FIRST CONFIGURATION
"These early drawings identify an unknown factor to all of the interested
parties."
IAN MALCOLM
DAY 1: NEW YORK
August 14, 2001
1. TROUBLE IN MECHANICS
The Dilophosaur stood eight feet tall with twin crests on its head. The animal was green and had very sharp teeth. The Spitter was searching and hunting for something in the clearing from the bushes. There was a small rat in the field walking around, looking for food itself. The attack came sudden as the Spitter leaped from the bushes right on the rodent and bent down to bite into the animal as it screamed, but then stopped as the motor in the Spitter began to break down and stop with sparks of electricity going everywhere.
Dr. Hunter Coleman stood behind the glass, wearing cargo pants and a black tee shirt, sighing and cursing under his breath. Once again the mechanisms were faulty. He couldn't understand what the problem was. All of the systems checked out with the specialists and the parts were put together correctly. He just couldn't understand what was wrong. His whole team was working non-stop, day through night, and still there was no real solution to the problems that they were facing.
Hunter was a 24-year-old Paleontologist just out of college and was still having trouble in getting his own dig site. He had been working at the Museum of Natural History in New York for the past few months trying to get in the good graces of the "Main Men" for that long, and couldn't get any attention. Most of the people he worked for weren't even Paleontologists. They were a bunch of rich people that had bought stock in the Museum's funding. Hunter couldn't understand why these people; especially the one named Paul was so interested in dinosaurs. Paul also obviously didn't care about the fact that Hunter was a Paleontologist. He was always counting on his friend, Michael Blevins, to make everything work smoothly. He was the only person that the man seemed to want to deal with and help out. Michael was still in college for crying out loud! If he didn't already know that the man was married to a woman, he'd thought that Paul and Michael had a little something going on during off hours. This was not to mention the fact that his wife was just two years ago his ex-wife. They had gotten back together because of something odd had happened to bring them back together.
Hunter shook those thoughts away and pushed an intercom button on the keyboard in front of him. "Katie, the machine failed again. Would you please come up here?"
Hunter sighed and pulled his head down, placing his arms over it. He couldn't believe what he was being put through. These stupid machines didn't even look like Dilophosaurs, or at least the ones that he learned about in College. These animals were green for one thing. He'd always imagined that they were a reddish brown. However, that was the least of the problems. The stupid animal had a colorful fan that would pop out of its neck and it could fucking spit! Who had ever heard of a spitting dinosaur? The fact was that this machine didn't want to work correctly. His boss would be there in an hour, and he still had nothing to show for his work. The reason that he had was always that he didn't know how to work these machines. His boss then made him take night classes so he could understand everything. Hunter had grown to hate his boss and wanted to strangle him every time he'd seen him.
Suddenly Katie Roberts stepped into the door rushing up to Hunter to see what the problem was. She began to shake the man back to life. Hunter sat back up and looked at Katie sadly.
"Is this hell ever going to end," he asked the girl.
Katie smiled. "I don't know Doctor. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll eventually figure all this out."
Hunter stood and went over to the door and began banging his head into it. Katie ran over and pulled him away from the door and brought him back over to his chair and sat the man back down. She could see that he was now crying. The man was falling apart right in front of her. This had never happened to Hunter before that she could remember. The man had always had a happy life and it got better everyday, until he got out of College she had heard from him later. He was married, but yet he'd never told Katie about his marriage or anything else really. All she'd heard was that he was having a good life with the woman he was married to. The weird thing about it was that she had looked up his past history and had found nothing on a Hunter Coleman. It was so odd. It was like he'd changed his last or first name one, to something else. When she'd confronted him with this info he just laughed and turned away. To this day she barely knew anything about him and now he was coming apart right before her.
"I can't take this anymore Katie," Hunter almost practically screamed. "What does this man want from me? Why do I have to do all of this non-sense that has nothing to do with Paleontology?" Hunter fell onto the floor and wept even more.
Katie sighed. "Would you calm down? The boss will be here any minute. You don't want him to see you like this. Come on and get up."
"You're right," Hunter said catching his breath.
"I'm going to the rest room," Katie implied. "Warn me when he has arrived."
