Trek
"Come on Evan; let's get going to the heli-pad." Peter glanced down at his watch. "The choppers should have unloaded the cars buy now."
"Peter." Evan put his palm on Peter's shoulder holding him in place. He tightened his grip. "Why did Alan Grant not know that we were coming here? And furthermore, why are we not going back for the rest of the group?"
Peter shoved on.
"Peter!" His voice started to grow louder. "Answer me!"
Peter turned and faced Evan. He stood there in front of him perplexed, staring at Evan.
"They are not needed, Evan. I only told Grant a lie so we could get him to come here. Without him, we wouldn't have ever been able to come back."
"Come back? I've never been here."
Peter looked at the ground. "Evan, I have work to do. I have to get something done on this island."
"What, Peter? What do you have to do here? This place is all but destroyed." Evan stood and panned around looking at the dense jungle around the two of them.
"Wait, wait. Stop… Evan, did you not see that thing back there? Were you not in the field with the rest of the group? That, back there? That was perfect evidence that this place is still very real." Peter bent down and grabbed his duffle bag. "I'm going to the heli-pad." He started to walk off, brushing past ferns and tramping through the mud. He turned his head back over his shoulder. "Well, Evan, are you coming?"
There was silence. Only the sound of the dense jungle wafted through the air. Birds chirping in the trees, low roars off in the distance. Evan stared at Peter, a blank expression on his face.
"No." Evan shook his head.
Peter stopped in his tracks. He rested his foot on a low tree root, and bent down. He wiped the sweat away with his hand.
"No?"
"Yeah, no."
Evan raised his head and bent down, grabbing his bag.
"I don't know what you have to do, or already have done, Peter; I don't think I really want to know. But I'm going back to help the others. I can't be with you on this one. I won't."
"Well if that's what you wish." Peter looked out towards the jungle, then back at Evan. He reached in his pocket.
"Evan." There was a pause, then he pulled out a folded up brochure. "Take a map."
Evan walked over to him and took the map.
"Thanks." The two men walked in opposite directions; Peter heading north and Evan heading south, back towards the group.
Evan walked down the narrow overgrown path that had been carved out by small animals; he pushed past giant ferns, and tracked over numerous footprints in the soil. He noticed one particular footprint. A three toed angled curve. Almost like a bird. 'Velociraptor,' he thought to himself. Up ahead he could see the shine from the low lying sun off to the west. He could see the field start to form. Then he saw it. Blue, moving amongst the tall grass. Evan headed to the tree line.
"Dr. Grant," he called out.
Out in the field, the group was gathering up the remaining bags.
"Dr, Grant."
Alan could hear his name being called. He walked around Billy and saw Evan walking up toward the group from the dense tree line.
"Mr. Klegg."
Alan met up with Evan. "Where's Mr. Ross?"
The rest of the group walked over to Alan.
"We'll, he left. He's heading up to the heli-pad about half-a-mile north. He said he was here to do something. That of which, I don' know. I didn't really want to know…"
Allan gazed at Evan, Sweat from the hot afternoon sun rolled down his temple. He wiped it away with his palm. Then he closed his eyes, and scratched his forehead.
"Mr. Klegg. Is this the first time Mr. Ross has been on this island?"
"Oh, no. Peter worked heavily with Henry Wu, on the genetics versions of the animals. He was stationed here during the construction of the park. I do believe he was here when you first came here. "
" really."
"Why do you ask Dr. Grant?"
"He worked in genetics… So he would know where all of the other embryos were stored? He would know how to access the parks systems to get anything that dealt with genetics?"
"Perhaps. But why would that matter?"
"Mr. Klegg… How many people have tried to steal these animals? If InGen couldn't get a live animal on Site B, then a second proposal would be to try to get an embryo back for research?
"That would make some sense. He oversaw the preparations for the Site B repossession in 97. However, I don't think InGen would try to resurrect Jurassic Park, or anything that deals with it."
"What about someone else?"
There was silence amongst the group.
"Well, I guess we won't know unless we find him."
"If we find him, before he gets eaten." Billy chimed in from behind Alan.
The group stood there on the far side of the field, the sun shone bright above, however, a thick dense cloud of fog started to conceal the sun's rays. Although, in the sun the temperature was over a hundred degrees, even with the fog, it was still was blistering hot.
"We better get moving Alan. With night coming, we don't want to be out in the open."
"Right Billy. Let's get a move on everyone."
"Damn leaves!"
Peter brushed past dense jungle following the small game path. Looking at the ma he saw that a service road would be up ahead. Stumbling over roots and rocks, Peter burst out of the jungle and onto an overgrown dirt road. He looked at the map.
"A quarter mile." He thought to himself.
The road ahead was overgrown with dense fens and mountain loral, a couple of trees had fallen into the road, from past storms that had blown over the island. Peter made his trek up the steep grade.
