7. AJAY
Based from scripting of the movie Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton and
David Koepp
Monday, July 11, 1999 Mano de Dios, Costa Rica
Ajay Sidahu stood uneasily on a man-made raft as a Hispanic man pulled him to shore with a rope. Four men sat waiting for his arrival. Ajay waved unsteadily at Juanito Rostagno, who was twirling his hat on the bank. Jungle surrounded the narrow river, and gave Ajay that prehistoric feel that he was so used to having to deal with. He may have been a poacher, but he was also a representative of the Biosyn Corporation and had had his fill of these places that Biosyn owned.
"Apuesto mil pesos que se cae," Rostagno mumbled to himself. He really hated it when representatives from Biosyn came to inspect the dig when he knew that the CEO of the company was the one that really needed to inspect the place; instead of someone else that knew nothing about the digs. Rostagno was a Paleontologist and had been one for about thirty years. He was fifty-four years old and wore cargo pants and a tan shirt along with a hat of the same color.
Finally, the raft hit shore, and Ajay stepped off, simultaneously shaking hands with Rostagno."Bueno, Juanito," Ajay greeted.
"Hola," Rostagno replied. "Bienvenido!" They began walking listlessly around the site. It was a rock quarry called the Mano de Dios amber mine, and men were crawling all over it, looking for one thing: amber; but a special kind of amber that had DNA of several very special kinds of animals.
Ajay recognized this place as being formally owned by InGen Bioengineering. Biosyn bought this mine three years ago from the Japanese Investors that profited from the mine. The fact was that the investors were secretly working along with Biosyn on this project. Thanks to them, Biosyn was able to find out very easily that the EPA was on to them. The thing was that the investors hated having to see InGen shut down in the first place and were extremely angered when they'd found out that the Costa Rican Government had bombed Isla Nublar.
Smoke hung lightly in the air around the quarry, a small waterfall ran from the top of the small cliff to the river below, while everywhere else was dense jungle.
"What's this I hear at the airport," Ajay asked. "Rossiter's not even here?"
"He sends his apologies," Rostagno replied. "You know him. He never comes to these places often at all. Mr. Rossiter hasn't been here since he bought the place."
"We are facing a possible twenty million dollar law suit by the Costa Rican Government for what we're planning to do, and you're telling me Rossiter can't even be bothered to see me?"
"Won't bother to see you," Rostagno asked turning around. "How do you think I feel? That man is just as bad as John Hammond was when he owned this place! Never came around or anything. He was always too busy with his all mighty park. That's what Mr. Rossiter's doing right now isn't it? Isn't he working on that San Diego Park? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm going to retire pretty soon anyway."
"Well, I understand that, but we've been advised to deal with this situation now. The insurance company." Ajay's feet fell behind him as he slipped on a rock. Rostagno lent a hand to help Ajay up.
"You okay," Rostagno asked.
Ajay didn't answer. The Indian wasn't used to falling, tripping, slipping, etc. and this activity made him nervous. And perhaps that was why he had slipped, because he was nervous. A balding man of forty-six, Ajay was mid-sized, wearing glasses and cargo clothing. He continued.
"The under writers feel that the original accident has raised some very serious safety questions about the park in San Diego. That makes the investors very, very anxious. I had to promise to go with Jeff to the Site B Island and conduct an on-site inspection."
Rostagno stopped walking and looked at him. "Rossiter hates inspections," he shrugged. "They slow everything down." That much was true. Corporate people at Biosyn hated anything that would slow things down. As he had said before, he always repeated himself several times even if it was just thinking, that he'd tried to get Rossiter to come down to the mines a year ago, but was immediately fussed at for even bringing up a possible inspection, so he knew that Ajay wasn't doing one of the best things in the world by trying to bring an inspection up.
