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Here's the story. Finally.

Billy kept an arm around me for comfort, but he tuned into the other conversation. I did too. I wanted to know what was going on.

"We did everything we could. The Costa Rican government said this was a no fly zone. The U.S. Embassy, that's our U.S. Embassy, said we should just accept the inevitable. Can you believe that?"

"Yes," I muttered," this is a suicide mission."

Billy must have heard because he tightened his grip on me.

"You let a twelve year old go parasailing alone?" Billy asked while looking at a picture of the kid.

"He wasn't alone," Mr. Kirby replied, "he was with a friend. Ben Hilderbrand."

"Paul and I divorced a year ago," added Mrs. Kirby.

"Alright, so why me?" asked my dad.

"Well, he said we needed someone who's been on the island before," Mr. Kirby answered.

"Yes," added Udesky, "but I did not tell you to kidnap someone."

My dad focused his attention back on the Kirby's.

"I have never been on this island before."

"Well of course you have," interrupted Mr. Kirby, "you wrote that book."

Billy stepped forward, releasing me in the process. I wrapped my arms around myself in an effort to pretend I was safe.

"That was Isla Nublar," he said. "This is Isla Sorna, Site B."

He said it like they were total morons. Despite the situation we were in, I wanted to laugh at the tone of his voice. It made me feel a little better. So I snorted. Billy sent a wink my way while my father just shook his head.

"Wait," interjected Udesky, "You mean to tell me there are two islands with dinosaurs on it?"

The Kirby's both turned towards him and simultaneously, in different words, said "shut up."

I looked at them incredulously before I faced Udesky. Sometimes I cannot believe how rude people can be.

"Yes, there are two islands with dinosaurs on them. One for the theme park, the other for experimentation and development."

Udesky just turned around, shaking his head at this new found information.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he questioned.

"You know, Agent Udesky? I've been asking myself the same thing," I replied.

Billy and my father both threw me a glance seeing me running my hand through my hair with my eyes closed. They both turned to face the Kirby's again.

"So how long have they been missing?" asked my father.

"Almost 8 weeks," replied Mr. Kirby.

My father sighed and turned to face Billy and I.

"Billy, Jasmine," he started, "We'll go back to the plane and salvage what we can. Then we'll make for the coast."

"Dr. Grant," Mr. Kirby called, "we're not leaving this island without our son."

I spoke up this time. I was really getting sick of these people. They were ignorant and annoying. They were beginning to pluck my last nerve.

"Then you can go and look for him. Have fun with that."

With a sarcastic smile, I turned and started moving in the direction of the plane. My dad added, "Or you can come with us, as long as you don't hold us up. Either way, we probably won't get off this island alive."

We got back to the plane and Billy tried to put a hand on my shoulder, I just shook him off. I was too irritated to talk to anyone. I just grabbed anything that wasn't completely destroyed and put it in a pile. Then I sorted out what was useful and what wasn't. It helped relax me to organize things. I could feel the glances my father and Billy were throwing me, but I ignored them, and they knew not to bother me yet. Once the bags were packed, Billy took out his camera and was photographing the footprint in the mud. I made my way over and squatted next to him. He glanced at me, silently asking me if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm good now. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You're scared and the two of them are annoying. It's not your fault."

My father came over to us.

"What would you classify it as Billy?" he asked.

"Well," Billy started, "it's a super predator. Succamimus. With the snout."

He drew his fingers in a motion that was supposed to represent a snout. My father shook his head.

"Think bigger."

"Barionyx," Billy guessed.

"Not with that sail," he replied.

I had been silent, going through lists and lists of dinosaurs in my head, finally deciding on one.

"It's Spinosaurus Egypticus," I said.

My father pulled out a tooth.

"Exactly."

Billy took the tooth and examined it. Then he looked at my father.

"I don't remember that being on Ingen's list."

"That's because it wasn't on their list Billy," my father replied. "That makes me wonder what else Ingen was up to."

Towards the end of that, movement caught my eye. I turned to see Mr. Kirby struggling to put on a backpack. I raised my eyebrow and let out a loud, unladylike snort, again.

"Oh yeah, he's definitely an adventurer."

Billy chuckled and made his way over to Mr. Kirby.

"So, Mr. Kirby, when you climbed K2, did you base camp at twenty five or thirty thousand feet?"

"It was thirty thousand, we were pretty close to the top."

Billy continued, "You were about a thousand feet above it actually."

For a minute, Mr. Kirby looked like a deer caught in headlights. Then he regained his composure.

"No, that's a common mistake…" he never got to finish because my dad interrupted.

"There is no Kirby Enterprises is there?"

"Actually no. It's Kirby Paint and Tile plus. The plus stands for bathroom fixtures."

"So I don't suppose the check you wrote us is any good?" Billy asked.

"Now listen, I'll make sure you get paid," Mr. Kirby tried.

My father shouldered his backpack and began to walk away muttering, "This is good. We're in the worst place in the world and we're not even being paid."

I stood there as everyone else walked away. Everyone except Billy.

"Minnie."

"What Billy?"

"I know what you're thinking."

"Oh yeah? Tell me then."

"You don't think we'll get out of here alive."

"I know we won't Billy. You don't get it, this became suicide the moment that plane touched the ground."

He shook his head.

"No Minnie. I promise we'll get out of here alive."
"You can't promise that."

He stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Fine. I can't promise that. But I can promise something else."

"What's that?"

"You're my best friend, I won't let you die. I'll protect you."