Summary: What if Alexa Woods and Adele Rousseau weren't the only females on the Antarctica expedition? What if there were a photographer and I don't mean Miller. And what would have happened if Scar had a twin brother named Rogue? What happens if Scar doesn't die in the end? Well you'll just have to read and find out.
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Chapter 1 : the Offer.
"Come on hold still" I whispered as I zoomed in on the little squirrel that munched happily on his damnable little acorn. I mean I was supposed to be shooting the scenery for my Art final. I was a week away from graduating from the Art Institute of Michigan. I was soon to be a professional Photographer, not that I wasn't good enough now; I mean I was hired by some of the best. Last year I took photos of nesting gorillas for national geographic. But damn this little guy was just so cute I couldn't take the opportunity pass me up.
"That's it, just like that, flicker your tail and ignore me" I said, awesome the camera was in the perfect position, now all I had to do was wait for the perfect moment to capture its beauty. I loved photography, it was my life, I was introduced to it in my second year of high school by my art teacher, and wham I just took to it, like a fly on fly paper. I waited five minutes before I snapped the picture; the little guy looked up and stalled his tail moving rapidly behind him. His head tilted in my direction, I held still, you could have said I was having a staring contest. Nothing moved it seemed like the world stopped for a moment, awe it was so cute. All of a sudden I wanted to take it home with me and stuff it so its beauty would never age, but that would require me to kill it and that's something I couldn't do, and the fact that would be just plain me to the squirrel. And reality snapped back into place as my cell phone rang. The squirrel bolted into the bushes.
"Hello?" I said getting off the forest floor, and dusting the pine needles of my front with my free hand, my camera dangled around my neck. A deep voice answered on the other end, it was clearly a guy, and he sounded like a rich, snobbish asshole.
"Aaron Basco?" who was this guy and how did he know my name?
"This is she" I replied, I kept calm, for all I know it could have been some big shot that needed my services in shooting some wildlife. "And who is this?" I said. Seriously I wanna know, for all I know he could be a killer, or stalker and he could be in the woods with me this very moment. I looked around just to be sure. I sighed quietly; there was no one but me, the trees, and the wildlife.
"I am Maxwell Stanford, and I'm calling on the behalf of Mr. Weyland" he said. I curled my nose, I didn't like Mr. Weyland, and last I heard he was trying to close some environmental group down. This guy wasn't eco-friendly.
"And what does Mr Weyland want?" I asked. Seriously I wanted to hang up and hope to god he doesn't call back, but I also heard Charles Weyland was a stubborn fool.
"He requires your expertise" he said.
"Well tell Weyland I can't because I have to get my final done" I said. And it was completely true, but it also gave a great excuse not to work with the guy.
"He thought you would be, so he made a call to give you a few extended days on it, and he is willing to pay you 2 million for your services" he said. My breathing hitched, 2 million just to take a few picture of who knows what, is it just me or does he know how to bribe or what. So the question remains, do I accept said bribe? Or do I shoot it down, and go one with my life? Hmm…this was a lot harder then it sounds, I mean with 2 million, I could by a new camera, pay off student loans, by a decent apparent and pay rent and groceries for several months. But on the other hand I'd have to work with not so eco-friendly Weyland. I sighed well wasn't this choice obvious, I need the money. But that didn't mean I had to like the guy, no sir-re.
"Fine, you can tell Mr Weyland I accept his offer" I said. There was a chuckle on the other end, it sounded like a dieing cat.
"Good, when you get back to your vehicle there will be a car waiting to escort you to the helicopter that will then proceed to take you to your location" he said. Wait, what?
"What helicopter? But I need to pack, and where are we going?" I asked. And let me tell you something, these are perfectly intelligent questions not retarded ones.
"You're going to Antarctica Ms Basco, and about your pack, use the one in your truck" he said. My eyes bugged, Antarctica? As in the last great journey of man, the coldest place on earth, the home of multiple types of penguins and birds? And what a minute how the hell did he know I had a pack in my truck?
"How the hell do you know there's a pack in my truck?" I hissed through the phone, there was an amused chuckle on the other end. I didn't like this guy, he's a jerk.
"Isn't it obvious Ms Basco? I'm standing beside it" he said.
"You touch my truck and you're a dead man" I snapped hanging up the phone, turned and sprinted towards the area where I parked my truck. The trees were becoming blurry, and I was breathing heavily, no one touches my baby and lives, if he so much as touched it he was dead. I broke through the foliage and leaned against my knees, my eyes darting through the parking area. There standing next to my black Ford Durango was a tall black man, who held himself with confidence and radiated egotism. I smelled an asshole. I glared at him he was leaning against my pride and joy.
"Get off my truck!" I snapped. He chuckled pushing himself off of it. I already hated the guy and its only been what five minutes. Dude that has got to be the fastest I've judged someone.
"Calm down Ms Basco" he said. I continued to glare at him. "Come Ms Basco, Mr Weyland awaits your presence" he said walking towards his sleek black Lexus LF-A Concept, he pulled the passenger door opened and bowed like a gentleman, even though he was from one.
"What about my car?" I said walking towards the sweet ride, it may have been nice but no one replaces my baby.
"No worries, it will be back at your place within the hour" he said as I sat myself on the nice leather seat. I wanted to sigh, it felt so nice. But I didn't get comfortable; there is no way in hell I'm gonna be all relaxed in this guys care.
"It better be unharmed" I said slamming the door, I grinned in mentally when I saw the wince at what I did; apparently he didn't like it when someone treated his care with disrespect.
"Of course Ms Basco, only the best for you" I knew sarcasm when I heard it.
"Don't get smart with me Jeeves" I said levelly, I smiled cheekily as he glared and grumbled before he turned the car on, it purred to life. Damn, it sounded awesome, and I bet it drove smooth. I wanted to yelp in joy at how well if drove as we speed from the area. I looked out the window looking at an eagle as it glided on the wind currents, I think my life was changing, and at this moment I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
TBC…………
A/N:so how is it so far? I like it, so please leave a review and I will continue soon. See yha.
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