"Juanito, they'll pull the funding," Ajay said. "That'll slow them down even more, and you know just as much as I do that Biosyn is going to file for Chapter 11 in a matter of three months if they can't get some money and quick. Mr. Rossiter is taking way too many risks, but if we both want to have jobs, for how ever long we're still in the work force, we've got to go along with this and just get it all done."
A worker began calling and running toward the two men, "Jefe! Jefe!" The worker walked up to Rostagno and said, "Jefe, encontramos otros mosquitoes."
"Seguda?" Rostagno questioned, though he had already turned to head for one of the mines.
"Si," the worker confirmed. "Venga."
"Aver, muestrame."
Rostagno and Ajay headed after the worker into the first mine to their left. As they headed in, Rostagno accidentally bumped his head on the ceiling.
"Ooh," he said. "Watch your head."
Ajay persisted his never-ending talk. "If two experts were to sign off on the San Diego Park, the insurance guys will back off," Ajay explained as they headed for some kind of machine. "Ed James told me on the phone that he was able to get Evan Baker, but the investors think he's to trendy. They still want Roland Tembo to join the time. They won't allow any amount of people to go to that island unless he's with them."
"Tembo," Rostagno grunted as a worker at the machine gave him a golden and almost transparent rock. Ajay identified it immediately as amber, and it had a mosquito inside. The paleontologist gave a short laugh. "You'll never get him out of Mombassa."
"Luz," he mumbled to himself. "Mas luz."
Ajay wondered why he couldn't get his good friend to leave Mombassa, so he asked Rostagno, "Why not?"
Rostagno ignored Ajay, concentrating solely on the piece of amber he held in his hand. "Muchachos," he called to his workers as he took off his hat and bent down. "Echenme luz!"
"Si," someone called. People crowded Rostagno with light.
Ajay tried again. "Why not?"
This time Rostagno answered. "You know Tembo better then I do. If you like, then give it a try, but I doubt it'll work out." He gazed lovingly at the amber. "Que lindo eres. Vas a ser." The amber showed brightly to the men in the mine as they looked in amazement.
Based from scripting of the movie Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton and
David Koepp
Monday, July 11, 1999 Mano de Dios, Costa Rica
Ajay Sidahu stood uneasily on a man-made raft as a Hispanic man pulled him to shore with a rope. Four men sat waiting for his arrival. Ajay waved unsteadily at Juanito Rostagno, who was twirling his hat on the bank. Jungle surrounded the narrow river, and gave Ajay that prehistoric feel that he was so used to having to deal with. He may have been a poacher, but he was also a representative of the Biosyn Corporation and had had his fill of these places that Biosyn owned.
"Apuesto mil pesos que se cae," Rostagno mumbled to himself. He really hated it when representatives from Biosyn came to inspect the dig when he knew that the CEO of the company was the one that really needed to inspect the place; instead of someone else that knew nothing about the digs. Rostagno was a Paleontologist and had been one for about thirty years. He was fifty-four years old and wore cargo pants and a tan shirt along with a hat of the same color.
Finally, the raft hit shore, and Ajay stepped off, simultaneously shaking hands with Rostagno."Bueno, Juanito," Ajay greeted.
"Hola," Rostagno replied. "Bienvenido!" They began walking listlessly around the site. It was a rock quarry called the Mano de Dios amber mine, and men were crawling all over it, looking for one thing: amber; but a special kind of amber that had DNA of several very special kinds of animals.
Ajay recognized this place as being formally owned by InGen Bioengineering. Biosyn bought this mine three years ago from the Japanese Investors that profited from the mine. The fact was that the investors were secretly working along with Biosyn on this project. Thanks to them, Biosyn was able to find out very easily that the EPA was on to them. The thing was that the investors hated having to see InGen shut down in the first place and were extremely angered when they'd found out that the Costa Rican Government had bombed Isla Nublar.
Smoke hung lightly in the air around the quarry, a small waterfall ran from the top of the small cliff to the river below, while everywhere else was dense jungle.
