32. WAKEUP CALL
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Friday, July 15, 1999 Santa Fe, Texas
Richard Levine was lying in bed asleep, trying to get away from the everyday worries of Paleontology work at The Santa Fe institute. He'd been working there ever since the visit to Isla Sorna with Ian Malcolm and Sarah Harding. He now worked in the science department with Malcolm, teaching several models of Chaos Theory mixed with Paleontology. This had became a new blend of science that Levine and Malcolm were able to accomplish after years of teaching and learning about all of the same things dealing with the incidents on Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna. They liked to call it Paleo Chaos
However, Levine was now resting, hoping that the alarm clock wouldn't go off any time soon.
Suddenly the phone started ringing, waking Levine, and sending him straight up, off his pillow. He stared at the phone.
"Who in God's name would be calling here now," Levine asked himself, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He picked up the phone to hear a crackling sound coming from the other end. "Oh great," Levine thought. "This call is going to be hard to understand."
He hated people calling him from cell phones. He believed that advancements in technology like cell phones and satellite phones were most of the time a waste of time. They hardly worked the right way, and when they did, he could never get through to whom he wanted to talk to or who was talking to him.
"Hello, Richard Levine speaking."
"Richard it's Marty," the words came from the phone, with scratchy sounds trying to break the conversation up. "We're... Sorna... help... please"
"Wait a second, Marty," Levine said shocked. "Did you say Sorna?"
"Yes... did," Guitierrez replied. "Send... please. Not... time. Military... must help... please."
"Ok, Marty I'm coming to get you," Levine said. "Just stay calm, I'll be there in a few hours."
"Meet... beach," Guitierrez said. "We'll... there."
"Ok," Levine replied. "Be careful, Marty. I'll be there as quickly as I can." Levine hung the phone up and started off getting his things together as fast as he could, going to his closet to get some things that he knew somehow he'd need.
* * *
Richard Levine drove his car as fast as he could to the local airport. He saw his cell phone sitting in the dashboard. "Whom else could I possibly call," Levine asked himself, as he continued to drive down the four-way at a fast speed, almost going over the speed limit. Levine had gotten to the point of where he would talk to himself all the time. It was a habit, but pretty much just part of his routine.
He picked up the phone and started dialing. The phone rang as it tried to connect to the number. He heard someone answer the phone.
"Hello," came the familiar voice.
"Hey, Ian, It's me Richard," Levine said through the phone. "We have to discuss something."
"Um, if this is about the lecture tonight don't worry," Malcolm replied. "I'll be there, but holy God, Richard do you have any idea what time it is?"
"No, Ian," Levine said. "This is about Isla Sorna."
"Richard, if I've told you this once I've told you a thousand times," Malcolm said, getting irritated. "I'm not going back to that island to try to reconnect those cameras. I won't set foot on that island ever again."
"That's the thing," Levine said. "A very dear friend of mine, Marty Guitierrez is on that island and probably not alone. He's in danger and so is everyone else that is with him. The only thing we can do is save them."
"Go if you like, Richard," Malcolm said. "I won't put myself in that kind of situation again no matter what. I've had to run from dinosaurs one too many times already and I won't fall for it again."
"Fine then, Ian. If you won't help me then you can go to hell," Levine screamed into the phone, as he hung up and slammed the phone to the floor of his car. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel, but forgot about his conversation with Malcolm when he saw the airport up ahead. He knew the only thing he could do now was put everything into his own hands, and save his friend before it was too late.
Levine got out of his car at the front gate, and went inside the airport getting ready for one of the most dangerous rescue missions he'd ever have to make. He hoped to God that he'd be able to save Guitierrez and everyone else, before it was too late.
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Friday, July 15, 1999 Santa Fe, Texas
Richard Levine was lying in bed asleep, trying to get away from the everyday worries of Paleontology work at The Santa Fe institute. He'd been working there ever since the visit to Isla Sorna with Ian Malcolm and Sarah Harding. He now worked in the science department with Malcolm, teaching several models of Chaos Theory mixed with Paleontology. This had became a new blend of science that Levine and Malcolm were able to accomplish after years of teaching and learning about all of the same things dealing with the incidents on Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna. They liked to call it Paleo Chaos
However, Levine was now resting, hoping that the alarm clock wouldn't go off any time soon.
Suddenly the phone started ringing, waking Levine, and sending him straight up, off his pillow. He stared at the phone.
"Who in God's name would be calling here now," Levine asked himself, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He picked up the phone to hear a crackling sound coming from the other end. "Oh great," Levine thought. "This call is going to be hard to understand."
He hated people calling him from cell phones. He believed that advancements in technology like cell phones and satellite phones were most of the time a waste of time. They hardly worked the right way, and when they did, he could never get through to whom he wanted to talk to or who was talking to him.
"Hello, Richard Levine speaking."
"Richard it's Marty," the words came from the phone, with scratchy sounds trying to break the conversation up. "We're... Sorna... help... please"
"Wait a second, Marty," Levine said shocked. "Did you say Sorna?"
"Yes... did," Guitierrez replied. "Send... please. Not... time. Military... must help... please."
"Ok, Marty I'm coming to get you," Levine said. "Just stay calm, I'll be there in a few hours."
"Meet... beach," Guitierrez said. "We'll... there."
"Ok," Levine replied. "Be careful, Marty. I'll be there as quickly as I can." Levine hung the phone up and started off getting his things together as fast as he could, going to his closet to get some things that he knew somehow he'd need.
* * *
Richard Levine drove his car as fast as he could to the local airport. He saw his cell phone sitting in the dashboard. "Whom else could I possibly call," Levine asked himself, as he continued to drive down the four-way at a fast speed, almost going over the speed limit. Levine had gotten to the point of where he would talk to himself all the time. It was a habit, but pretty much just part of his routine.
He picked up the phone and started dialing. The phone rang as it tried to connect to the number. He heard someone answer the phone.
"Hello," came the familiar voice.
"Hey, Ian, It's me Richard," Levine said through the phone. "We have to discuss something."
"Um, if this is about the lecture tonight don't worry," Malcolm replied. "I'll be there, but holy God, Richard do you have any idea what time it is?"
"No, Ian," Levine said. "This is about Isla Sorna."
"Richard, if I've told you this once I've told you a thousand times," Malcolm said, getting irritated. "I'm not going back to that island to try to reconnect those cameras. I won't set foot on that island ever again."
"That's the thing," Levine said. "A very dear friend of mine, Marty Guitierrez is on that island and probably not alone. He's in danger and so is everyone else that is with him. The only thing we can do is save them."
"Go if you like, Richard," Malcolm said. "I won't put myself in that kind of situation again no matter what. I've had to run from dinosaurs one too many times already and I won't fall for it again."
"Fine then, Ian. If you won't help me then you can go to hell," Levine screamed into the phone, as he hung up and slammed the phone to the floor of his car. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel, but forgot about his conversation with Malcolm when he saw the airport up ahead. He knew the only thing he could do now was put everything into his own hands, and save his friend before it was too late.
Levine got out of his car at the front gate, and went inside the airport getting ready for one of the most dangerous rescue missions he'd ever have to make. He hoped to God that he'd be able to save Guitierrez and everyone else, before it was too late.