"Deep in the jungles of Isla Sorna, there are monsters… dinosaurs if you want to call them that but initially there just genetic monsters." Ian Malcolm continued as Richard Levine asked him to return to Site B.
"I agree our experience there was not one any of us would like to revisit but I think if we could just get more research done there we might be able to find ways to protect ourselves… Ingen is dead anyway. John Hammond was a nut and there competitor, Biosyn, are more than goners without Dodgson. They are still looking for him… what's the point we all know he's dead. Sarah even told them a rex walked off with him but they still want to find him. I guess they can't find anybody who will except the job." Levine was still a bit antsy about the compy bite he had taken back on the island. Sarah already took care of the illness but he still couldn't stop thinking about it.
Malcolm shook his head with annoyance, "We went to save your sorry butt once, we wont do it again." He had had enough trouble with the dinosaurs at Isla Nubular, Isla Sorna's experience didn't help one bit. They had only been gone for about three weeks and already Levine demanded to return as if he forgot what happened the first time.
"Look, Isla Nubular is gone, it's as dead as it comes… Isle Sorna is our only chance to research these things. Even if they do try to attack, there dumb animals. We can figure a way to avoid getting killed and I'll bring some bait to distract them and…"
Malcolm interrupted there, "Bait? What do you mean by bait!" he said angrily.
"Not people, I mean just some extra meat to distract them… I don't know…" he said slowly.
"That's your problem, you don't know… do you really think that a raging T-rex or a pack of raptors are just going to stop because you threw some meat at them?" Malcolm said angrily, he thought Dr. Richard Levine would have a better idea then that. Perhaps Levine truly was traumatized by the events. Perhaps he wasn't thinking clearly.
"I'd bring some other things too. Can we just talk it over or something?" he asked. A bead of sweet went down his shirt as he fidgeted around with his hands.
"You're a fool if you are honestly thinking of going back there and if you think I'm going back there…" Malcolm stopped as the phone rang. He walked over to it and picked it up. It was Sarah, Sarah was gone in Africa, she was in charge of a group of explorers to gain research on multiple reports of an unknown creature attacking a village there. She usually didn't bother with these types of tasks because most of the time they were just an aged lion or leopard that has found humans are easy prey. This one however interested her because the descriptions were nothing like a Lion or Leopard.
"Hello, Ian it's Sarrah," she said.
"Hello, did you need me to send something again?" Malcolm asked slowly.
"No, I have a question for you about this," she said slowly.
"What could you want to know from me, aren't you the big predators expert?" he asked in the usual sarcastic tone.
"It's just this animal that's getting reported, I can't think of anything that fit's the description." she answered.
"Yeah, and…" Malcolm responded.
"Well I can't think of anything except one…" she said, her voice just kept coming slower and slower. Her tone quieter and quieter, with a hint of nervousness.
"Ok, if you only have one option then obviously that has to be it," Malcolm said unsure what she was getting at. He had read some of the reports about the attacks but he didn't think much of them. He figured just send a search party, find it and kill it. He didn't understand what was so hard about that and why an expedition to find out what it was, was so important. He figured if it kills people then it's a problem no matter what it is.
"Well it's a bit farfetched," she answered still slow and quiet.
"So animals aren't predictable, a rabbit could probably figure a way to kill somebody," he answered.
"I think we might be dealing with… a dinosaur" she said as slowly and quietly as possible.
"Wait what!" Malcolm responded, "How could there be dinosaurs in Africa?"
"I have a theory but I don't really want to tell anyone till I have more evidence."
"You don't mean the ones Ingen made do you?" Malcolm said through clenched teeth, "Ingen is dead, the dinosaurs are on an island in Coast Rica. The islands near North and South America. How would any of them get to Africa and have nobody know about it!"
"I don't know, I told you it was farfetched… I don't know what else it could be," Sarah paused, "I need more time, I mean Ostriches aren't known to be killers, they rarely attack people as it is. There's already several reports of a large featherless bird like animal that walks on two legs, moves extremely fast, and has extremely sharp talons."
"Sounds like an Ostrich to me," Malcolm answered quickly, "I think your just a bit traumatized by the events on Isla Sorna."
"No, no, no, an Ostrich is not known to kill people. They have been known to chase people out of there nests…"
"There you go, maybe there village or farm or whatever is too close to a nest."
"No, there are no Ostrich nests anywhere near there. In fact I haven't seen an Ostrich at all since I've been here. I think they live farther North." Sarah shook her head in frustration, "I'm telling you, I think were looking at a dinosaur here. It's the only thing that fit's the multiple descriptions and that we know has attacked and killed people before…"
Malcolm didn't want to hear that, "Sarah, I think your just stressed out… I mean you wont except that a native bird can't be the culprit but an extinct animal can!"
"Sarah found a dinosaur in Africa!" Levine said happily.
"No, she has only found a bird, she just doesn't know it yet," Malcolm responded.
"How can you find a bird and not…" Levine said slowly but paused, "give me the phone."
"No… you'll just make this worst," Malcolm said stepping away from Richard.
"Is that Levine in the back ground? Why's he in your house?" Sarah asked. She had hoped that Levine was out of her life forever but apparently not.
"Yes it's me Sarah, or um Mrs. Harding."
"He's not important… you know I'm going to have to call you back."
"Wait I want to ask her something!" Levine said quickly but Malcolm had already hung up, "What did you do that for? Don't you think this was kind of important?
"Look Richard, I don't want to go to Isle Sorna, I don't want to have anything to do with your dinosaur research needs and I don't want you talking to Sarah."