"Sure," Hunter replied. Katie walked out of the room. Hunter looked back at the mechanical Dilophosaur and sighed. What in the world was he going to tell the boss when he arrived? This was all just not working out at all for him, and he was so afraid for his future as a Paleontologist.
Suddenly the door opened to reveal Edward Campbell. Campbell was 66 and wore a dark blue Armani suit. He also carried a briefcase in hand. He seemed a little agitated like he was in a hurry to get somewhere.
Hunter turned around to look at the man. He hadn't ever seen him before and was wondering why he was there. "Can I help you, sir?"
"That's not the question here Doctor," Campbell replied. "The question is can I help you." The man extended his hand and shook Hunter's. "My name is Edward Campbell of the genetics company Zinj."
Campbell seemed very tense and not at all calm. He also didn't seem like a very great speaker when it came to much of anything. Well, Hunter was the same way. He never liked getting up in front of people before he'd taken Drama classes in high school. Even after that he still didn't like giving speeches, and especially lectures. The lectures were hardly a picnic. Every time he tried to have one he'd get flocked by millions of questions about Jurassic Park and he never even experienced one of the expeditions to the islands. He was too young when the rumors first came around. He was 12 years old and played with his friends at that time.
He had, however, remembered hearing stories about babies in Costa Rica being bitten by vicious lizards, but he'd paid no mind to it for he was only twelve and just cared about his friends and having fun. Then, he'd heard, 6 years later when he was 18, about some kind of Lost World hypothesis made known by a Paleontologist named Richard Levine. He wasn't really sure whether to believe it or not, but there were rumors that parasailing companies had started taking people out to a certain island and had let them parasail there for money. That was when the third known accident came up. An accident had occurred with some parasailing people and a rescue mission had to be sent out to save them. That was when the incident in San Diego occurred and what lead to the bombing of Isla Sorna.
The mysteries of Jurassic Park did seem odd to Hunter and to everyone else for that matter, but the fact remained that everyone were still interested in it and wanted to know everyone's opinions on the park, the islands, and even the people that had went to the islands. Hunter was really getting sick of it and just finally decided to stop having lectures all together.
"What is it that you'd like you help me with," Hunter asked, very interested in knowing what the man had to offer a bored Paleontologist that was getting no where.
"Why my boy, I'd like to help you to be what you want to be and more," he replied very happily. So happy that it frightened Hunter. "You are a Paleontologist aren't you?"
"Yes."
"And yet you're trapped in this museum working on these stupid machines! My boy, this is your chance to study the real thing! I'm inviting you to actually study real living dinosaurs for much more money then you could ever dream of."
"Did he just say living dinosaurs," Hunter thought to himself. He obviously couldn't have been talking about Isla Sorna. That island had been bombed a few years ago because of the accident in San Diego. It was said that an adult Tyrannosaurus rampaged the city causing death and destruction. This was thanks to a man named Jeff Rossiter whom owned a bioengineering company just like this man before Hunter. The company that Rossiter owned however was called Biosyn, and apparently Biosyn had tried a little futile attempt at getting the InGen dinosaurs twice. After Rossiter's mysterious death, his son, Matt, shut the company down for good. Now it all seemed too good for the world to believe that everything dealing with the so-called Jurassic Park incidents was closed.
The US military had of course finally gotten fed up with all the incidents on Sorna and decided to destroy it and everything that inhabited it. This was just like what the Costa Rican Government had done to the animals on Isla Nublar. It was to be known that all remaining evidence of InGen's animals had finally become extinct.
"What do you mean by living dinosaurs," Hunter asked finally after pondering everything that was on the InGen case. He'd studied all about Jurassic Park in his early years of Paleontology just to know the information at hand incase he were to ever be asked about it by his teachers. That was actually what had gotten him interested in the field. Before becoming a Paleontologist, he'd wanted to be a movie director like the great Steven Spielberg or the amazing Tim Burton, or perhaps even the Star Wars magician George Lucas himself. However, dinosaurs were also at the top of his list when it came to loving almost anything. He'd loved them since he was a kid and what kid didn't like dinosaurs? So he'd given up on the movie director idea and went for something far grander, or at least he thought it was.
