FOURTH ITERATION
"Now that Chaos has reigned over the survivors, a new threat has entered
the configuration, making survival more of a mystery."
IAN MALCOLM
16. ROSSITER'S LITTLE CAMPING TRIP Based from early scripting for the movie The Lost World: Jurassic Park by
Michael Crichton
Wednesday, July 13, 1999 Isla Sorna, Valley
Metal container doors clanged to the ground, jeep engines roared to life in a cloud of thick black diesel smoke, blue laser barriers sizzled and burned through foliage as the group of Biosyn hunters established a perimeter around their camp.
Jeff Rossiter, dressed in brand new Banana Republic safari wear, and Ed James, dressed in Khaki cargo clothing, stepped into the center of the camp and surveyed the surroundings.
Rossiter turned to Darris Sumner, the team supervisor. "This is as good a place as any for base camp," Rossiter said. "First priority is the laser barriers, I want them all up and running in thirty minutes. That's half an hour. Half an hour, understand?"
Darris nodded and turned to one other man wearing glasses, but someone stepped in front of Darris, cutting him off. It was Roland Tembo, the poacher from the bar in Mombassa.
"Cancel that order," Roland commanded.
What," Rossiter said, confused. "Why?"
Roland pointed to at a small road that was running near the Valley. "This is a game trail Mr. Rossiter, Carnivores hunt on game trails. Do you want to set up base camp, or a buffet?"
Rossiter looked puzzled at Roland and the realized what the man was talking about. "Let's find a new spot, shall we," Rossiter said. "And remember, we're after herbivores only, no unnecessary risks."
Darris sighed and went to work with the other hunters. Roland put an arm around Rossiter and pulled him aside. Ed James tried to inch forward, listening in, but Roland noticed and hissed at him. James walked away at that.
"Jeff, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions," Roland said, putting up his fingers to make sure that Rossiter understood. "First, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Darris is. Your job is to sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open a case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition my fee. You can keep it. All I want in exchange for my services is the right to hunt one of the Tyrannosaurs. A male. Buck only. How and why are my business. So, if you don't like either of those two conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead and set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a Rex nest, for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to any more suicidal ideas. Okay?"
"Okay," Rossiter said putting his thumb up at him. There wasn't much else that he could say. If he even bothered to try to stand up to this man, he would have to deal with Ajay getting in his face, and he didn't want that. If something like that were to happen, then he would have been in humongous trouble with the Biosyn Investors. Ajay was their represenitive that was always sent to investigate anything that Biosyn was going to do. He had been hired right after the failed Chile vaccine experiment, because they didn't want people like Lewis Dodgson getting Biosyn in trouble with the law anymore.
The jungle foliage shivered, quaked, and finally fell as the Hunters' vehicles roared into the heart of the jungle. Darris Sumner stood in the front of the vehicle, the "speed bird," waving the others forward. His driver, Miguel Sanchez was at the wheel beside him. Rossiter and James were in the back seat of the speed bird.
Roland and Ajay were in the second jeep. Roland was looking at some kind of papers that showed pictures of the animals on the island and gave names and descriptions of them. Roland picked up the radio's microphone and began to speak into it.
"Alright Darris," Roland began, "keep your eyes open for a Pac... Pacy... Ah, hell. The fat head with the bald spot, Fryer Tuck." Roland felt so embraced to not know how to pronounce the names of these dinosaurs. He loved dinosaurs when he was a kid, but he guessed that, with age, you begin to lose those old memories.
The two poachers looked up as the brake lights on the speed bird flashed and the car stopped, forcing the other vehicles to halt as well. In the front, the speed bird flashed its lights at something in front of it. Darris climbed out, plainly irritated. He walked around the front of the car and saw four Pachycephalosaurs eating grass in the middle of the jungle trail. They were about five feet tall, thick, heavy-set animals whose distinctive feature was an enormous skull casing, a tall, impressive crown that rose on the tops of their heads. Darris didn't seem impressed. He looked back at Rossiter, who looked at Dr. Evan Baker, who jumped out of another jeep. Baker stood up in his seat, a look of wonder on his face.