Then he saw it. Lush vines covered the grey gate leading pass the old electrified fences. Up ahead he could see the heli-pad. It looked almost just as did when he was first flown in twenty years past; just a bit more lush and run down.
The giant waterfall on the opposite side of the concrete still bust with water from the high points of the mountain, leading into a deep river below that ran alongside the concrete. The mountainous terrain surrounded the site. Tall pine trees mixed with low palm trees formed a semi layered forest line. Thriving ferns and giant amborie plants encased the outer ring of the landing pad. A small garage sat at the far end of the pads compound, sheltered by a procession of trees.
Walking up to the gate, he slid the large grey lock up and out of its notch, rust fell out over the steel bars of the gate.
There was a loud roar in the distance. Peter froze, listening carefully. After a moment of stillness he rushed up and across the heli-pad. On the far side of the pad were the two explores and the trailer. He rushed over to the cars and noticed that the chopper's crew already hooked up the trailer to one of the explorers'. He knew he had to take the other one.
There was a low rustle behind Peter. Turning around he looked out toward the jungle. Small trees started to shake. Peter rushed over the explorer and jumped in the front driver seat. He slammed the door shut behind him.
Curious at the sound of the door closing a small animal about seven feet tall hopped out of the foliage. Right afterward, a second, and then a third. By the time the last one exited the tree line, eight animals stood in front of Peter.
The animals stood at the front gate to the heli-pad. One on the far right lowered its head and charged at another. The two clashed together in a head but. Peter watched as the two animals collapse o the ground. The other six stood bobbing their heads up and down in contempt. Wallowing on the ground, one of the animals climbed up to its feet and stood over the other one in defeat. The group howled as Peter watched.
"I know these. What the hell. Ah, the field guide." Peter rummaged through the glove box and put in the codes for the from dash computer.
'Welcome to InGen's integrated Isla Nublar park system.' A women's voice came over the computer.
The main screen popped up on the screen.
ISLA NUBLAR VER. 1.0
TABLE OF CONTENTS
I. Field Preferences
II. Dinosaurs
III. Park Compounds
IV. Park Computer System Schedules
V. Travel Facts / Information
VI. Nurseries / Genetics
VII. Other Park Facts
VIII. FAQS
PLEASE ENTER VALUE: _______
Peter typed in II. A second box popped up on the computers screen.
TYRANNOSAURUS REX Carnivore Paddock Type = 2. Version 4.1
BARYONYX CP01. Quantity = 5. Version 3.3
PROCERATOSAURUS CP01. Quantity = 4. Version 3.1
METRIACANTHOSAURUS CP01. Quantity = 5. Version 3.1
VELOCIRAPTOR CP01. Quantity = 8. Version 3.0
DILOPHOSAURUS Carnivore Paddock Type 02. Quantity = 7. Version 4.3
HERRERASAURUS CP02. Quantity = 9. Version 2.9
STEGISAURUS CP02. Quantity = 32. Version 4.0
BRACHIOSAURUS Herbivore Paddock Type 01. Quantity = 17. Version 3.1
PARASAUROLOPHUS HP01. Quantity = 39. Version 3.9
GALLIMIMUS HP01. Quantity = 43. Version 4.1
TRICERATOPS Herbivore Paddock Type 02. Quantity = 8. Version 3.1
STEGOSAURUS HP02. Quantity = 4. Version 3.9
PTERANODON Pteratops Lodge Compound / Aviary Complex. Quantity = 6. Version 4.3
COMPSOGNATHUS Free Range Dinosaur. Quantity = 49. Version 3.9
"Shit it's not here. Hold on." Peter remembered these kinds of animals were not on the main tour or introduced into the parks enclosures. He looked up and out the windshield. He saw the animals looming around the concretes edge. Loud cries surrounded the group. Peter turned back to the computer and typed in VI. Another page showed up on the screen.
DIPLODOCUS CP02. Quantity = 4. Version 2.9
IGUANADON CP02. Quantity = 16. Version 4.0
ANKYLOSAURUS Herbivore Paddock Type 01. Quantity = 17. Version 3.1
PACHYCEPHALOSAURUS CP01. Quantity = 5. Version 3.1
SPINOSAURUS CA01. Quantity = 2. Version 3.9
PLESIOSAURUS HP01. Quantity = 7. Version 4.1
"There it is. Pachycephalosaurus. Bone heads if you ask me." He chuckled to himself. He clicked on the dinosaur's link and scanned the information. 'Pachey used for short…' As he read he noticed one piece of facts. He read; 'extremely aggressive, Use plenty of caution when present.'
"Extremely Aggressive." Peter looked at his watch. 'I gotta get out of here. Grant and the rest of the group will be here soon.' He thought to himself. 'Time to get out of here and to the labs.'
