I held Alan's hand as he, Billy and I walked through the bar in the nearest town we were in. I had to admit, I wasn't very fond of bars. I wasn't a heavy drinker, so needless to say, I didn't go into them often.

"Billy", Paul smiled. "Dr. Grant, Mrs. Grant."

We all shook Paul's hands before sitting down at the booth with him and his wife. She was kind of pretty. Pixie-cut short blond hair, blue eyes.

"This is my wife, Amanda", Paul said. "So what will you be drinking tonight?"

"No thanks", I said shaking my head. "I don't drink."

"Ice pick catfish", Alan answered.

"Make that two", Billy added.

As we settled down into the booth we turned to Paul and Amanda wondering why they brought us all the way out here when all we wanted to do was rest and finish up our digging.

"Well, we've admired your work for years", Paul started

"Really, truly inspiring", Amanda added.

"Amanda and I just love the outdoors. We've been on almost every adventure they could come up with."

I sighed looking down. As nice as these people seemed, I honestly didn't care about their vacations or their activities. I was tired from the traveling Alan and I did, not to mention I was hungry. I thought we were having dinner, not drinks at a bar.

"For our wedding anniversary this year, we wanted to do something really special", Paul said.

"Once in a lifetime", Amanda said.

"So, I've chartered a plane to fly us over to Isla Sorna and we'd like you and Mrs. Grant to be our guide."

I looked at Alan, wrapping my fingers around his hand. Isla Sorna, the second island of dinosaurs. Didn't this could know that the island was restricted, not to mention dangerous? Alan and I were still affected by our experiences from Jurassic Park. There was no way were doing something like that again.

"Well, that's very kind of you, Mr. Kirby", Alan said. "But we're very, very busy. I can recommend a couple of guys who are really qualified."

"No", Paul said as he and Amanda shook their heads. "You're the best. You've seen these animals in the flesh. No one comes close to you."

"Mr. Kirby, you do know that island is restricted?" I said. "Are you really going so far as to break the law just to make your anniversary memorable?"

"We wouldn't be able to fly low enough to see anything of interest", Alan said.

"Well, see that's the interesting part", Amanda said. "We have permission to fly low."

"How low?" Billy asked.

"I'm no aviation expert", Paul shrugged. "But a heack of a lot lower than anyone else."

"From what I can understand, it's pretty much whatever we want", Amanda said.

I looked at Alan a bit skeptical. How on earth did a middle-class couple get permission from the government to fly low over a restricted area? Even as Paul explained how he had connections, some of his story made no sense. It was only until Paul pulled out his checkbook to write a check for the digging site for us that Alan seemed interested.

"I can write all kinds of numbers on this check, Dr. Grant", Paul said bribing us. "Tell me, what's it going to take?"

"Can you give us until tomorrow to think it over?" I asked.

"Can you give us an answer first thing in the morning, then?" Amanda said. "The plane leaves tomorrow."

I looked at Alan and shrugged.

"We'll give you a call", Alan nodded.

Paul sighed as he pulled a card from his pocket and wrote his number down.

"Remember Dr. Grant", he said. "My offer still stands."