6. THE MERCENARIES
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Monday, July 11, 1999 Choteau, Montana
It was scorching hot. Brown mountains stood behind flat desert with a few shrubs. There was a cloudless, afternoon sky. There was a slight breeze, but it was hardly enough to cool anyone down. In the middle of all this, a concrete pad was placed with scraps of old, run down machines and machine parts. It seemed to be completely deserted.
One of the huge planes in this graveyard of machines was half torn open and completely run down. A man in a blue mechanic's outfit strolled back and forth from the shade of this plane, salvaging old machine parts. He was Huford Udesky, a man of about fifty and had a round nose with an orange mustache under it. If he hadn't gone so bald just yet, it would be easier to tell that he was a redhead.
In the corner of the vehicle he stood in what was a pile of weapons, some small, some medium, and yet others huge. His wrinkled brow sweat from the immense heat. It was always hot in this area of Montana and Udesky hated every bit of it. It wished that he could move somewhere else, but his business, life, family, and friends were all in this one location, so the climate wasn't all that bad.
Suddenly, there was a catchy ring from his belt. He quickly put his hand down and picked up a yellow Nokia cellular phone. He pressed the talk button. "Udesky," he said into the phone. "Oh hello, sir. How are you?... I'm just fine," Udesky conversed with the person on the phone. He stood up and walked outside of the plane to see what was happening.
* * *
Outside the cockpit of a trashed up airplane, Nash Standish, a black man of forty-three stood up holding a spray paint can. He then proceeded to paint an eye on the window, in red. He looked at his finished product, smiled, and backed away. He ran to the other side of the graveyard where a man named Cooper Reglado was laying next to a large machine gun. Cooper was a skinny man of thirty-eight and wore jeans and cowboy boots.
"Hey Cooper," Nash said. "Ya think ya can handle that Rex there?"
Cooper laughed. "I can't believe we're going to actually do this. Do you have any idea what stories I've heard about that island?"
Nash rolled his eyes. "Well as long as the Kirby's pay us, we'll have nothing to worry about. Plus, you and that giant mammoth of a gun."
"Yeah you like that huh, "Cooper laughed." Just think. the king of the dinosaurs is about to be devastated. Watch this." Cooper lowered his hands toward the gun and began to pull the trigger.
* * *
"Oh, the weapons," Udesky continued to talk on the phone. "Well, actually, sir, we're trying out one of them right now!"
As those words came from his mouth the two other men fired the gun they laid next to the plane that had been spray-painted. The vehicle blew up and exploded in an array of fire and smoke, completely torn apart. The two men laughed and gave each other high fives.
"Are you alright," said the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah. Oh, Nash says that he is having trouble getting the Costa Rican Department of Air Control to let us do this," Udesky said into the phone. "Uh huh. well, I'll make sure to tell him. Where are you now sir?"
The little voice in the phone continued to speak to Udesky as he shook his head.
"Costa Rica," Udesky replied obviously surprised. "What are you doing in...., oh I see sir. Well I hope you can get that Biologist guy. He may be useful... you say that the EPA has agreed to work with us?... that's great! It'll be a little easier to get things done now. Will they be sending a represenitive on the trip?... That's fine, sir."
Udesky then walked off the plane and toward Cooper and Nash, who were lying around the large gun lying on the ground with Cooper manning it. Cooper then shot the gun again, this time into an old water tower shooting a large impact bullet into the tank, causing it to explode.
"Rest assured Mr. Kirby," Udesky said into the phone. "It'll be a walk in the park."
Udesky hung the phone up as he saw the two men below him looking at him curiously.
"So what does the boss what now," Nash asked.
"He just wanted to confirm a few things," Udesky replied. "He's in Costa Rica getting our Biologist. We also have our backers that we asked for as well now. The EPA has amazingly decided to fund the trip along with Kirby Enterprises. It's possible that we'll have a rep from the EPA on the trip for some strange reason. They wouldn't tell Paul why, but it's a matter of some importance."
"Well," Cooper said, "as long as whoever it is doesn't get in our way of finding the boy and Amanda's boyfriend, it'll be ok. We have a job to do boys, and I don't want some idiots like the EPA messing it up."
"I agree with Coop," Nash said. "I don't really like that there'll be a rep in the first place."
"Paul believes that they'll be of some good help so we have to go along with it."
"Does he have someone that's been on the island before yet," Cooper asked.
"After he leaves Costa Rica he'll be on his way out to do just that," Udesky replied smiling. "Don't worry guys. Paul Kirby is a very reliable man. I worked with him a long time ago."
"Just as long as we're paid," Nash said reflecting on what he'd said to Cooper minutes before.
"Don't worry guys," Udesky said. "The Kirby's are as rich as Vince McMahon."
All three mercenaries laughed and continued working on their weapons.
