Disclaimer: I don't own Isla Sorna, but for those who have read Corruption know very well that I own all of the characters.
"No one changes the world who isn't obsessed."
- Billie Jean King
Chapter 1: Robbery
Parking Lot
Dimitri groaned in a combination of disappointment and anger as he stepped out of his Toyota in the Governor's Mansion parking lot. It had been roughly a year since his adventure on Isla Sorna and it left him with a short fuse, a fuse that was constantly being lit. Andrew Rayburn was spray painting the wall again.
Dimitri walked over to him and tapped him the shoulder. "Hey governor's kid," Andrew said with a chuckle as he continued to spray paint the wall. Andrew considered Dimitri his friend, but Dimitri didn't feel the same. Andrew was still a junior at Adams High School and wasn't popular by any stretch. Andrew says it's just because he's black, but it was obvious he had other demeaning qualities.
"Andrew," Dimitri said, "We go through this everyday. Go away and I promise I won't call the police, and don't think I'm going to be lenient on you just because we're friends, because we're not even close."
"Governor's kid," Andrew said, "Give me a minute while I finish my mural and maybe I'll consider leaving. How's about that?"
"That's not exactly going to work for me," Dimitri replied. "So, what non-denominational organization are you blindly following today, Andrew?"
Andrew didn't have to answer. He had finished his picture. It was peace sign with random dinosaurs around it with the words Dinosaur Liberation Association written on top.
"Leave," Dimitri ordered. "Now."
Gibson Apartment
"3675 Fowler Ave. Apt. 367," Max said to himself as he continued to hang his clothing in the closet. "At long last, my dream has become a reality!" After his father's "death", Max was put in the foster care system, but Stephanie quickly took it upon herself to take him in until he turned eighteen. Max tuned eighteen only the month before and the Maximoff family was more than happy to help him find an apartment. Erik even volunteered to help him pay the rent.
"Damn it," Max said. "I'm out of hangers. I'm sure Benji has some I can borrow." Max waltzed over to the phone and dialed in Benji's cell phone number, knowing that Benji only went home to sleep. After a few rings, Benji finally answered.
"Max," Benji groaned. "Not that I don't appreciate your company, but I'm sort of busy. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the Lieutenant Governor of Maryland, which means I have more important things to do than talk with you."
"I'm sure," Max replied, "And I'm going to go ahead and guess that you either in D.C. with Eddie or in New York with Maureen. An I right or am I right?"
"New York," Benji grumbled back, "but for your information, I'm not with Maureen anymore. We broke up a week ago. It's actually good for me because now I can devote more time in figuring out who this Piper woman is."
"Face it," Max said. "My father is dead. My sister is dead. Alex Amadore is dead. Linda Krueger moved to Georgia. You're pretty much going this alone. I say that since Piper hasn't reared her ugly head since last year we should just let sleeping dogs lie."
"You go ahead and give up," Benji replied, "but I just can't let it go. See ya!"
Benji hung the phone, only for Max to realize his mistake. "Damn it. I forgot to ask about the hangers!"
Governor's Office
Stephanie Maximoff glanced at her phone as it rang. Her husband stood across the room in silence. "Answer it," he finally said.
"Answer it?" Stephanie asked. "Answer it? That's the best advice you can give me? You and I know very well who's on the other line. You're my chief of staff. That means I go to you for advice and the best thing you have is to answer it?"
Stephanie's husband Erik Maximoff was no longer the professor of paleontology at the University of Maryland. When Stephanie took office, Benji suggested an old friend of his, Mark Ramirez, for her Chief of Staff. Mark proved to be even more incompetent than Benji. In the two months that Mark held office, Stephanie realized that most of her good advice came from her husband. Stephanie fired Mark and gave the position to Erik.
"If you don't answer it, they'll just call back, and they're going to keep on calling until you change your mind about the InGen islands."
"My mind's been made up," Stephanie replied. "After what happened last year, I can't think of a single reason why the InGen islands should be granted extra life. John Hammond has already sign off on the island. They belong to the government. They should be destroyed by now except some group calling themselves the DLA have decided that dinosaurs have just as much right to live as any other animal. They seem to have convinced a lot of people. Each time I send the bill to Congress, it's shot down."
"I'm still not so sure," Erik replied, pleased to hear that the phone had stopped ringing. "How can we fight an organization if we're not even sure it exists?'
"Whether or not it exists isn't the point," Dimitri said as he walked through the front doors. "People believe they do and that's good enough. I just caught Andrew Rayburn spray painting the wall with the DLA emblem. It's growing fast."
"I'm still not convinced," Erik replied.
"So what exactly do you propose, dad?" Dimitri asked.
"I just wish that the DLA would do something that actually proved their existence."
Van
Dalton Furrelle pulled the van up to the curb and put the car keys in the glove compartment. He glanced at his passenger, Lance Savarin, who nodded in agreement. The duo wrapped masks over their eyes with the same camouflage pattern as their clothing. Dalton had dark hair and was fairly tall. Lance was blond and was about four inches shorter than Dalton.
"Ready?" Dalton asked as he picked up his suitcase from the backseat.
"Not like I have much of a choice," Lance replied. "It's either now or never." Dalton nodded and proceeded to exit the car. Lance followed. The duo ignored remarks and stares from random people on the street as they continued to walk down the block.
Dalton and Lance arrived at their destination. "1st National Back of Maryland," Lance said with a smile. "Did I ever tell you the story of how the teller refused to cash my check just because I followed her home a few times? This could be a very good opportunity to show her how I feel about that."
"Fine," Dalton said. "Just remember that if you do anything to hinder my chances of completing my mission, I will hold you personally responsible and I will make it my new personal goal to destroy you."
"Good to know," Lance replied. Dalton and Lance walked through the front doors and stopped about halfway between the doors and the counters. The duo opened their suitcases and pulled out AK-47 and began to fired the rapidly into the air.
The two stopped as Dalton said, "I want Governor Stephanie Maximoff right here, within the hour or else people will begin to die."