Jurassic Park: the Costa Rica Incident
Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park. I made no money off of this.
Authors note: Chances are that this story will suck. I mean suck BAD. Be honest in your reviews, but remember this is my first fic.
In memory of Michael Crichton – RIP
Chapter 1: The Arrival.
The steady drone of the chopper blades, the fell of the rifle in his hands, the smell of jet fuel and the guys next to him. Heaven. Justin took it all in, because he knew in his heart, he may never experience it again. He looked around at the five other men in the Blackhawk with him, not including the pilots. Then he leaned back and went through his last pre-mission ritual, running over the mission.
Justin was being sent in as part of a crack covert operations unit at the request of the Costa Rica government. The resin they asked for help is because they had reason to believe terrorist were building WMDs in a remote juggle lab. The plane was drop in 10 clicks out, meet with a local guide, then trek to this station and see just what is going on.
"One minute left!" the pilot called over the loudspeaker. If the engine of the helicopter was not so loud, you would have heard six safeties clicking to off. All of these men had seen battle. They had worked together in almost every situation imaginable. Now the where ready. "Go, go, go!" the pilot's voice came over the loudspeaker again. The repelling ropes were lowered and all six men got started on their way down.
Six thuds as the men landed. Peterson, the unit leader, waved off the chopper. The pilot saluted through the glass and took off. The team was now on their own.
A/N: Here is something to wet you pallet. Don't worry; this is not the sucking part. That comes later.
And dont worry about it beeing short, the chapters will get lnger.