Jurassic Park does not belong to me, nor does the Tf2 works. Thought you probably knew that.
Hammond's Mansion
"You were right, and I was wrong there, did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing? Thank God for sure B."
Ian Malcolm, the man who survived the events of Jurassic Park, had gotten an invitation and was currently having a conversation with the former CEO of InGen. He gave Hammond a strange look. "Pardon...site B?" He asked, he had a feeling in his stomach that he wasn't going to like the answer from the CEO of InGen.
Hammond smiled a bit. "Isla Nublar was just a showroom, Something for the tourist" he explained, "Site B was the factory Floor. That was on Isla Sorna, 80 miles from Nublar" He jerked himself forward a bit, sitting up. "We kept the animals there and nurtured them for a few months and than moved them into the park"
"Oh really?" Malcolm said, a little bit intrigued. "I did not know that" he admitted, moving towards the bed with a raised eyebrow.
"Now," Hammond continued. "After the accident in the park, Hurricane Clarissa wiped out our facility on Site B. Call it a act of God" he chuckled a bit to himself. "We had to evacuate, and of course the animals were released to mature on their own" Ian scrunched up his face a bit as he listened. ""Life will find a way" As you so once eloquently put it. And by now we have a complete ecological system on the island, with dozens of species living on their own in social groups without fences, without boundaries, without constraining technology and for four long years" he pointed down at the bed three times. "I've tried to keep it safe from human interference"
Malcolm took all that in before responding. "Well, that's right, that's right" he said slowly and uncertain. "I mean, hopefully you've kept this island quarantined and uh...contained" he said, making a few hand gestures. "But I'm in shock about all this. I mean, that they're still alive" he admitted. "You bred them lysine-deficient right? Shouldn't they have kicked after seven days without supplemental enzymes?"
Hammond let out a breathy, excited laugh. "Yes! But, by God they're flourishing!" He replied. "That's one of a thousand questions I want the team to answer"
"Sorry," Malcolm raised his eyebrows again. "Team?" He questioned, what was John talking about, he was still confused on the second island full of dinosaurs.
"Yes" Hammond responded. "A team" He began to stand up with a grunt. "I organized an expedition to go in and--" Ian helped him stand up. "--Thank you. and document them" he finished. Making his way over to his desk, grabbing his walking cane. "To make the most spectacular living fossil record the world's ever seen"
"Wait a minute, like as in go in and document? With people?"
"Yes" Hammond said, putting a hand on his desk. "The animals won't even know they're there" he smiled a bit. "Very low impact. Strictly observation and documentation." He walked around the desk and tapped a key on the keyboard at his computer. "And our satellite infrareds show.." A beep form the computer, on the screen it went through different creatures on the island. "That the animals are fiercely territorial" he motioned to a spot on the map. "The carnivores are isolated in the interior of the island, so the team can stay on the outer ring." He noticed the concern look on Malcolms face and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry. I'm not making the same mistakes again Ian"
Malcolm cleared his throat. "Well no. You're making-- you're making all new ones" he was put off by the other man's excitement, he rubbed his face and let out a stressful chuckle. "Uh, John wh--" he stuttered a bit. "Okay, so there's another island with dinosaurs-- with no fences this time and you ...you send- you wanna send people in, very few people at that" he started making hand gestures. "On the ground, right?"
"Right"
Malcolm put his hands together. "And who are these lunatics you're trying to con into this?"
"Well," Hammond began. "It was difficult to convince them as to what they were going to see, and in the end I had to use my checkbook to get them there" he explained. "But uh, there's Nick Owen, he's a video Documentarian" he grabbed a couple files, handing them to Ian one by one. "Annnd Eddie Car, who's a field equipment expert, uh we have our Paleontologist and I was hoping that perhaps you might be the eighth." Who were the other four though? Ian shook his head, looking at Hammond like he had two heads, Hammond took Malcolm by the arm and walked with him a bit. "Now look, We've been on the verge of chapter 11 ever since that accident in the park, and there are those in the company that wanted to exploit site B in order to bail us out." He glanced at Ian. "They've been planning it for years, and I've been able to stop them up until now"
"Until now?"