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Monday, July 11, 1999 Choteau, Montana
It was scorching hot. Brown mountains stood behind flat desert with a few shrubs. There was a cloudless, afternoon sky. There was a slight breeze, but it was hardly enough to cool anyone down. In the middle of all this, a concrete pad was placed with scraps of old, run down machines and machine parts. It seemed to be completely deserted.
One of the huge planes in this graveyard of machines was half torn open and completely run down. A man in a blue mechanic's outfit strolled back and forth from the shade of this plane, salvaging old machine parts. He was Huford Udesky, a man of about fifty and had a round nose with an orange mustache under it. If he hadn't gone so bald just yet, it would be easier to tell that he was a redhead.
In the corner of the vehicle he stood in what was a pile of weapons, some small, some medium, and yet others huge. His wrinkled brow sweat from the immense heat. It was always hot in this area of Montana and Udesky hated every bit of it. It wished that he could move somewhere else, but his business, life, family, and friends were all in this one location, so the climate wasn't all that bad.
Suddenly, there was a catchy ring from his belt. He quickly put his hand down and picked up a yellow Nokia cellular phone. He pressed the talk button. "Udesky," he said into the phone. "Oh hello, sir. How are you?... I'm just fine," Udesky conversed with the person on the phone. He stood up and walked outside of the plane to see what was happening.
* * *
Outside the cockpit of a trashed up airplane, Nash Standish, a black man of forty-three stood up holding a spray paint can. He then proceeded to paint an eye on the window, in red. He looked at his finished product, smiled, and backed away. He ran to the other side of the graveyard where a man named Cooper Reglado was laying next to a large machine gun. Cooper was a skinny man of thirty-eight and wore jeans and cowboy boots.
"Hey Cooper," Nash said. "Ya think ya can handle that Rex there?"
Cooper laughed. "I can't believe we're going to actually do this. Do you have any idea what stories I've heard about that island?"
Nash rolled his eyes. "Well as long as the Kirby's pay us, we'll have nothing to worry about. Plus, you and that giant mammoth of a gun."
"Yeah you like that huh, "Cooper laughed." Just think. the king of the dinosaurs is about to be devastated. Watch this." Cooper lowered his hands toward the gun and began to pull the trigger.
* * *
"Oh, the weapons," Udesky continued to talk on the phone. "Well, actually, sir, we're trying out one of them right now!"
As those words came from his mouth the two other men fired the gun they laid next to the plane that had been spray-painted. The vehicle blew up and exploded in an array of fire and smoke, completely torn apart. The two men laughed and gave each other high fives.
"Are you alright," said the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yeah. Oh, Nash says that he is having trouble getting the Costa Rican Department of Air Control to let us do this," Udesky said into the phone. "Uh huh. well, I'll make sure to tell him. Where are you now sir?"
The little voice in the phone continued to speak to Udesky as he shook his head.
"Costa Rica," Udesky replied obviously surprised. "What are you doing in...., oh I see sir. Well I hope you can get that Biologist guy. He may be useful... you say that the EPA has agreed to work with us?... that's great! It'll be a little easier to get things done now. Will they be sending a represenitive on the trip?... That's fine, sir."
Udesky then walked off the plane and toward Cooper and Nash, who were lying around the large gun lying on the ground with Cooper manning it. Cooper then shot the gun again, this time into an old water tower shooting a large impact bullet into the tank, causing it to explode.
"Rest assured Mr. Kirby," Udesky said into the phone. "It'll be a walk in the park."
Udesky hung the phone up as he saw the two men below him looking at him curiously.
"So what does the boss what now," Nash asked.
"He just wanted to confirm a few things," Udesky replied. "He's in Costa Rica getting our Biologist. We also have our backers that we asked for as well now. The EPA has amazingly decided to fund the trip along with Kirby Enterprises. It's possible that we'll have a rep from the EPA on the trip for some strange reason. They wouldn't tell Paul why, but it's a matter of some importance."
"Well," Cooper said, "as long as whoever it is doesn't get in our way of finding the boy and Amanda's boyfriend, it'll be ok. We have a job to do boys, and I don't want some idiots like the EPA messing it up."
"I agree with Coop," Nash said. "I don't really like that there'll be a rep in the first place."
"Paul believes that they'll be of some good help so we have to go along with it."
"Does he have someone that's been on the island before yet," Cooper asked.
"After he leaves Costa Rica he'll be on his way out to do just that," Udesky replied smiling. "Don't worry guys. Paul Kirby is a very reliable man. I worked with him a long time ago."
"Just as long as we're paid," Nash said reflecting on what he'd said to Cooper minutes before.
"Don't worry guys," Udesky said. "The Kirby's are as rich as Vince McMahon."
All three mercenaries laughed and continued working on their weapons.