I want to first say that I do not own anything of Michael Critchon's. He is just a genious and I love his work, especially Jurassic Park. This story has more based on the movie rather than the novel. This takes place before the movie The Lost World: Jurassic Park. Enjoy!
Mark Burton sat comfortably in his seat. Although he hated flying, a few glasses of champange usually eased him down. It was nearly 6 pm. and the kids still chatted away. Burton was a history teacher in a highschool in Miami. The seniors were on there way to San Jose for the summer trip and they were giving him a headache. He knew seniors loved to talk, but not this much.
When they took off in Miami, he was expecting a few hours of sleep. Apparently that wasn't going to happen. They're flight left around 3 pm. from Miami International. After refueling at Norman Manley International in Kingston, Jamaica, they took off once more.
Now they were flying over the Caribbean Sea, well on there way to San Jose. A few more minutes of the kids talking made Burton look for the drink server again. Once he saw the young lady stewardess, he called her over.
"Another glass of champagne, please", he asked.
"Im sorry sir, but we're landing in half and hour. Alchoholic beverages have stopped being served. Would you like a glass of Coke or water?"
Burton frowned and shook his head.
Well, at least only another half hour of this chitter chatter he thought to himself.
He heard the man in the row behind him talk to the stewardess. "Excuse me, but how long did you say until we arrive at San Jose?"
The man had a deep voice, but Burton ignored the conversation.
The woman in the seat infront of him had turned around to face him.
A good friend of his (for the most part), Roxane Burmudez was an english teacher.
Right now though her looks to him made Burton question their friendship.
He smiled at her, trying not to laugh. "What?"
"You think drinking infront of the kids is much of a good idea?"
Now he had to laugh out loud a little.
"Oh come on Roxane. It's not like I'm drunk, and plus I garentee these kids have used some of mommy and daddy's money to get there own drinks. Hell, they probably drink more than you."
She smiled at him and looked around at the kids sitting amungst the seats chatting away.
There were over twenty of them who paid for the trip, which did cost a pretty penny. She took in Burton's comment, visioning the kids getting intoxicated at one of their wild parties. Stupid.
"Well, only half an hour until he land. Better sober up, don't want to piss yourself when we hit the ground."
With that she turned back around in her seat, leaving him to laugh at her remark.
His remark of her drinking habits he claimed better though.
He examined some of the kids seated in the middle row just left of him. One kid he reckognized instantly, having spent all year teaching him.
Jeffry Donald sat in the middle of his two friends who stared at his laptop he continuosly played with. Jeffry was a rich boy, getting all the money he needed from daddy to buy all the clothes and sports cars he wanted and not to mention hold his hand all the way to college. Personally Burton didn't think anymore of Jeffry than a spoiled brat.
He had his own personal thoughts about many of his students, but never showed any lack off personality toward them. He always treated them the same, no exceptions. And despite the fact Burton would rather of had a summer to himself, he was getting paid for babysitting this trip. Quite a pretty penny too. His wife, Sara, had also gone to Vegas six months earlier, so it was her turn to stay home and take care of their son, Randel.
Burton had pretty much a good deal set for him. He relaxed some more, letting his last glass of champagne settle. Something came to him though. Just out of curiousity. The man behind him who had spoke in the deep voice. It had been American. A Californian accent. With his curiousity building, he turned to look over his seat at the man.
Quite a man he was too. He looked a few years younger than Burton, but not much. He was well built, a tight black t-shirt under a black jacket. On the jacket's arm was a logo that read "Biosyn". He wore sunglasses that hid his eyes completely.
Burton couldn't tell if he was had seen him look, but he had a strange feeling about the man. Why wear sunglasses on a plane?
The sky was hardly dark at all either. He couldn't have been blind, could he?
Burton couldn't help to look back again. This time the man seemed to stare right back at him. Burton quickly moved his eyes to the logo on the man's jacket, not wanting to seem rude. But the man crossed his large arms, almost trying to hide the logo.
He turned back around, sinking back into his seat. He had heard of Biosyn before. It was a genetics coporation hardly heard of, and the only reason he knew of it was through some of the science teachers back in Miami. Of course. There had been many rumors of new species of lizards appearing throughout Costa Rica.
He glanced to his upper left to see another large man, this one being black, rise out of his seat and began to take off his jacket. On the back was the Biosyn logo. Further up the row another Biosyn jacket was taken off by another man. Behind him, Burton heard the man from before unbuckle his seat belt and began to take off his jacket.
Easy boys, we still have fifteen more minutes until landing. Just then he noticed all of them had sunglasses on. No one seemed to notice them but Burton. It could have been the champagne after all, but he didn't like this activity. He'd read about it too many times to feel easy about these men getting up.
He looked over to the black man who was stuffing his jacket up in the overhead cargo. And taking out a duffle bag... Burton began to unbuckle his seat belt. The others, including the man behind him mimicked the movements. All of them with duffle bags. The young stewardess from the back of the plane came through the row towards the black man, who had began looking through his bag.
"Sir, we're going to be landing soon, you must remain seated", she protested, but the black man ignored her through his sunglasses and continued searching through his bag. "Sir please, you must take your seat". Finally he looked up at her and dropped his bag on his seat.
If it weren't for her gasp, Burton would have remained at least slightly relaxed. He could have stumbled into thinking that these men had obviously been looking for something to do with their business. But she had gasped. She gasped at the Uzi pistol held at her head.
He'd been right. This activity couldn't have been that of a normal group of genetic scientists. These men were now terrorists. Real live terrorists, who now had made there first move. "Now ma'am, I'm going to need for you to shut the fuck up and take a seat", the black man said with a very calm tone. The other terrorists began moving along the rows as well, uzi's and handguns of their own pointed at the passengers.
Suddenly people began to panick. A woman in the back screamed and the amount of gasps were infinite. Mark Burton began to rise and saw that Roxane was doing the same thing. They were in charge of these children, which many of them were now staring down the barrel of a gun. Before Burton could even get into the aisle though, he felt the cold barrel of a handgun move against his scalp.
"I would sit down if I were you", said the man behind him. He stared at Roxane, her eyes staring back wide with terror. Slowly, Burton sat back down, Roxane Burmudez followed his actions. The man did not remove the barrel from his head, but Burton shifted his eyes left towards the students. The ones he could see had the terrorfied expresion Roxane's face had worn.
He wished he could have done something. When the man removed the pistol from Burton's head and began to walk into the aisle, Burton began to speak. "What do you plan on doing with a few tourists and high school students, huh?" he said with a smart tone. The man stopped and turned back to face Burton. He took off his sunglasses to reveal eyes with so little color they appeared grey.
"I'll put a bullet in anyone of their heads for all I care", he replied. Roxane kept her horrified gaze on Burton, looking for any answers. Sadly, Burton was trying to find some answers himself. There was nothing. "We're taking over this flight, your trip's been canceled."