Robert Muldoon knew he only had seconds left to make his decision after leaving Finn. But he trusted that the man would be intelligent enough to listen to his suggestions for how to deal with the situation. Personally, he doubted it very much but then again, this was a life or death situation. The Dilophosaur in the enclosed garage, with no doubt the security people who would be here any second now. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and he didn't want to be that close when it did. He exited via the security door, finding it was not locked. Perfect, he entered, and closed it behind him as he took a look around.
It led to a corridor in which snaked sideways and split into two. He could see there were some doors on the side, no doubt for several offices. He could already hear shouts and there was some kind of alarm blaring. Had there been a video feed from the garage? If so, whoever ran this place would know about the presence of intruders. Muldoon quickly ducked into one of the offices, seeing it was barely a walled in cubicle with a desk and a chair. But as he turned, he could see the security people already beginning to filter in. They single-mindedly ran to the garage, no one bothering to see if there was anything else to check.
Amateurs, Muldoon thought although he realized that this worked in his favor very much here. They would probably not be that long doing their sweep of the place, given that he saw about five or seven people in the group. Which meant that they might come back over here. Probably put the place in some kind of lockdown. He looked around, and noticed a ventilliation grate on the ceiling and had an idea. He took the cattle prod, and shocked the edges of the grate just enough to get it loose. Prying it open with a metal ruler he found on the desk, he threw it down to the ground. Stepping onto the desk, Muldoon climbed into the duct chute aand found it to be a snug fit.
But not he was situated to get somewhere without being detected. Muldoon began to crawl along, listening at each ventilliation grate to try and hear what they were saying. But particularly he wanted to get to the security office, see if the ducts went there, because otherwise he was unarmed. He'd have to borrow one in order to stand a chance here, he thought to himself. But he made his way through the hallway from above, and then over what appeared to be some kind of command center. There were people sitting at desks, staring at what appeared to be a long row of monitors. The screens faced away from him, but the technicians monitoring them seemed to be very absorbed, and were scribbling away on notepads about something.
Still no sign of any weapons, but he stood there for a while staring at the command center, if indeed it was one. He had a flashback to another like this, organized by a man with an impossible and improbable dream. He looked through the grates to see if there were any people who looked like they were busy, or could possibly be going anywhere. If so, that could very well be his first clue as to where to get to his objective in the armory. Naturally, he hadn't expected the alarm to be that difficult or on that scale, but he thought he could still manage. After all, he had gotten out of stickier situations before. That was a part of living dangerously, one that he had embraced a long time ago.
For now, he seemed like he could get this done, if only on some limited basis. Muldoon waited until the sounds of people running seemed to die away before moving again, but slower this time because he was over the control room. What was this place anyway? He thought to himself. Not that he didn't have some suspicion-he did but wasn't quite clear on the specifics yet. It seemed like it could be connected on a number of levels to what had happened with Finn's 'anamolies,' but he couldn't be sure. And until he could figure out what the hell was driving the dinosaurs here, he wouldn't leave ither. That was the other thing that was bothering him. The gaurds had seen the Dilophosaur, but had been shocked not because it existed…but because he had it.
He implicitly understood that was the reason he had been allowed to get this far, even as he crawled down the ventilation shaft. He kept peeking until he was absolutely certain that there was no one nearby. But unfortunately, it seemed he had crawled right past the security area. Oh well, maybe he could sneak his way back in somehow. But it didn't seem like it was going to be happening from the top anyhow. He loosened another piece of the grating, and leaped down, from his perch. Looking around, he noticed himself in a narrow hall, which seemed lined on one side with doors. Offices perhaps, but none of them seemed to imply anything about security, at least from what he could see. But he had to move fast again, so Muldoon found himself ducking into a corridor, and seeking to hide.
It was lighted from what he could see, and there were seemingly exhibits on either side. He didn't have that much time to look, but from what he could see there was something hauntingly familiar about them. They had adjacent labels on them, indicating what they were supposed to be or something. Muldoon moved quickly past them, as he made his way to through the hall. He was still trying to find his way into the security area, a single-minded purpose. He would need to arm himself before he attempted to find Finn, he supposed. No way of knowing how large this compound was, nor did he really want to find out, he thought. Right now, everything was focused entirely on his objective.
He was careful to step lightly, because he thought he could hear the faint echoeing of staff moving around somewhere. It was the corridors that made the sounds closer then they seemed, he supposed even as he moved through the exhibits. He noted that they seemed to be getting a bit more elaborate, some displays with greenery inside and such. Might be useful for hiding if it came to that. Although there didn't seem to be any threat of anyone showing up yet. He didn't know who these people were, but he thought he might have an idea. If true, this meant that they couldn't be dealt with in a normal, rational way…
Although it was clear what this place was…this structure seemed to be composed of narrow hallways that angled around. It was large enough that the angles were barely perceivable, but still there… He shook himself out of his distraction as he heard a sound of footsteps, thinking quickly, he dove into a clump of ferns that composed a display. Muldoon stayed absolutely still, as the footsteps grew closer. It seemed an eternity before they came closer, and he saw a security officer engrossed in talking on his radio. Muldoon tensed up, getting his cattle prod ready as he waited for a pause. If he interrupted the man mid-conversation it would be telling that some interruption had stopped him. He had to get the moment just right…he thought this would be as good a chance as any really. The man paused just as he passed, but then Muldoon realized there was another man with him.
He frowned, seeing the wide brimmed hat first from his cover in the foliage. Then there was some distinctiveness about his features, that they were somehow recognizable. He was not in the uniform that the gaurds were wearing… He couldn't put his finger around it, but instinctively, he bated his breath as he considered the cattle prod. It seemed that there might be something lacking here. But then the other man stopped too, slowing behind the security guard. Right in front of the display… his instincts were good, Muldoon thought mentally. Whether he could use them well was another matter, he considered as well. Right now it was still up in the air how it was going to play out. Because the security guard was turning, as he saw the man he was escorting had slowed.
