Mr. Burton had been Jeffery Donald's favorite teacher since the begining of his senior year. Burton had made his classes interesting, even to a boy like Jeffery who usually found everything in school boring. But right now he wished that his teacher would stop being such an idiot. The man was going to get himself killed.

When he saw him walk back into the plane, he sighed in relief. He looked as if he was troubled. He spoke out though.

"All right, who hear heard me say the name of the terrorist a few minutes ago?"

Jeffery saw Mrs. Burmudez get up and approach him. He saw his friends Carlo and Kyle slowly raise their hands. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a hand raise behind him. Rachel Boggins' hand. A good looking girl who Jeffery would like to have asked out, but never had the guts. Eventually, Jeffery raised his hand too. He looked around and saw no one else who had raised their hands. Suddenly he wondered if he should have.

"All of you come with me."

They all got up and walked to the front of the plane, near the entrence to the cockpit. Jeffery wondered where the original pilots had gone, but he guessed they were outside with the terrorists, being watched. Mr. Burton began to speak.

"There aren't a lot of you, so that's good. But I still don't have good news.

"What's going on?" Kyle asked.

"I'll explain it all", Burton answered.

He exhaled and began to talk. "Alright, well to answer a question on where we are, I don't really know. But there are...dinosaurs here, on this island."

Jeffery raised an eyebrow. "Dinosaurs?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but have a look for yourself."

Mr. Burton pointed out the windows of the cockpit. The meadow beyond had three large animals grazing amungst the jungle trees. They were long necked dinosaurs, Brachiosaurs, the kind of animals you would read about in a book. Well of course you would. All dinosaurs had gone extinct sixty five million years ago. What he was seeing now though were three Brachiasaurs. Nothing else could have been more majestic. Burton continued.

"It's incredible I know, but we don't have time to watch. The terrorists are doing something, sedating these animals. I think they're taking blood samples."

Jeffery knew little about gentics, but he had heard about the Jurassic Park incident nearly two years ago. He heard of the talk of prehistoric animals causing the incident was a hoax, but he had just seen three living dinosaurs with his very own eyes. They stories were true.

"Is this Jurassic Park?" he asked aloud, not even knowing he had done so. After he asked, he felt sort of stupid to speak of such a thing. Burton answered him though.

"No Jeffery, thats what I thought, but apparently it's not. We're on another island."

Puzzled, Jeffery let his teacher continue.

"I was told that they are going to use us as bait for the carnivorous dinosaurs, instead of risking the lives of their men."

Roxane Burmudez spoke up. "I thought you said they weren't going to kill anyone!"

"I know what I said, but I screwed it up. I thought they were going to use us as standard hostages. I gave away that man's name, so apparently they don't care if we live or die now."

Jeffery saw Rachel begin to tear up and eventually Mrs. Burmudez wrapped her arms around her and stroked her hair.

"What do we do?" Jeffery asked.

He never saw Mr. Burton so serious. He also never saw the man without a plan. He knew Burton would have a trick up his sleeve.

"We're not going to die. I'm not gonna let these bastards get away with this either."

Mrs. Burmudez shot him a look and after letting go of Rachel, she spoke out.

"What are you talking about Mark? We're not going to do anything about them. We just have to get away some how"

"We have to stop them. If we get away and they finish their operation and leave then we're gonna be stuck here, and I don't think they give a rats ass."

"We're not soldiers Mark! And we still have to think of the other kids too!"

"The other kids will be fine, they didn't hear me say the man's name."

"Maybe Mrs. Burmudez is right Mr. Burton", Rachel spoke out. "We can't just leave them here."

"They will be fine, if we stay here we'll die."

"And where are we going to go? Into the jungle with those animals!?" Roxane said, getting more upset with everything Burton said.

"Will you just listen? I have a plan."

After a minute, Roxane Burmudez relaxed. No one spoke for a while, giving Burton the go ahead.

"Eventually there going to take us outside one by one and question us if we heard the man's name. We'll tell the truth. They won't put us back on the plane, they'll probably keep us outside in one of the tents. There are some dirtbikes outside that I saw. We'll take them for a quick get away into the cover of the jungle."

"But what about keys to the bikes?" Carlo asked.

"The keys were already in there from what I could see."

"What about the terrorists? Won't they be guarding us?"

"Probably. You let me take care of that though, and Ill give you the signal when we're ready, alright?"

Everyone nodded after a while.

"What about food and water?"

"We'll have to make due. We can't worry about that right now. And when they question us, act like you know nothing of whats going on, but remember to tell the truthof knowing that man's name. Mansfield."

They went back to their seats, where Burton told the rest of passengers of the island and the mighty creatures that walked amungst it. Many didn't believe him, so he allowed them to go have a look at the Brachiosaurs still beyond outside of the cockpit window. After that he explained to them individualy (even the tourists he did not know) what he and the rest of the people who knew the man's name were going to do.

