Chapter 12: My Immortal Memories

Interrogation Room

Dana walked down the dark hallway tat lead to the interrogation room. Two other FBI agents stood at the doorway as another one sat in silence with Kyle Norvell. Dana simply walked passed the two FBI agents at the door and entered to room.

"Agent Tomlinson," the FBI agent sitting across from Kyle said nonchalantly. "I haven't gotten any information regarding Piper from the kid and she hasn't made any attempt at reaching him."

Kyle smirked devilishly as the agent spoke. "That's all right," Dana replied. Dana's response immediately wiped the smile off of Kyle's face. "Eddie's working of Piper. There's something else we need the kid for."

The other agent shrugged, but it was obvious he really didn't care. He left the room as Dana sat down. Dana instantly tossed Kyle a Rubik's cube. "In case you haven't noticed, Eddie Harold is interested in how your mind works, more importantly if it can be used for evil, and if your mother has the same intelligence. So, if you don't mind-" Dana abruptly stopped as the Rubik's cube came sliding across the table. It was done before Dana even turned on her stopwatch.

"I can make this fast for both of us," Kyle suggested. "My intelligence is so high that no IQ test will be able to measure it. So, why not just make this simple on both of us and just write down something like 'immeasurable'. How about that?"

"No," Dana shot back. "Mainly because it appears that the IQ test bothers you, and I like to make it my business to ruin yours." Dana took a packet of papers out of her briefcase and slid it over to Kyle.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," Dana informed Kyle. "I should hope that you should have the test done by then." Dana stepped out of the room and turned to one of the FBI agents standing next to the door. "If Kyle winds up getting more than three-fourths of the questions right, I want you to give him the B test. If not, give him the A one. I want you to continue that pattern through all seven tests.

The agent nodded in agreement just before the sound of Kyle pounding on the door filled the hallway. Dana sighed and opened the door. "Done," he said pridefully. Dana took the test from him and handed it to the agent standing next to her. The agent looked over the test. "Agent Tomlinson," he said. "They're all right. I can't be sure until I actually check it, but it looks light a perfect score."

Dana glanced at Kyle, who was smiling ear to ear in pride. Dana began to walk back own the hallway. She took out her cell phone and called Eddie. "Looks like you were right," she said. "Kyle Norvell is a genius. I mean we could be talking two-hundred at least."

"Good," Eddie replied. "I'm only minutes away from reaching Ramon Avila's house."

Trailer

It hadn't been long since the girls had left to find the traitorous Scott Green and Stephanie Maximoff. Dalton had not once taken his eyes off of Lance. Finally, Lance began to show signs of life. He began to groan and move his arms a little.

Dalton waited a couple more seconds until Lance began to sit up. Dalton walked over and pulled Lance's head up by his hair. "Had a good nap?"

"Okay," Lance begged. "I can see that you're upset. I would be too if I was in your predicament, but I can assure you that I can find Scott and bring him back here myself."

"No need," Dalton explained, still grasping on to Lance's hair. "Since you looked so peaceful sleeping here, I decided to let Morgan and Hannah go find him. I have a different job for you. If the governor if exposed to the darker side of Isla Sorna, it'll be harder to convince her otherwise."

"I don't follow," Lance replied, wincing from pain.

Dalton slowly let go of Lance's hair before walking over to the door. "You almost ruined my chances to the bank, you ignored my direct order, and you let Scott Green get the jump on you."

"I don't get it."

"I neither need you here nor want you here," Dalton replied coldly. Lance gave a low gasp n shock. Dalton continued. "I'm not the murderous type, so I'll give you a chance to leave. I still need the helicopter, so I want you to take a boat about a mile south from here. Take it to Costa Rica. From there you can go back to New Mexico and we can forget this ever happen."

"You know I can't do that," Lance explained. "I robbed a bank. I'm a wanted fugitive. I can't go back to the United States again."

"Then learn Spanish," Dalton suggested. "You can live a fine life in Costa Rica." Lance couldn't believe he got fired. He was speechless. Lance sighed as he picked up his book and exited the trailer. Dalton stood at the doorway and watched as Lance walked off across the field and into the trees.

Dalton sighed uncomfortably before returning inside and closing the door behind him. "If the girls don't find the governor, I'll have to go to Plan B to keep the island alive." Dalton walked over to the middle compartment and began to type on the computer.

Piper, I lost the governor. I'm willing to get you Noah's Tablet, but I need to know more about it in order to find it.

Dalton Furrelle

Dalton sent the e-mail and stood up. He took another deep breathe before walking over to the wall. He checked himself in the mirror. He had bas under his eyes from lack of sleep and his hair had become unruly.

Dalton one final deep breathe before pulling his fist back and launching a punch at the mirror. The mirror instantly shattered and glass pieces flew everywhere. Dalton ignored the cuts on his hands as he picked up a locket off the table and left the trailer.