"What's this I hear at the airport," Ajay asked. "Rossiter's not even here?"
"He sends his apologies," Rostagno replied. "You know him. He never comes to these places often at all. Mr. Rossiter hasn't been here since he bought the place."
"We are facing a possible twenty million dollar law suit by the Costa Rican Government for what we're planning to do, and you're telling me Rossiter can't even be bothered to see me?"
"Won't bother to see you," Rostagno asked turning around. "How do you think I feel? That man is just as bad as John Hammond was when he owned this place! Never came around or anything. He was always too busy with his all mighty park. That's what Mr. Rossiter's doing right now isn't it? Isn't he working on that San Diego Park? Well, it doesn't matter. I'm going to retire pretty soon anyway."
"Well, I understand that, but we've been advised to deal with this situation now. The insurance company." Ajay's feet fell behind him as he slipped on a rock. Rostagno lent a hand to help Ajay up.
"You okay," Rostagno asked.
Ajay didn't answer. The Indian wasn't used to falling, tripping, slipping, etc. and this activity made him nervous. And perhaps that was why he had slipped, because he was nervous. A balding man of forty-six, Ajay was mid-sized, wearing glasses and cargo clothing. He continued.
"The under writers feel that the original accident has raised some very serious safety questions about the park in San Diego. That makes the investors very, very anxious. I had to promise to go with Jeff to the Site B Island and conduct an on-site inspection."
Rostagno stopped walking and looked at him. "Rossiter hates inspections," he shrugged. "They slow everything down." That much was true. Corporate people at Biosyn hated anything that would slow things down. As he had said before, he always repeated himself several times even if it was just thinking, that he'd tried to get Rossiter to come down to the mines a year ago, but was immediately fussed at for even bringing up a possible inspection, so he knew that Ajay wasn't doing one of the best things in the world by trying to bring an inspection up.
"Juanito, they'll pull the funding," Ajay said. "That'll slow them down even more, and you know just as much as I do that Biosyn is going to file for Chapter 11 in a matter of three months if they can't get some money and quick. Mr. Rossiter is taking way too many risks, but if we both want to have jobs, for how ever long we're still in the work force, we've got to go along with this and just get it all done."
A worker began calling and running toward the two men, "Jefe! Jefe!" The worker walked up to Rostagno and said, "Jefe, encontramos otros mosquitoes."
"Seguda?" Rostagno questioned, though he had already turned to head for one of the mines.
"Si," the worker confirmed. "Venga."
"Aver, muestrame."
Rostagno and Ajay headed after the worker into the first mine to their left. As they headed in, Rostagno accidentally bumped his head on the ceiling.
"Ooh," he said. "Watch your head."
Ajay persisted his never-ending talk. "If two experts were to sign off on the San Diego Park, the insurance guys will back off," Ajay explained as they headed for some kind of machine. "Ed James told me on the phone that he was able to get Evan Baker, but the investors think he's to trendy. They still want Roland Tembo to join the time. They won't allow any amount of people to go to that island unless he's with them."
"Tembo," Rostagno grunted as a worker at the machine gave him a golden and almost transparent rock. Ajay identified it immediately as amber, and it had a mosquito inside. The paleontologist gave a short laugh. "You'll never get him out of Mombassa."
"Luz," he mumbled to himself. "Mas luz."
Ajay wondered why he couldn't get his good friend to leave Mombassa, so he asked Rostagno, "Why not?"
Rostagno ignored Ajay, concentrating solely on the piece of amber he held in his hand. "Muchachos," he called to his workers as he took off his hat and bent down. "Echenme luz!"
"Si," someone called. People crowded Rostagno with light.
Ajay tried again. "Why not?"
This time Rostagno answered. "You know Tembo better then I do. If you like, then give it a try, but I doubt it'll work out." He gazed lovingly at the amber. "Que lindo eres. Vas a ser." The amber showed brightly to the men in the mine as they looked in amazement.