JURASSIC PARK
It was nighttime. The jungle was especially dark, as leaves in the trees moved steadily in the wind. This was Isla Nublar, an island 120 miles west of Costa Rica.
As the leaves began to move slightly faster, a low electrical hum emerged from the dense vegetation of the jungle. The leaves began brushing wildly up against each other as the low hum turned into a loud sound of moving machinery. It was a crane.
There were tons of workers lined up straight in front of an oversized holding pen. But it wasn't an ordinary pen, like one that would hold a lion inside. There were electrified fences all around it and a guard tower overhead, almost making it look like a prison.
As the large crane arrived out of the foliage of the jungle, the sound of snapping branches filled the air. The package had arrived: a steel crate. In between the metal slats stared a large yellow eyeball, almost cat-like, pacing back and forth - looking outside of the crate and around at the various workers and gunmen. Tons of orders could be heard from the men, mostly all spoken in Spanish.
Among the workers was Jophrey, who had been working at Isla Nublar only for the past week. To Jophrey's left was probably the most important man there, and on the island as a whole: Robert Muldoon, the grim-faced game warden. He was armed with a shotgun.
The crane carefully placed the crate holding the unknown animal in front of the gate to the pen.
"Okay, pushing team move in there,'' Muldoon said, slightly adjusting his hat. The movement had already agitated whatever was inside the crate. A loud screech was heard from within, scaring some of the men. Everyone backed up, knowing that this creature was alert as hell. ''I want tasers on full charge!'' Muldoon ordered.
Many workers got their stun guns ready.
''Go on, step back in. And push!'' he shouted.
Several men began slowly approaching the crate and pushing it. A green light on the side of the pen lit up as they pushed the crate into contact with the pen.
"We're locked. Loading team, step away." Muldoon then gave the order, "Jophrey, raise the gate." A sweat drop rolled down Muldoon's face, almost as if he had a sixth-sense that something bad was about to happen.
Jophrey walked towards the pen, climbing up the ladder on the side of the structure. Searchlights were on him as he began to lift the gate. Then, all at once, the creature let out a screech from the inside the crate, and the panel flew up and out of Jophrey's hands, smacking him in the face, and causing him to lose his balance as he fell onto the ground. "Ooff!" In a breath, the crate dislocated itself from the pen, leaving almost two feet of gap in between them.
An alarm started buzzing loudly. As Jophrey attempted to lift himself up from the ground, he was suddenly pulled by his feet into the crate! Jophrey screamed in pain and terror, holding on to the edge of the crate for dear life.
"Tasers get in there, goddamn it!" Muldoon shouted. ''Block the opening! Don't let her get out!''
The gunmen ran to the sides of the crate, their guns slid in the slates as they discharged the tasers. The wild arcs of currents from the stun guns flash and crack all around.
Muldoon grabbed hold of Jophrey and tried to pull him away from this creature that was pulling him in. "Shoot her! Shooot heeer!" Muldoon screamed, but to no avail. All that was heard was the sound of gunshots being fired and Jophrey's scream lifelessly ending, as Muldoon saw the worker's hand being pulled out from his arm and being dragged into the crate.
The worker was gone.