Jeffery glanced at his watch. It was only ten past noon when the black terrorist, Mansfield came back onto the plane. He instructed everyone to come out of the plane individualy for some brief questioning, and then they could have some lunch. Eventually after the first column was finished, the middle column was called upon and Jeffery was called after Kyle, but Kyle had not returned back to the plane as the others had did. Before leaving he looked to Mr. Burton. He nodded.

Stepping out of the plane, he realized how hot it was. He glanced to the right to see a triceratops stumbling to it's feet as if it had woken up from a long sleep. It wandered off further down the meadow.

After going down the stairs he stepped into the camp they had up. Two large green tents were set up and Burton's dirtbikes were parked there as well. Masnfield led him into the first tent. There were long tables along the side of the tent. On them were a few laptops and log journals were scattered upon the table as well. In the middle of the tent was a small table and foldable chairs. Opposite the table from Jeffery was the terrorist leader.

Jeffery guess they had found most of this equipment on the plane. Mansfield left him to stand there while the leader wrote on his clipboard some more. Eventually he looked up and spoke.

"Have a seat."

He sat.

"You heard Burton speak this morning, correct?"

Jeffery nodded, trying not to look too afraid. He wasn't scared of the man, but Burton's plan made him nervous.

"What did he say?" the man asked.

"Well, once that guy came in he asked where we were, like most of us who were wondering."

The terrorist nodded and wrote on his clipboard. Jeffery continued.

"And after a while, a man spoke from outside. I guess Mr. Burton must have heard what he said because he guessed the man's name."

The terrorist looked up. He wasn't wearing the sunglasses from the night before and Jeffery didn't like his eyes.

"He spoke his name aloud?"

"Yes."

"Did you hear it?"

"Yes."

"What was the man's name?"

Jeffery swallowed. What if Burton was wrong? What if they had already killed Kyle and he was next? After all they were only playing on chance. But he exhaled and relaxed. Mr. Burton wasn't a man to be commonly wrong. He'd just have to trust in the plan.

"I remember it being Mansfield."

The terrorist said nothing and wrote down on the clipboard.

"Just one more question. What was your name?"

"Jeffery Donald."

"Alright. Striker, you can take him away and get the next one."

Mansfield came back into the tent and led Jeffery outside once more. But they didn't go back into the plane. He led him to the other tent. By the entrence was a man with an uzi, guarding. They passed him and Jeffery was pushed into the second tent. Inside were the two pilots from the plane, drentched in sweat. And Kyle! Burton's plan was working so far!

Now only the hard part remained, and that was escaping. He hoped everything would work out with the others and -

His train of mind was cut off by a loud noise. It was pretty distant, but Jeffery heard it over the talk and noise of the camp. It was a deep noise. The kind of noise you would hear on the Discovery channel when they were filming in Africa. It had been a bellowing roar of a dinosaur. But it was deep. Whatever it was, it was carnivourus. It sounded very hungery.

Another twenty minutes passed. Carlo and Rachel had both made it into the tent as Jeffery and Kyle had done.

"Are you kids alright?" asked one of the pilots. He was older, and had a grey mustache.

"Yes sir, we're alright", Rachel replied.

Then the pilot held out his hand. "I'm Ron Harris, former captain of Oceanic Twenty One",. he said with a slighty smile.

The other pilot introduced himself as well. He was slightly younger than Ron, but looked much like him, balding with only a red mustache. "I'm Carl Harris, his son, Co-Captain."

Rachel smiled at them and introduced everyone. They talked of the terrorists, and the island, and the dinosaurs. The pilots were just as fascinated as they were. After another five minutes or so, Mark Burton entered the tent.

"What did they say to you?" Jeffery asked.

"They didn't question me", he said with a slight chuckle.

Ron Harris stood up and held his hand out to Burton, who immediatly saw it and shook hands with him as well.

"Ron Harris."

"Mark Burton, sorry for the loss of your plane."

Ron Harris laughed. "She's not lost yet. They're keeping us here. They're going to want us to fly the plane again eventually."

Burton nodded. "That's what I was thinking. Eventually they're going to fly out of here and depart somewhere on the mainland where they can escape. Unfortunatly for them, thats not going to happen."

Harris raised an eyebrow. "You plan on doing something?"

Burton nodded. "I'm going to stop them."

Both of the pilots slowly shook their heads. Carl Harris spoke then.

"Thats not the best idea Mark. These guys are pros. Mabey not with the dinosaurs, but they've set up things like soldiers."

Just then Roxane Burmudez walked in the tent. They were all there. It was time to begin.


All right. The plan is set and the next chapter is going to have lots of action and a good old fashioned dino battle! Thanks for everyone being patient on reading the long first chapters that may have seemed a bit boring. Next chapter is going to be awesome, stay tuned!