Chapter 10: New Identities

Bar

Benji Madison slowly walked through the doors of the Hollander Bar. He hadn't been there in years. Benji used to come here because the bartender never actually checked for Id. Benji looked across the counter. The same old bartender from twenty years ago was still serving alcohol.

Benji adjusted the hoodie as he sat down to make sure his face was hidden from anyone's view as he ordered a beer. It didn't work. Someone from a table walked over to the bar. "Hey," he began. "Aren't you Benji Madison? Shouldn't you be at the governor's mansion?"

Benji looked up slowly. The man was chubby and fairly tall. He also didn't seem to have brush his hair once in his life. "No," Benji replied, "but I get that a lot. Name's Dylan."

"Stan," the other man introduced himself as he extended his hand. "So, what brings you over here in the midst of all this chaos."

"It's all this chaos that brought me here," Benji explained. "I used to come here as a teen to get rid of all me pain. I stopped coming after I learned that drinking would ruin my new job. Well, it's that job that's got me here and I wouldn't have to have worried about it of Stephanie Maximoff hadn't entered that bank."

"Her kidnapping ruined you?" Stan asked. "Then we have something in common. You see, this morning I was a security guard at the bank. Once the robbers came in, I charged at them. Just as I was about to attack Dalton, the other guy knocked me out with his gun. I was unconscious until they pushed all of the hostages out. Once the crisis was over, I was fired for trying to stop the robbers myself. I was being a hero and I got fired for it!"

"Sounds to me that you want revenge," Benji said. "As a matter of fact, it sounds to me that you want to rob that bank yourself just to prove a point."

"Not good enough," Stan replied. "I've got to go bigger. I gotta rob the main office."

Benji remained silent in shock. Finally, he responded. "You know what Stan, you have a point. How would you like an accomplice in your little escapade?"

"You serious?" Stan asked. Benji nodded. "Great. Once we pick up two other guys, who also got fired to going against the rules of a hostage situation, we'll pay my old boss a visit." Stan finished off his beer before leading Benji into his car.

Trailer

Stephanie Maximoff wasn't exactly sure what she had heard. She though she heard that her rescuer was none other than a government conspirator hired by Henry Gibson the year prior, the very person who started the domino effect hat caused all of the problems one year ago.

"Stephanie," he said as he propped Lance against the wall and pulled out a roll of duct tape from the cupboard. "This would go a lot faster if you helped." Stephanie nodded and silently took another roll of duct tape and placed it over Lance's mouth. Scott carefully tied Lance's arm onto the pipe using almost the entire roll of tape.

"Let's go," Scott ordered as he stood up. Stephanie remained on the ground. "Okay, it would appear that you're not exactly grasping the escape concept. You see, it helps when the escapee is cooperating with her rescuer. Now let's try this again. Let's go."

Stephanie stood up and followed Scott through the middle compartment and into the first compartment. "Dalton," Scott spoke up. "Lance decided to go find the girls and drop the governor to me, so I guess I'll be taking the governor down to the lake."

Dalton spun around and stared into Scott's eyes as if trying to figure out if he were lying or not, as if Scott had trouble with lying in the past. "Lance felt that it was worth to get up off his computer to go find two girls that he really doesn't care for?"

"More than giving a tour to a governor he really doesn't care for," Scott shot back. "Now, I have a tour to give so if you done grilling me, can I go?"

"Yeah," Dalton replied. "You can go." Dalton turned back around as Scott and Stephanie slowly exited outside. The duo continued to walk in silence until they were a good distance away from the trailer.

"So," Stephanie finally said. "From what Dimitri tells me, you're the person to with the plan. So, what's the plan?"

"I don't have one," Scott replied bluntly, "but I'm also a make it up as I go kind of guy. Once we're a good distance away, we'll find someway to contact Costa Rica. There, you can use your super governor powers to get yourself back to Maryland and I use my computer hacking powers to disappear as I did a year ago."

Stephanie only sighed. "Dalton is no idiot," Stephanie pointed out. "He's going to find out that Lance is tied up in the conservatory and he's going to start and all out search for us and it would appear to me that he's not going to give up very easily."

I'm sure that he's nothing to worry about," Scott explained. "For now, we should just find somewhere to lay low until Dalton gives up." Scott stopped walking and began to look around. Finally, he pointed to a fairly far away hill. "We should be able to see a good hiding place from up there." Scott and Stephanie resumed walking.

Van

Eddie sat silently in the unmarked black van parked along the curb along side other FBI agents as he watched Kyle Norvell walk down the street. As all Thursday, Kyle told his friends that he would meet them at the Burger King down the road. Kyle always skipped school on Thursday and his father never did anything about it, even though he was the history teacher at the school.

Eddie had done the plan many times before and he was sure it would go down without a hitch. Eddie ordered the driver to pull around back of the Burger King just as Kyle entered the front door and sat down to await his friends. Eddie, meanwhile, exited the van and entered through the back door that led into the kitchen.