"Just exactly what I said," Campbell replied with a smile. "My company, Zinj, owns a little preserve in the Congo. It's pretty much a secret set up until everything is finished. Our sponsors however, are having trouble believing that we'll succeed where InGen failed, and-"
"Wait a second," Hunter said almost yelling. "Are you telling me that you have somehow stole InGen's dinosaurs even with them all extinct?"
"Not really, no. In plain fact we've not stolen anything, because InGen is bankrupted. We've just picked up where they left off, and the fact is that they're not all extinct." Before becoming the owner of Zinj Bioengineering, Edward Campbell was a member of Earth First. Earth First was an animal loyalist group that was against the testing of animals in labs. He'd even went to Isla Sorna with several other members in hopes of stopping the military from destroying the island, to only be pulled off the island by their own military, but not before Campbell was able to get into the labs on Sorna and take some of the old InGen documents that told him what he needed to know. InGen had apparently created a Site C in the Congo. There were larger and more elegant labs in that area and it was more suitable for real lab testing that couldn't be done on Site B. The labs there were abandoned, but the animals were still in cages! Somehow they'd all survived in the cages for years without human interaction. The area was mainly run by mechanisms that fed the animals an unlimited supply of food, and after all of those years, the mechanisms still worked.
After they were taken off the island, Campbell started getting together employees that were going to be loyal to him and the project. That was when he opened his company, at that time unnamed. They later began construction on the project called "Jurassic Congo". The reason for the name was because the park would be built in the Congo right in the area of Site C. After long months of construction, the name of the company was given as Zinj. The reason was because where construction was taking place was at one time a city named Zinj. The history of The Lost City of Zinj was still a little of a mystery, but not as much as it used to be. This was all thanks to the research by Dr. Karen Ross and Dr. Peter Elliot. Those two had discovered what had been going on in Zinj and survived to tell about it, unlike countless people before.
After construction of the paddocks the animals would be in were compete and power was in place, the Zinj crew moved the animals from the Site C labs to the open paddocks where the animals would live their lives for the first time out in the open air.
"So, you're saying that you've created your own park with the InGen dinosaurs from this Site C and it was mainly to save the animals," Hunter asked confused.
"Yes actually," Campbell replied. "I did it for Earth First in the beginning, but later realized that I could make a stronger force then John Hammond had ever hoped for."
"Well then, that brings me to this one question," Hunter replied pausing to think of the right way to word this. "Why did you need to tell me this? I'm just a young Paleontologist that has very little experience."
"That's what Zinj needs," Campbell replied happily. "We need a young willing Paleontologist for the project."
"There's a catch to this isn't there," Hunter asked wirily.
"Not really. The only thing is that I need you and a few other people to sign off on the park itself before we can get it all up and running."
"Whom else are you trying to get for this little sign off of yours?"
"Well as of right now I only have a Dr. Alex Ventral. Have you heard of him?"
"Only that he's the most well known Zoologist in the world," Hunter replied excitedly. Alex Ventral was well known in the field for all of his research put forth on African Lions. Dr. Ventral had uncovered so much information on lions that he'd even surpassed the great Sarah Harding. He'd discovered a lot of valuable information on the nurturing habits of the animals, and he had gone down in the books many times for those discoveries.
Campbell chuckled. "You know your scientists. If you're worried about being paid for this you don't have to. Zinj has already made billions off of this park and have spent millions more. We are willing to pay you enough money to get yourself permantely out of here and too much better things in your life. So what do you say? Are you up to seeing what you've always wanted to study?"
Hunter smiled after thinking it over for quite awhile looking around his work area and at the Dilophosaurus machine in the next room through the viewing glass. He thought about what a big mistake he was making, but finally realized that he needed this more then anything else he could ever hope for. This was his chance at glory and he wasn't going to let it slip out of his fingers. "Ok, you've got me."
"Wonderful! We'll be leaving for San Francisco in an few hours." Campbell got up to leave.
"What about all the people that went through what happened on those islands? You know they aren't going to approve of this."
"Actually the sponsors said that I needed at least one of the JP survivors to go along before they'd consider allowing the park to even be opened."
"Have you got someone," Hunter asked.
"Not yet," Campbell replied. "I'm off to try the last person that might be able to do so."
"Who would that be," Hunter asked very interested.