Bank Home Office

Benji stared out the window of the Chevy Trailblazer as Stan pulled up to the bank home office's parking lot. There was one other former security guard with them who had only identified himself as Bishop.

Bishop was a burly man with a think beard and muscles on his muscles. He didn't talk much, but his voice was scratchy. Bishop was the first to step out and Stan soon followed. Benji was hesitant in joining them.

"We ready?" Stan asked. Bishop nodded eagerly and Benji's head bobbed in moderate agreement. Stan failed to notice Benji's lack of enthusiasm as he began to walk towards the entrance. Stan and Bishop kicked the door open and began to fie their guns into the air, mirroring the DLA's entrance almost exactly.

Chaos soon ensued in the office building. "Shut up!" Bishop ordered. The building quickly quieted down.

"Okay," Stan began. "Now that I have your attention, I'd like al of you to know why I've come here today. My name is Stan Libowitz. Earlier today I had a job. Does anyone want to know what that job was?" No one spoke up. "I'll tell you. I was a security guard at the bank, which was robbed earlier today. I, along with my associates, we ripped out of a job because we were trying to be heroes. Does anyone think that's fair?" Still, no one answered.

Stan continued his meaningless tirade as Bishop walked around making sure everyone was laying on the ground at that no one was trying to call for help. Benji hadn't left the doorway since he entered. About a minute passed and it would seem that Stan had finished his speech. He hadn't he had only paused to get a drink of water.

Just as Stan was about to continue, Benji left the doorway and approached the front counter. "Secretary, he said in the nicest voice he could. "Turn the television volume up." The secretary was confused with the order, but stood up and put the volume up without question. Bishop and Stan stood confused.

There was an anchorwoman in a newsroom with the words "Breaking News" written under her on the screen. "We bring you breaking news. An incident at the Hollander Bar has the entire state in outrage. Channel 12's Molly Long is first on the scene."

The camera switched to a live feed outside the Hollander Bar. "Only a few minutes ago, an fight broke out that left one teenager hospitalized. What makes this incident special is that the victim is eighteen-year-old Max Gibson, son of the late former governor Henry Gibson. Max was instantly rushed to St. Virgil's Hospital. Witnesses say that Max was searching for Acting Governor Benji Madison. Witnesses say that a man resembling the acting governor was seen at the bar only minutes before Max came in. Benji Madison is said to have left in a disappointed mood with another patron named Stan Libowitz, who was prone to violent behavior and has had previous run-ins with the law."

"Max," Benji whispered. Stan was getting infuriated and instantly shot three bullets into the television. Benji reacted solely on instinct as he put his gun to Stan's head. Bishop responded by putting his gun to Benji's head.

"Does Bishop have his gun to my head?" Benji asked sarcastically. "Yes, I believe he does. I guess I'll have to do something about that." Benji let go of his gun and instantly dropped down. Before Bishop could react, Benji grabbed his legs and managed to pull him of his feet while simultaneously kicking Stan in the legs, causing him to fall over as well.

Stan knocked his head directly on the wall. He was unconscious. Bishop wasn't and immediately hopped to his feet. Benji did the same. Neither of the men had guns in their hands. Both were eying the one between them. Benji made the first move, but was knocked to the ground by Bishop. Bishop grabbed the gun and pointed it at Benji. Benji stared at the gun as Bishop cocked it. Bishop didn't get a chance to use it. An employee came from behind and knocked him over the head with a chair.

Both robbers were unconscious. "I pressed the silent alarm," the secretary confessed. The police will be here soon. You should leave."

"Yeah," Benji agreed. "I have a hospital to get to."

Trail

Andrew Rayburn was still lost. He had no idea where he was going ever since he left the boat. "Okay Andrew," he told himself, "You made the right decision. The velociraptor was going to kill you. I'm sure that even the great Alan Grant would have done the same. I have nothing to be sorry about. As a matter of fact, I'm sure someone's out there looking for me right now."

Andrew didn't believe a word he had just told himself. Regardless, he had no choice but to keep wandering through the trees. Andrew climbed between two trees, cutting his arm on a branch as he did. Andrew tried to ignore it, but the blood was hard to ignore.

Andrew heard trees rustling. He stopped moving, hoping that the sound had come from him. It didn't. The noise grew louder and had become faster. Andrew was frozen in fright as the noises came closer. Andrew prepared for the worst.

"Don't move!"

Andrew slowly opened his eyes. Morgan Bruer was standing n front of him, pointing her gun at him. Andrew let out his held breath. "I said don't move!" she repeated. Andrew instantly froze. "If you want to live, I want you to do exactly as I say."

"Aw man," Andrew whispered to himself. "She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me."

"Okay," Morgan continued. "When I give you the signal, I want you to drop to the ground as fast as you can. Okay?"