"Pachycephalosaurus," Baker said.
"Carnivore," Rossiter asked.
"Huh? No! No, herbivore, late Cretaceous," Baker replied. "Very unusual plant eater. See that distinctive domed skull? That's nine inches of solid bone."
"Just get them out of the way, Darris," Rossiter said. He didn't really care to hear about the stupid animal's features. All he wanted was to get the animals that he came for and take them back to the mainland as fast as they were able to get it done. He really didn't want to be on this island for too long, for he feared the finding of carnivores like the dreaded Velociraptors.
"Come on, move it," Darris yelled at the animals.
The pachys looked up at him sluggishly, still eating, like cows chewing their cuds. As unimpressed with him as he was with them, they went back to their grass.
"Oh, for God's-," Darris said. He slung his rifle off his shoulder and aimed it at the closest animal. Behind him, Roland had climbed out of the second jeep.
"Darris," Roland yelled. "This is a round-up, not a war. Use your powers of persuasion."
Darris gestured to the speed bird to pull ahead, which it did, slowly, toward the animals. The pachys looked up, alert, but did not move. Darris walked toward them. "Come on, come on, we don't have all day," he yelled.
The speed bird drew closer. The first pachy stared at it intently. The lead vehicle got closer, closer and Banged into the pachy, knocking it back a few feet, out of the way. Behind Darris, Ajay was staring at something on the ground at his feet. He took a few steps further into the foliage, and then turned back toward Roland.
"Roland," Ajay yelled.
Up at the front, the pachys turned and hopped away. Darris turned and went back to the speed bird. As he reached for the door, a voice called "look out!" from behind him. Darris spun around, just in time to see the first pachy in full charge. It slammed headfirst into the speed bird, smashing the headlights and denting the grill.
Darris turned and ran around to the front of the car. The pachy had backed up for another run and was then charging right at him. Darris retreated, quickly, and ripped open the passenger door to protect himself. Slam! The pachy clobbered the door, sending Darris flying against the car, knocking the wind out of him. In the other jeeps, the rest of the hunters stood up or leaned out the window for a better look, laughing.
Pow! The pachy head-butted the tire next to Darris. It bounced off, tumbled to the ground, and rolled to his feet as Darris got to his knees and crawled toward the back of the speed bird. But the pachy was quicker and lunged at Darris again. He was forced to hit the dirt and crawl quickly underneath the speed bird, just as the animal slammed into the rear of the vehicle. After that, the other three animals joined the fun.
Rossiter and James had to cover their heads as the animals lunged at the car again and again, smashing the steel-meshed windows and mangling the quarter panels. The rest of the group watched, vastly amused.
A few feet into the jungle, Ajay and Roland were staring at something on the ground, an animal footprint, three-toed, enormous.
"It matches the pictures," Ajay said.
"It certainly does," Roland said. He got up and went back to his vehicle, ignoring the pachy demolition derby that continued up at the speed bird. Roland opened a case in the back of the jeep, revealing his gun. It was an antique elephant gun, a double barreled .600 Nitro Express. Nearly a hundred years old, it was still in immaculate condition, its rosewood stock buttery smooth, bisons delicately engraved along its silver breach. The barrels were twenty-four inches long, topped with an ivory bead foresight at the business end. Roland scooped up the gun, broke the breach, and pulled two rounds of ammunition from his shirt pocket. Four inches long and three-quarters of an inch in diameter, these were the largest full metal jacket cartridges ever made. He slipped one into each barrel and headed back into the bush. Roland paused before he went, as if noticing the animals trashing the speed bird for the first time.
"Hey," Roland yelled. The pachys all froze, staring at him. Roland waved one hand, hissing sharply between his teeth, and the pachys scattered, back into the jungle.
"That took care of that problem," Roland thought to himself as he turned and headed back into the jungle, calling out over his shoulder to Rossiter. "Don't worry about us," Roland said. "We'll catch up."
"Where do you think you're going," Rossiter asked. "We need you to help with the roundup!"
"I'm going to collect my fee Mr. Rossiter," Roland replied. "To collect my fee." And with that, he disappeared into the foliage.