Campbell sighed. "I'm hoping his name is Eric Kirby. I'm flying out to San Francisco in a few hours as I said before so that I can get him. Make sure to take the earliest flight that you can to get out there and we'll leave from there to the Congo. You'll need to meet me at the San Francisco International Airport. Don't worry about finding me. I'll find you." With those words the man left the room and Hunter behind.
Hunter just stood there for a long time staring forward as shocked as a field mouse being stalked by a tiger. "Did he just say the name of Paul's son?" He couldn't believe it. Paul Kirby's son was actually going to be invited on this trip? He didn't dislike Eric. He actually admired and cared for him. He even loved him in a way! Hunter was just afraid that where Eric went, Paul would surely follow, and that Hunter was afraid of.
Suddenly a voice broke over the intercom, which sounded like Katie's. "May I have your attention please," The voice echoed through the building. "Would all personal please report to the front entrance? Today's special guests for the lecture have arrived. They are Dr. Alan Grant and his wife."
Hunter Coleman suddenly felt great anticipation increase in his body as he started for the door. He was very excited to see the world re-known Paleontologist that went to Jurassic Park all those years ago. The only problem was that he had to also tell him that he was leaving. Hunter walked out of the control room and into the hallway toward his destiny.
"These early drawings identify an unknown factor to all of the interested
parties."
IAN MALCOLM
DAY 1: NEW YORK
August 14, 2001
1. TROUBLE IN MECHANICS
The Dilophosaur stood eight feet tall with twin crests on its head. The animal was green and had very sharp teeth. The Spitter was searching and hunting for something in the clearing from the bushes. There was a small rat in the field walking around, looking for food itself. The attack came sudden as the Spitter leaped from the bushes right on the rodent and bent down to bite into the animal as it screamed, but then stopped as the motor in the Spitter began to break down and stop with sparks of electricity going everywhere.
Dr. Hunter Coleman stood behind the glass, wearing cargo pants and a black tee shirt, sighing and cursing under his breath. Once again the mechanisms were faulty. He couldn't understand what the problem was. All of the systems checked out with the specialists and the parts were put together correctly. He just couldn't understand what was wrong. His whole team was working non-stop, day through night, and still there was no real solution to the problems that they were facing.
Hunter was a 24-year-old Paleontologist just out of college and was still having trouble in getting his own dig site. He had been working at the Museum of Natural History in New York for the past few months trying to get in the good graces of the "Main Men" for that long, and couldn't get any attention. Most of the people he worked for weren't even Paleontologists. They were a bunch of rich people that had bought stock in the Museum's funding. Hunter couldn't understand why these people; especially the one named Paul was so interested in dinosaurs. Paul also obviously didn't care about the fact that Hunter was a Paleontologist. He was always counting on his friend, Michael Blevins, to make everything work smoothly. He was the only person that the man seemed to want to deal with and help out. Michael was still in college for crying out loud! If he didn't already know that the man was married to a woman, he'd thought that Paul and Michael had a little something going on during off hours. This was not to mention the fact that his wife was just two years ago his ex-wife. They had gotten back together because of something odd had happened to bring them back together.
Hunter shook those thoughts away and pushed an intercom button on the keyboard in front of him. "Katie, the machine failed again. Would you please come up here?"
Hunter sighed and pulled his head down, placing his arms over it. He couldn't believe what he was being put through. These stupid machines didn't even look like Dilophosaurs, or at least the ones that he learned about in College. These animals were green for one thing. He'd always imagined that they were a reddish brown. However, that was the least of the problems. The stupid animal had a colorful fan that would pop out of its neck and it could fucking spit! Who had ever heard of a spitting dinosaur? The fact was that this machine didn't want to work correctly. His boss would be there in an hour, and he still had nothing to show for his work. The reason that he had was always that he didn't know how to work these machines. His boss then made him take night classes so he could understand everything. Hunter had grown to hate his boss and wanted to strangle him every time he'd seen him.
Suddenly Katie Roberts stepped into the door rushing up to Hunter to see what the problem was. She began to shake the man back to life. Hunter sat back up and looked at Katie sadly.
"Is this hell ever going to end," he asked the girl.
Katie smiled. "I don't know Doctor. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll eventually figure all this out."