"But you could be famous if you just…" Levine pleaded but Malcolm interrupted.
"No, I don't want to have anything to do with anything you want to do right now." Malcolm tore a piece of paper from a note book and wrote down a phone number. "If you really want to get yourself involved in the death trap disguised as an island, then try calling this number… I doubt he'll want to go with you either but there it is. Now I'm going to bed."
"Thanks… wait who is this?" Levine asked but Malcolm was already out of the living room. He looked down at the paper. Levine decided that he was not going to get anything out of Malcolm and Sarah was miles away. In fact he didn't even know the number anyway, Ian had done a good job at hiding that information well. Levine took a deep breathe and thought about asking Dr. Thorne about it… then again he thought, if Malcolm wasn't interested then Thorne would never go. He left the building the second the thought left his mind, making sure to stash the paper in his pocket.
Richard Levine wasn't a hard worker but he could get something done and pretty well if he really wanted it done. Richard had reached his place and went strait for the telephone without even thinking about anything else. He punched in every key on the paper, checking every single digit to make sure it was perfect. The phone just rang for a second.
Then someone answered, "Hello."
Levine didn't directly recognize the voice but he thought it sounded familiar, "Hello this is Dr. Richard Levine."
"This is Dr. Alan Grant… why have you called me?"
"I recently spoke with Dr. Ian Malcolm, I assume you know him," Levine smiled sharply at the second he heard it was Grant, he had asked Malcolm if he knew Grant and he answered no. Apparently that wasn't the case if he had his phone number.
"I know Malcolm, I heard he had broken his leg in a car accident a few months ago."
"Stop the crap, I know about Isle Nubular and Sorna. As well as what Ingen was doing there, I know what really happened to Malcolm's leg, I know what happened to Isle Nubular and most importantly I know what you did there," Levine felt pretty smart with that statement.
"I'm afraid I don't know what your talking about," Grant answered slowly.
"Come on Grant this is pointless, I am well aware, you can call Malcolm up right now and he'll say I know. I was on isle sorna, site B, and I have experienced the same stuff you did… you and Sattler."
"Sattler, you know her too?"
"Yes, I know about John Hammond too, as well as what happened to Lewis Dodgson… though I doubt you know what happened to either of them do you?"
"Alright Levine what do you want from me," Grant said finally giving in.
"I want to stake an expedition to site B," Levine continued to smile, but in a more devious way then previously.
"Are you out of your mind?" Grant asked with a slight uproar in his voice but still managing to remain calm and collective.
"No sir, I see this as a golden opportunity to get me famous pretty damn fast. Of course I can't go without a guide and I would rather it be someone like you or Malcolm... you know someone that has been involved before," Levine said, he was attempting to avoid the cockiness in his voice as best he could but it was still getting out.
"What did Malcolm say?" Grant asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"He was busy with some girl in Africa, something about a rogue bird or something like that." Levine wasn't sure if he should answer that question directly or even give to much more information about himself or anyone involved in there previous Isle Sorna activities.
"So he said no."
"No, not directly anyway. He said that he had to handle that issue first."
"Did he ever say the word yes or words I'll go latter?"
"I didn't get to talk to him long Grant… I'm sure he needs time to rest and all."
"To be honest with you Richard I doubt he or Elle would want involved with those islands and neither would I."
"Perhaps we could meet somewhere and discuss this over a little."
"No, no, no, I don't want any involvement either."
"Just here me out Grant, can I call you Grant?"
"Grant is fine, and I've heard enough from Ingen…"
"But I'm not from Ingen, I'm simply a doctor looking to improve scientific research and development… who knows what you could learn from animals from earths past. Like maybe ways to cure diseases or ways to interact with them safely"
Levine should not have said that last part, "I don't think we should ever have any interaction with those creatures, I don't think this is a good idea."
"Listen can we meet somewhere? Face to face and just talk this over?" Levine asked hopefully.
"I don't know about that…" Grant paused.
"Think about it, you need funding for your bone digging, do you honestly think no one will be willing to pay you money if you could not only learn things about the island but also the animals themselves?" Levine asked biting his lip, "Tell you what, if you come to my meeting and stay and listen for thirty minutes and are still unimpressed I will not ask you or anyone you know again about this or anything relating. Do we have a deal?"
Grant paused, it was true that they needed more funding for there research and Isle Sorna could deliver the highest amounts of information he could get. Perhaps it would help him… but only if he could convince a executive that his research there and in the ground was a benefit. The research found there could easily attract business attention and likely fund both things… if it all worked. "I'll agree, where will this be held?"
"Where are you?" Levine asked.
"Alberta, Canada… I just happen to be in the middle of excavating a mid adult Pachyrhinosaur from the dirt, we think it died of an attack from an Albertosaurus after it got separated from the herd on the grounds it's the only one and we found two large adult Albertosaurs pretty close by last week."
Levine stopped listening after Alberta, Canada, "Ok, I'm in California… perhaps we can meet somewhere in the middle, like Oregon?"
"Alright… I don't know how much spare money I have to fly me and my crew there."
"Screw it then… I'll come to you, I'll pay for all my transportation there and back and you just listen to my points, ok?"
"Alright, when should I expect you?"
"Expect me in about two weeks."
"How about three, I don't know if we can get all these fossils out of the ground and transported by then and you can't really leave uncovered fossils just sitting around," Grant explained slowly.
"Fine three weeks then," Levine replied starting to get a bit annoyed, "I'll see you then, bye."
"Good bye," Grant responded, he then hung up. Levine let the phone sit for a second before hanging up too.