Miguel Sanchez dropped the speed bird into gear and the battered car groaned forward. As it moved ahead, it revealed Darris, lying underneath it, ego bruised worse than body. Everyone around him was still laughing hysterically.
In the jungle, Ajay Sidahu took a step into the bush, but at a ninety- degree angle away from the direction in which the animal's tracks lead.
"Ajay," Roland said. Ajay turned. Roland pointed in the direction in which the footprints lead. "I'm no tracker, but even I can read this spoor."
"Do you wish to go where the animal has been, or where the animal is," Ajay asked.
Roland smiles. "The animal is way to far from here now. There is no way that we'll be able to get there anyway, cause we're about to be attacked."
"What do you mean," Ajay asked, becoming frightened.
"Cause we're being hunted," Roland replied. "It's close now. Not the size we want, but it'll work for a good cause."
Suddenly a Tyrannosaur came running out of the foliage, however it was a baby, only a few months old. The Tyrannosaurs that were already adults had had more babies and this was one of them.
"Now this is what I wanted," Roland smiled. "We can set up a trap and get the buck to come where we want it."
"How do you suppose we deal with this thing," Ajay asked. "He seems really angry."
"That's because his parents have left him out here alone," Roland replied. "I have a net with me. It's in my right cargo pocket. Distract the animal, while I get the net ready."
"How am I supposed to do that," Ajay asked.
"Do a dance," Roland replied, smiling. "Tell him a story. Sing him a song. Just do something."
Ajay ran for the baby Rex and tried to tackle the animal to the ground, while Roland started going through his pocket for the net. Instead of getting the animal, Ajay hit the dirt as the animal moved to the left. Ajay started coughing up dirt as he stood. He tried dusting himself off and just as he did, the baby Rex rammed into Ajay, sending him back to the ground with a thud.
Suddenly the net went flying over the baby Tyrannosaur as it struggled to try and get free. The animal screamed in terror as Ajay grabbed a hold of the trapped baby. Then Roland came over and helped his friend carry the baby away from the woods and back into the valley clearing.
"Now that Chaos has reigned over the survivors, a new threat has entered
the configuration, making survival more of a mystery."
IAN MALCOLM
16. ROSSITER'S LITTLE CAMPING TRIP Based from early scripting for the movie The Lost World: Jurassic Park by
Michael Crichton
Wednesday, July 13, 1999 Isla Sorna, Valley
Metal container doors clanged to the ground, jeep engines roared to life in a cloud of thick black diesel smoke, blue laser barriers sizzled and burned through foliage as the group of Biosyn hunters established a perimeter around their camp.
Jeff Rossiter, dressed in brand new Banana Republic safari wear, and Ed James, dressed in Khaki cargo clothing, stepped into the center of the camp and surveyed the surroundings.
Rossiter turned to Darris Sumner, the team supervisor. "This is as good a place as any for base camp," Rossiter said. "First priority is the laser barriers, I want them all up and running in thirty minutes. That's half an hour. Half an hour, understand?"
Darris nodded and turned to one other man wearing glasses, but someone stepped in front of Darris, cutting him off. It was Roland Tembo, the poacher from the bar in Mombassa.
"Cancel that order," Roland commanded.
What," Rossiter said, confused. "Why?"
Roland pointed to at a small road that was running near the Valley. "This is a game trail Mr. Rossiter, Carnivores hunt on game trails. Do you want to set up base camp, or a buffet?"
Rossiter looked puzzled at Roland and the realized what the man was talking about. "Let's find a new spot, shall we," Rossiter said. "And remember, we're after herbivores only, no unnecessary risks."
Darris sighed and went to work with the other hunters. Roland put an arm around Rossiter and pulled him aside. Ed James tried to inch forward, listening in, but Roland noticed and hissed at him. James walked away at that.
"Jeff, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions," Roland said, putting up his fingers to make sure that Rossiter understood. "First, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Darris is. Your job is to sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open a case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition my fee. You can keep it. All I want in exchange for my services is the right to hunt one of the Tyrannosaurs. A male. Buck only. How and why are my business. So, if you don't like either of those two conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead and set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a Rex nest, for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to any more suicidal ideas. Okay?"