The man was approaching the display, and Muldoon realized something, the man's eyes had that glint in them that he recognized. A practiced stare he thought…he tensed up, and noticed as the security man moved in closer, to try and see what was there. Muldoon turned on the prod, and there was a sudden buzzing sound. The security man stepped back, his hand now on his hip to reach for his radio. But too slow, Muldoon was already in action. He launched himself forward, aiming for the frontal lobe with the prod. The security man never had a chance, as the prod hit him on sternum, and he fell backwards stunned. Muldoon stepped forward, and then felt his hand sting as it was struck from the back.
It was expected really, as he thought. Muldoon twisted his leg sideways in order to maintain his balance before his momentum was thrown off though. The man quickly grabbed his arm, and twisted it to the side, attempting to leverage him. Muldoon didn't fight it, but instead used the terrain of the display to his advantage. Purposely slipping, he grunted as his arm was further wrenched back, but it allowed him to reach the rail. Gripping it, he kicked up, at the area just above the knee, and the man let go of his grip but with no cry of pain. Muldoon took the opportunity to leap over the railing again, as he assumed a stance with his opponent. Now was the time for games to be over. He was properly pissed now, and ready.
He feinted a right swing, but the man dodged easily, almost as if he had been expecting it. A hand on his shoulder, and then he felt an uppercut connect to his stomach. Muldoon groaned, as he quickly attempted a kick, but only got part of the lower leg. The man barely flinched, instead punching him right at the shoulder. Not trained or anything just…almost as if the man had spent a lifetime knowing where someone's weekpoints were. But Muldoon had been in more then his fair share of barroom brawls, and he knew that just because your opponent got lucky a few times didn't mean it was all over. Far from it actually. Just meant he would have to shift his tactics after all.
The man stared at him, shifting his weight to attempt to prevent his escape. But Muldoon wasn't concerned about that, not now at least. What he was worried about was something else entirely. He feinted again, this time with the right hand and the man attempted to block, but Muldoon realized that his weight had shifted to the other side. Which gave him an opportunity. He stomped suddenly on the man's foot, not waiting for a reaction. Then he connected with a solid punch to the chest, causing the man to step back. And then finally another one to the face. But he was too slow, because he felt the man twist his body and step to the side. He gave a cry of pain as his arm was bent again, twisted up to force him to bend over.
The knee to his stomach was bad enough, but he grunted as he kicked out, catching the man's leg around. Levereging this small bit, he managed to twist himself free, and grabbed the man's arms from behind. Muldoon had him in a headlock now, and the hat swooped to the ground, coming to rest in front of the display. He stepped back, swinging the man trying to disorient him. He felt several elbows to his side, and winced In pain. "Who the hell are you?" He snapped, in frustration as he tried to shake off the urge to let go of his grip. It seemed like it would be hard as hell but then again… the man wasn't struggling.
And then Muldoon wondered why for half a second before he heard it too. The familiar clicking sound of a gun's hammer being pulled back. He loosened his grip, and looked around, seeing security gaurds blocking both ends of the hallway, their guns drawn. No getting out of this one now, he supposed as he raised his hands in the air. He could hear the sound of footsteps as more gaurds came. But at the same time, the crowd seemed to be parting for something, someone. Muldoon didn't pay attention though, because he was absorbed in the other man as he stood up. He didn't get up immediately, lingering instead to pick up the floor. As he put it on, he turned to face Muldoon, the two men scrutinizing each other. Then…recognition at the same time, although Muldoon had somewhat expected this.
The man's face was familiar to him, although only by hearsay around the campfires in Kenya. He squinted, as he took a look at how the man was dressed. Khakis, boots…even a wide brimmed hat. The way the man carried himself as he stepped to the side…Robert Muldoon was certain he knew who this man was. And he could see by the way the stranger was staring, that the recognition was mutual, that was to say, that they both had an inkling of who the other was, and why that might be important in the long run. But then his attention was distracted again, as the gaurds parted and a voice behind him. "I hope you weren't unduly disrupted by the disturbance Mr. Tembo?" Muldoon's didn't recognize the voice, although he turned and saw a bearded middle-aged man approaching them.
Tembo…it made sense. The predator of the savannah. A thousand campfire stories telling how he was like a firing squad for the prey. Only one small detail made the man come out of the myth. "And who do we have here?" Muldoon turned around, his arms still up, the cattle prod falling to the floor. He felt himself grabbed by security, as they patted him down to make sure he didn't have any more weapons. Their search was futile, for he had no weapons. Bearded man registered some level of surprise, but not that much as he saw who it was. "Ah, I see its one of our little guests…but you seem to have picked an odd time to join the party…Robert Muldoon."
Muldoon smirked, so now they all knew each others names. "So do I get an introduction of your name too?" He asked sarcastically. But the man ignored him, and turned to face Tembo. Muldoon felt the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out how Tembo would be involved. After all….he looked around and saw the name on the arch over the doorway. "You did it…you son of a bitch you did it." Because he suddenly realized why Tembo was there, and who the man in front of him must be as well. Not only had this whole thing got a lot hotter, but for the first time…Muldoon felt himself feel fear. What had he gotten himself wrapped into?
Rossiter was standing in the center of the hallway, the words "Jurassic World: Hallway 2-a" Were emblazoned on the arch. Muldoon suddenly had clarity, and it was like everything made some sort of sense. "Well since you were so kind to join us…why don't we give you the tour?" Rossiter said, as he indicated for Muldoon to join them. Muldoon couldn't think of a thing to do besides walk, and