"Okay." Andrew thought it was odd request, but he wasn't in a position to question it. "Wait a minute," Andrew called. "What's the signal?" Morgan didn't respond. "You didn't give me signal! How am I supposed to know to drop down if you didn't give me the signal? I can't do what you want me to do if-"

"Now!" Andrew shut up and hit the ground. Morgan immediately fired three shots over Andrew's head. Andrew heard deep shrills and turned over. I bleeding dilophosaur stood behind him in pain before retreating into the trees.

Andrew was speechless. Morgan pocketed the gun and pulled Andrew to his feet. "You scared me!" Andrew yelled. "I thought you were going to kill me!"

"I know," Morgan replied. "I needed you to think that so you'd start screaming so I could pull the dilophosaur out of hiding."

Andrew was shocked. "That was mean. If that dinosaur did something you didn't expect, I'd be chow by now. By the way, who are you?"

"Morgan Bruer," she replied. "I'm on Dalton Furrelle's team. Whose team are you on?"

Andrew was initially confused by her question, but it wasn't long until he understood why she had asked it. He was still wearing the camouflage worn by DLA members. "Adam Baylin's team," Andrew lied. "Yeah, that's right. Baylin. He landed on the island about half an hour ago. He's been trying to get in contact with Dalton since he landed, but it wasn't working, so he sent me."

"Baylin," Morgan repeated. Sweat dripped down Andrew neck. He was hoping that Morgan wouldn't catch him on the bluff. "Baylin. Can't say I've heard of him, but it's not like I make it my job to known everyone in the DLA. Why'd you come down here? Piper didn't think we could get the job done?"

"Piper? Yes. Piper. That's it. Piper sent us. She wants to make sure that she didn't send the wrong team."

Morgan stood in silence for a few seconds. "Fair enough. I'm supposed to be looking for this guy Scott Green, but I honestly don't care. Come on. Take me over to your trailer."

"Uhhh," Andrew stalled, "I can't do that. You see Adam doesn't want me to return without a status report from Dalton. He also wants me to keep an eye on you guys for a couple of hours and report to him with what I find and he'll report it directly to Piper."

"That's stupid," Morgan shot back, "but to each his own I guess. Let's go." Morgan took the lead as Andrew followed. He hadn't realized how deep a lie he had just gotten himself into.

Hill

Stephanie and Scott had finally reached the tall hill. Stephanie was worn out after all of the walking, but Scott was fully energized. Scott looked around for a good place to hide out. "Have I told you that I don't like this plan?" Stephanie chastised.

"Yes Madam Governor," Scott replied sarcastically. "I'm very much aware of your distaste towards my plan. With all due respect, which right now isn't all that much, I didn't think I would need a plan. I expected Marines to be storming the island by now. Did you do something to piss off the army?"

"I did no such thing," Stephanie assured him. "My lieutenant governor-"

"Benji Madison," Scott interrupted.

"Yes," Stephanie agreed. "Benji Madison. He has his hands full with the governor's position and I'd assume that the amount of chaos has flooded him. While I'm sure he's puling out all the stops to get me back, he has other things to deal with as well. We'll be rescued eventually."

"Yeah," Scott said, "we just have to find someplace to hide from the DLA, not to mention the dinosaurs, until they do come." Scott looked for a few more seconds. "And I think I just found a place." Scott pointed down towards what appeared to be an assembly building.

Scott stretched his arms before beginning to walk down the hill. Stephanie soon followed, but something quickly caught her eye. Stephanie stopped walking. "Scott," she called over to him. "We might want to make a little detour." Scott approached Stephanie and was soon seeing what Stephanie was seeing. Dalton Furrelle was walking calmly over to a cliff overlooking a field of grazing stegosaurs.

Scott and Stephanie gave each other looks. They were both thinking they same thing. The duo quickly began to follow Dalton. Dalton arrived at the end of the cliff while Stephanie and Scott hid carefully behind a group of trees.

"Michelle," Dalton mumbled. The name was painful for Dalton to say. "Michelle. If I don't get the governor back, I've lost all hope of preserving your memory. I don't want to forget you, but need to keep Isla Sorna alive. This island is the only thing I have left of you. If I don't find Stephanie Maximoff soon, I've lost you. I need your help in finding her. I don't care if I have to kill every dinosaur on this island to find her, I will find her and I will get her to sign off on the islands. I guarantee it."

Dalton took a deep breathe before wiping a tear off of his cheek. Dalton turned around and began to walk back to the trailer. "Dalton Furrelle doesn't care about the dinosaurs," Stephanie said. "He just wants the island."

"As touching as Dalton's reasoning is," Scott began, "he won't hesitate to kill you if he thinks there's no hope in getting you to change your mind. We have to get you out of here." Scott and Stephanie resumed their walk towards the assembly building while Stephanie glanced at Dalton as he walked into a group of trees.