"Okay," Rossiter said putting his thumb up at him. There wasn't much else that he could say. If he even bothered to try to stand up to this man, he would have to deal with Ajay getting in his face, and he didn't want that. If something like that were to happen, then he would have been in humongous trouble with the Biosyn Investors. Ajay was their represenitive that was always sent to investigate anything that Biosyn was going to do. He had been hired right after the failed Chile vaccine experiment, because they didn't want people like Lewis Dodgson getting Biosyn in trouble with the law anymore.
The jungle foliage shivered, quaked, and finally fell as the Hunters' vehicles roared into the heart of the jungle. Darris Sumner stood in the front of the vehicle, the "speed bird," waving the others forward. His driver, Miguel Sanchez was at the wheel beside him. Rossiter and James were in the back seat of the speed bird.
Roland and Ajay were in the second jeep. Roland was looking at some kind of papers that showed pictures of the animals on the island and gave names and descriptions of them. Roland picked up the radio's microphone and began to speak into it.
"Alright Darris," Roland began, "keep your eyes open for a Pac... Pacy... Ah, hell. The fat head with the bald spot, Fryer Tuck." Roland felt so embraced to not know how to pronounce the names of these dinosaurs. He loved dinosaurs when he was a kid, but he guessed that, with age, you begin to lose those old memories.
The two poachers looked up as the brake lights on the speed bird flashed and the car stopped, forcing the other vehicles to halt as well. In the front, the speed bird flashed its lights at something in front of it. Darris climbed out, plainly irritated. He walked around the front of the car and saw four Pachycephalosaurs eating grass in the middle of the jungle trail. They were about five feet tall, thick, heavy-set animals whose distinctive feature was an enormous skull casing, a tall, impressive crown that rose on the tops of their heads. Darris didn't seem impressed. He looked back at Rossiter, who looked at Dr. Evan Baker, who jumped out of another jeep. Baker stood up in his seat, a look of wonder on his face.
"Pachycephalosaurus," Baker said.
"Carnivore," Rossiter asked.
"Huh? No! No, herbivore, late Cretaceous," Baker replied. "Very unusual plant eater. See that distinctive domed skull? That's nine inches of solid bone."
"Just get them out of the way, Darris," Rossiter said. He didn't really care to hear about the stupid animal's features. All he wanted was to get the animals that he came for and take them back to the mainland as fast as they were able to get it done. He really didn't want to be on this island for too long, for he feared the finding of carnivores like the dreaded Velociraptors.
"Come on, move it," Darris yelled at the animals.
The pachys looked up at him sluggishly, still eating, like cows chewing their cuds. As unimpressed with him as he was with them, they went back to their grass.
"Oh, for God's-," Darris said. He slung his rifle off his shoulder and aimed it at the closest animal. Behind him, Roland had climbed out of the second jeep.
"Darris," Roland yelled. "This is a round-up, not a war. Use your powers of persuasion."
Darris gestured to the speed bird to pull ahead, which it did, slowly, toward the animals. The pachys looked up, alert, but did not move. Darris walked toward them. "Come on, come on, we don't have all day," he yelled.
The speed bird drew closer. The first pachy stared at it intently. The lead vehicle got closer, closer and Banged into the pachy, knocking it back a few feet, out of the way. Behind Darris, Ajay was staring at something on the ground at his feet. He took a few steps further into the foliage, and then turned back toward Roland.
"Roland," Ajay yelled.
Up at the front, the pachys turned and hopped away. Darris turned and went back to the speed bird. As he reached for the door, a voice called "look out!" from behind him. Darris spun around, just in time to see the first pachy in full charge. It slammed headfirst into the speed bird, smashing the headlights and denting the grill.
Darris turned and ran around to the front of the car. The pachy had backed up for another run and was then charging right at him. Darris retreated, quickly, and ripped open the passenger door to protect himself. Slam! The pachy clobbered the door, sending Darris flying against the car, knocking the wind out of him. In the other jeeps, the rest of the hunters stood up or leaned out the window for a better look, laughing.