"Yes." He paused for a moment. "A few weeks ago, a British family on a yacht cruise stumbled across the island and their wee girl was injured." Ian looked like he was about to say something about that but Hammond held up his hand. "Oh, she's fine, she's fine" he reassured him. "But uh, the board has used the incident to take control of InGen from me. And now it's only a matter of time before this" he tossed the files onto the bed after he had taken them back from Ian. "Lost world is found and pillaged." He looked conflicted at that moment. "Public opinion is the one thing I can use to preserve it. But in order to rally that kind of support, I need a complete photo record of those animals alive, and in their natural habitat"
Ian took a deep breath, watching Hammond for a moment before crossing his arms. "So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years? That's...that's something" he admitted, than walked over when John motioned him to come.
"It's out last chance Dr. Malcolm" Hammond said to him, he looked desperate at this point, he patted Malcom on the sides. "At redemption" he grabbed Ian's hand.
"John," Ian started, lifting his hand a bit. "No." He stated firmly, shaking his head. Hammond looked a bit surprised. "Of course, uh, no. And I'm gonna contact the other members of your team, and I'm gonna stop them from going" he turned and walked over to the phone. "Who's the paleontologist by the way?"
Hammond stuttered a bit, holding up two fingers as he spoke. "She-she came to me, I want you to know this" he told him, Ian paused and turned to look at him with a confused look.
"Who did?"
"Leave it to you, Ian, to have associations, affiliations, even liaisons, with the best people in so many fields" Hammond started, Ian looked even more confused than his eyes widened a bit in realization.
"You didn't contact Sarah did you?"
"Paleontological behavior study is a brand-new field, and Sarah Harding is on that frontier" Hammond said, pointing at Ian.
"No-" Malcom grabbed the file, looking through it frantically as Hammond continued.
"-Her theories on parenting and nurturing amongst carnivores have framed the debate-" he paused, watching Malcolm look around for a phone, closing the file and putting it down. "Dr. Malcolm what are you doing?"
"W-where's your phone?" He asked, searching the messy desk for the phone, he found it under some papers and knocked them over, grabbing the phone he put it up to his ear and than paused, his heart sinking in his chest when he heard the dial tone and Hammond speak.
"It's too late." Hammond said, Ian turned to look at him, lowering the phone back onto the desk. "She's already there." Ian hung up on the phone and glared slightly. "The others are meeting her in three days"
His eyes wide, his mouth agape Ian turned to fully face Hammond. "You sent my girlfriend to this island, alone?" He asked, he took a ragged breath. Nonono, this wasn't good. This was bad.
"Sent, is hardly the world" Hammond replied with an awkward chuckled. "She couldn't be restrained, she was already working in San Diego, doing research at the animal park" he explained. "It only a couple of hours' flight from there. And she was adamant-- absolutely adamant about about making the initial foray by herself" he laughed a bit. "Thinks she's Dian Fossey "Observation without interference," she said" he made a hand motion as Ian leaned to the side, feeling sick to the stomach. "And she went on and on, you know how it is." he let out a sigh. "But, I didn't let her go alone. So you can stop worrying about that old friend" He coughed a bit. "And, after you were injured in the park, she sought you out and than she went all the way to that hospital in Costa Rica to ask somebody who she didn't even know whether the rumors were true."
Ian looked crossed, he took another deep breath and caressed his forehead. "If you wanna leave your name on something, fine." He snapped. "But STOP putting it on other peoples headstones." he got up to start and leave the room.
"Oh," Hammond waved a hand in dismissal, following him. "Come on, she'll be fine. She's spent years studying African predators, sleeping downwind and all--" he put his hands to his side. "She knows what she's doing Ian" he than started making gestures again. "Ian Believe me, the research team will--" Ian put up a hand to interrupt him.
"It's not a research expedition anymore." He said. "It's a rescue operation and it's leaving right now" he stared at Hammond, than he remembered something he overlooked earlier. "And- Who...who are the ones you sent with Sarah to the island?"
"Well...you see"