Peter tuned the key in the ignition. The engine turned over with a low hiss. The Pachey's heads started to turn one by one towards the explorer. Peter sat still in the driver seat; he held his breath as the Animals stared at him from across the heli-pad. He slowly bent his arm down and put the car in 4th gear. The gears made a loud crick. The Pachey's heads bobbed up and down at the sound. They twisted their heads from right to left listening. They started to move a few feet closer. Peter slowly took his foot of the brake. The explorer slowly crept forward. The animals stopped in their tracks. Slowly the car inched forward. All at once, facing the jeep, the Pachey's lowered their heads and snorted. The Pachey's started to churn the dirt with their hind legs; ready to charge. Snorts and snarls rang through the air. Seeing the sense of urgency Peter gunned the engine and speed right towards the row of animals.
"So, Ms. Hardle; you're a field tech for InGen?"
Alan led the group through the jungle, north towards the heli-pad. The group followed the overgrown dirt path up through the mountains.
Julia walked beside Alan. "You could say that. I've worked on the technological systems for InGen for fifteen years."
"She may be the tech person, but without me, there wouldn't even be a Jurassic Park. I'm the one Hammond personally came to for help with the specimens he used for this place." Maria chimed in from behind Julia.
"She's always bringing that up. I did this at the park, I did that…"
Alan walked on. "I don't know if I'd be proud to be part of this place Ms. Consuela." Alan said. "I think there are many better venues that you could have put your talents to, besides this place."
"Huh." Maria shrugged, and looked away out towards the south field.
"Mr. Grant. Alan. What are those?" Julia pointed out towards the river in the field. A group of tall animals stood at the base of the river. The majestic animals grazed on tall grass, and a group f them dipped their heads into the water to drink.
"Those are just Parasaurolophus. There harmless. They mostly just graze in the field and swim. Herbivores." Maria said from the back.
"Good. I've seen some of the big, meat eating ones. I'll just stick to the tech systems, if you don't mind."
"You okay back there Billy?"
"Yeah I'm good; so far. Are we almost there Allen? I'll feel a lot better when were in the cars, and not helpless out in the open."
"Mr. Klegg. Are we almost there?"
Evan pulled the park map out of his pants pocket and unfolded it. "We have about ¾ mile to a mile. Let's take a short break."
"Grab a drink everyone. This is not the place you want to get slowed down. Alan said.
"I hate bugs." Julia swatted her hand over her head. "Leave me alone."
"Believe me, Ms. Hardle, Bugs are the last thing you should worry about on this island. "Alan said.
Evan got to his feet. "Come on everyone let's get going. The sooner we can get to the trailer, the sooner we can get cleaned up and get our bearings together."
Snorts and growls rang through the air. Dirt blew up and over the concrete of the heli-pad as the Pachey's feet stomped the ground. Peter sat quietly behind the wheel, gazing across the pad to Pacheys. One after another the Pachey's legs started to scuff the concrete. They were gaining speed right towards Peter. He knew he had to act fast or chance being knocked off the concrete and straight down into the river.
Peter gunned the engine and sped straight toward the animals. Faster and faster, Peter gained speed. Bang! The Pachey leading the group hit the front bumper and fell to the right. Peter turned the wheel hard left and then right. He swerved in and out of the line of animals. The animals heads slamed into the front and side of the explore pushing it off course. The cars doors started to dent in, pushing Peter's legs to the center of the car.
Slam! The leading Pachey crashed its domed skull into the front of the driver's side door, ripping it off of the car. The car spun out violently revving in circles towards the far end of the concrete. The explorer stalled and shut off. A couple of the animals rushed over to the door, sniffing it and pushing it with their snouts giving it a thorough examination. Peter knew now was the time to escape. Four Pacheys stood opposite of him, they charged. Peter went to start the engine, but it wouldn't turn over. The animals grew closer and closer. Without the door in tack, Peter knew he would not survive a hit by the animals. Closer and closer the Pacheys ran, their heads bowed down, only fifty yards away from Peter. Peter frantically turned the key, the engine cranked.
"Come on. Come on!" He said to himself.
Ten yards away, aimed right for Peter, the Pachey's charged on. Rrrroooooommm. The engine revved to life. Peter slammed his foot on the gas. The explorer jolted forward. He sped out of the way just as the Pachey's rushed by the rear bumper. Peter sped on the outer surface of the heli-pad, hugging the cliff. He reached the gate and sped through it out onto the dirt road. The Pachey's pursued following the road behind the explorer. Peter shifted into fourth gear, speeding up the car. The Pachey's started to fall back. Peter looked in the rear mirror and saw the animals stop. They had given up.
Peter rushed on down the small overgrown path. Ferns brushed past him hitting him, without the door being present. The terrain was rocky, the car jolted up and down over roots and bushes. He looked at the map on the dashboard computer.
"Just a couple miles to the labs."