Eddie glanced at the camera, knowing that it was off. He glanced at his watch and began to count down silently from five. Right on time, three armed gunmen entered the Burger King and began to fire into the air rapidly.

Kyle ducked down under the table as the first gunman yelled, "Okay! You know the drill. I want money in the bag right now!" Eddie stayed quietly in the back of the kitchen he once again began to count backwards from five. Five seconds later, the Burger King was surrounded with police cars.

"Police," the second gunman said. "We should show them how serious we are." The third gunman nodded in agreement as he pulled Kyle out from under the table. Kyle squirmed, but was powerless as the gunman dragged him into the kitchen. Kyle closed his eyes as the gunman dropped him.

"Hello, Kyle," came a familiar voice. Kyle opened his eyes to see Eddie Harold standing over him. "Next time you decide to lie tome about you mother, make sure it's something like her age." Eddie and the third gunman pulled Kyle up and dragged him into the black van. The gunman closed the door and retuned to the Burger King, firing two shots into the ground to make it sound as if he had shot Kyle.

Eddie turned to Kyle, who was still in shocked into silence. "In case you didn't realize it, you're under arrest. I'm going to take you back to headquarters where you're going to help me catch your mother, whether you like it or not."

Boat

"Sure," Andrew Rayburn told himself as he continued to walk back and forth in the room. "I know that Erik and Darren don't exactly know my skills, but once Dimitri explains my importance, they'll come right back for me. I know it."

Andrew tried to ram the door down, but it remained well barricaded. He never was able to bench press more than one hundred pounds anyways. Andrew resumed walking back and forth, looking around the room for anything that would help him escape, but the only thing in the room besides him was the bed.

Andrew groaned as he plopped down on the bed. He had given up on all hopes of escaping. He knew that he wouldn't be getting out of the room without outside help. Andrew closed his eyes in hopes of getting some sleep, but a loud noise coming from outside interrupted him.

Andrew hopped back up and put his ear on the door. Light tapping sounds came from the outside. Andrew began to breathe heavily as the tapping became louder. Suddenly, another loud bang came. The chair that was barricading the door was no longer there.

"Darren?" Andrew called. "Dimitri? Erik?" There was no answer. Andrew slowly stepped away from the door as the doorknob slowly began to turn. Finally, the door popped open. There was no one there. Andrew pocked his head out the door, only to be instantly charged at by a raptor to his left.

Andrew managed to squirm back into the room and close the door. Andrew held his back against the door as the raptor began to charge. Andrew then noticed a knife resting under the bed. He slid down and tried to reach it with his foot, but it was just out of his reach. He continued to try and reach it until the raptor stopped charging. Andrew took his chance and dove for the knife. At the same moment, the raptor hopped inside. Andrew managed to roll behind him and stab the raptor in the foot, impaling him to the ground.

The raptor began to scream in anguish and Andrew stood back up and ran outside, remembering to barricade the door before dashing off of the boat. "Okay," Andrew told himself. "That raptor won't stay impaled forever. The best thing you can do is find Dimitri and the others." Andrew took another deep breath before walking down the path, not realizing that he had no idea where he was going.

Piper's Apartment

Piper Norvell found the view from her fourth floor balcony relaxing. It extended over much of Washington D.C. and even included parts of New Jersey. Piper continued to watch the relaxing scene in front of her until her phone began to ring. "Blake," Piper began. "Any new information?"

"Unfortunately I do," Blake explained. "There was a robbery at the Burger King your son went to. I can't say for sure, but it looks like he may have been killed."

Piper froze in shock. Finally, she managed to ask, "Did you get the security footage?"

"Kind of," Blake explained. "I got the two camera footages from the front of the building and the parking lot out front, but the camera in the kitchen was inexplicably cut off during the robbery. I'll send you the other two anyways."

Blake and Piper hung up their cell phones as Piper slid back into her apartment and opened her laptop. As promised, Blake sent over the footages. Piper began to see what had gone down. Just as the robbers had entered, police swarmed the building. In response, one of the gunmen took Kyle to the kitchen where tow gunshots were heard.

Piper rewound the tape and played it again. "How did the police get there so fast? They must have been waiting around the corner of something." Piper changed to the camera from the parking lot. The only thing Piper saw was the police cars driving up to the building and the police officers coming out of their cars with their guns ready.

Just as Piper was about to change back to the other camera, a message popped up. Piper had an incoming e-mail. Piper sighed and clicked on it.

Piper Norvell:

As of now, the mission is going well. I guarantee you that Noah's Tablet will be in your grasp with the day. And I hope that you keep you end of the deal and keep Isla Sorna alive, even if you have to kill the damn dinosaurs to do it.

Yours Truly,

Dalton Furrelle