do it."
"Thank you Dr. Guitierrez," Paul replied, smiling largely. "You won't regret this. I promise you. Our flight to the states leaves in an hour. We must get going."
"The states," Guitierrez asked. "I thought we were going to Isla Sorna?"
"Do you really want it to just be the two of us going to that island? We need to get the rest of my team."
Guitierrez was embarrassed by his stupidity. "That's right. I'm sorry." Guitierrez looked at his watch. "Well let's get going if we're going to make that flight."
The two men stood and exited the restaurant.
12/29/2002 11:27:19 PM
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