Pow! The pachy head-butted the tire next to Darris. It bounced off, tumbled to the ground, and rolled to his feet as Darris got to his knees and crawled toward the back of the speed bird. But the pachy was quicker and lunged at Darris again. He was forced to hit the dirt and crawl quickly underneath the speed bird, just as the animal slammed into the rear of the vehicle. After that, the other three animals joined the fun.
Rossiter and James had to cover their heads as the animals lunged at the car again and again, smashing the steel-meshed windows and mangling the quarter panels. The rest of the group watched, vastly amused.
A few feet into the jungle, Ajay and Roland were staring at something on the ground, an animal footprint, three-toed, enormous.
"It matches the pictures," Ajay said.
"It certainly does," Roland said. He got up and went back to his vehicle, ignoring the pachy demolition derby that continued up at the speed bird. Roland opened a case in the back of the jeep, revealing his gun. It was an antique elephant gun, a double barreled .600 Nitro Express. Nearly a hundred years old, it was still in immaculate condition, its rosewood stock buttery smooth, bisons delicately engraved along its silver breach. The barrels were twenty-four inches long, topped with an ivory bead foresight at the business end. Roland scooped up the gun, broke the breach, and pulled two rounds of ammunition from his shirt pocket. Four inches long and three-quarters of an inch in diameter, these were the largest full metal jacket cartridges ever made. He slipped one into each barrel and headed back into the bush. Roland paused before he went, as if noticing the animals trashing the speed bird for the first time.
"Hey," Roland yelled. The pachys all froze, staring at him. Roland waved one hand, hissing sharply between his teeth, and the pachys scattered, back into the jungle.
"That took care of that problem," Roland thought to himself as he turned and headed back into the jungle, calling out over his shoulder to Rossiter. "Don't worry about us," Roland said. "We'll catch up."
"Where do you think you're going," Rossiter asked. "We need you to help with the roundup!"
"I'm going to collect my fee Mr. Rossiter," Roland replied. "To collect my fee." And with that, he disappeared into the foliage.
Miguel Sanchez dropped the speed bird into gear and the battered car groaned forward. As it moved ahead, it revealed Darris, lying underneath it, ego bruised worse than body. Everyone around him was still laughing hysterically.
In the jungle, Ajay Sidahu took a step into the bush, but at a ninety- degree angle away from the direction in which the animal's tracks lead.
"Ajay," Roland said. Ajay turned. Roland pointed in the direction in which the footprints lead. "I'm no tracker, but even I can read this spoor."
"Do you wish to go where the animal has been, or where the animal is," Ajay asked.
Roland smiles. "The animal is way to far from here now. There is no way that we'll be able to get there anyway, cause we're about to be attacked."
"What do you mean," Ajay asked, becoming frightened.
"Cause we're being hunted," Roland replied. "It's close now. Not the size we want, but it'll work for a good cause."
Suddenly a Tyrannosaur came running out of the foliage, however it was a baby, only a few months old. The Tyrannosaurs that were already adults had had more babies and this was one of them.
"Now this is what I wanted," Roland smiled. "We can set up a trap and get the buck to come where we want it."
"How do you suppose we deal with this thing," Ajay asked. "He seems really angry."
"That's because his parents have left him out here alone," Roland replied. "I have a net with me. It's in my right cargo pocket. Distract the animal, while I get the net ready."
"How am I supposed to do that," Ajay asked.
"Do a dance," Roland replied, smiling. "Tell him a story. Sing him a song. Just do something."
Ajay ran for the baby Rex and tried to tackle the animal to the ground, while Roland started going through his pocket for the net. Instead of getting the animal, Ajay hit the dirt as the animal moved to the left. Ajay started coughing up dirt as he stood. He tried dusting himself off and just as he did, the baby Rex rammed into Ajay, sending him back to the ground with a thud.
Suddenly the net went flying over the baby Tyrannosaur as it struggled to try and get free. The animal screamed in terror as Ajay grabbed a hold of the trapped baby. Then Roland came over and helped his friend carry the baby away from the woods and back into the valley clearing.