Hunter stood and went over to the door and began banging his head into it. Katie ran over and pulled him away from the door and brought him back over to his chair and sat the man back down. She could see that he was now crying. The man was falling apart right in front of her. This had never happened to Hunter before that she could remember. The man had always had a happy life and it got better everyday, until he got out of College she had heard from him later. He was married, but yet he'd never told Katie about his marriage or anything else really. All she'd heard was that he was having a good life with the woman he was married to. The weird thing about it was that she had looked up his past history and had found nothing on a Hunter Coleman. It was so odd. It was like he'd changed his last or first name one, to something else. When she'd confronted him with this info he just laughed and turned away. To this day she barely knew anything about him and now he was coming apart right before her.
"I can't take this anymore Katie," Hunter almost practically screamed. "What does this man want from me? Why do I have to do all of this non-sense that has nothing to do with Paleontology?" Hunter fell onto the floor and wept even more.
Katie sighed. "Would you calm down? The boss will be here any minute. You don't want him to see you like this. Come on and get up."
"You're right," Hunter said catching his breath.
"I'm going to the rest room," Katie implied. "Warn me when he has arrived."
"Sure," Hunter replied. Katie walked out of the room. Hunter looked back at the mechanical Dilophosaur and sighed. What in the world was he going to tell the boss when he arrived? This was all just not working out at all for him, and he was so afraid for his future as a Paleontologist.
Suddenly the door opened to reveal Edward Campbell. Campbell was 66 and wore a dark blue Armani suit. He also carried a briefcase in hand. He seemed a little agitated like he was in a hurry to get somewhere.
Hunter turned around to look at the man. He hadn't ever seen him before and was wondering why he was there. "Can I help you, sir?"
"That's not the question here Doctor," Campbell replied. "The question is can I help you." The man extended his hand and shook Hunter's. "My name is Edward Campbell of the genetics company Zinj."
Campbell seemed very tense and not at all calm. He also didn't seem like a very great speaker when it came to much of anything. Well, Hunter was the same way. He never liked getting up in front of people before he'd taken Drama classes in high school. Even after that he still didn't like giving speeches, and especially lectures. The lectures were hardly a picnic. Every time he tried to have one he'd get flocked by millions of questions about Jurassic Park and he never even experienced one of the expeditions to the islands. He was too young when the rumors first came around. He was 12 years old and played with his friends at that time.
He had, however, remembered hearing stories about babies in Costa Rica being bitten by vicious lizards, but he'd paid no mind to it for he was only twelve and just cared about his friends and having fun. Then, he'd heard, 6 years later when he was 18, about some kind of Lost World hypothesis made known by a Paleontologist named Richard Levine. He wasn't really sure whether to believe it or not, but there were rumors that parasailing companies had started taking people out to a certain island and had let them parasail there for money. That was when the third known accident came up. An accident had occurred with some parasailing people and a rescue mission had to be sent out to save them. That was when the incident in San Diego occurred and what lead to the bombing of Isla Sorna.
The mysteries of Jurassic Park did seem odd to Hunter and to everyone else for that matter, but the fact remained that everyone were still interested in it and wanted to know everyone's opinions on the park, the islands, and even the people that had went to the islands. Hunter was really getting sick of it and just finally decided to stop having lectures all together.
"What is it that you'd like you help me with," Hunter asked, very interested in knowing what the man had to offer a bored Paleontologist that was getting no where.
"Why my boy, I'd like to help you to be what you want to be and more," he replied very happily. So happy that it frightened Hunter. "You are a Paleontologist aren't you?"
"Yes."
"And yet you're trapped in this museum working on these stupid machines! My boy, this is your chance to study the real thing! I'm inviting you to actually study real living dinosaurs for much more money then you could ever dream of."
"Did he just say living dinosaurs," Hunter thought to himself. He obviously couldn't have been talking about Isla Sorna. That island had been bombed a few years ago because of the accident in San Diego. It was said that an adult Tyrannosaurus rampaged the city causing death and destruction. This was thanks to a man named Jeff Rossiter whom owned a bioengineering company just like this man before Hunter. The company that Rossiter owned however was called Biosyn, and apparently Biosyn had tried a little futile attempt at getting the InGen dinosaurs twice. After Rossiter's mysterious death, his son, Matt, shut the company down for good. Now it all seemed too good for the world to believe that everything dealing with the so-called Jurassic Park incidents was closed.
The US military had of course finally gotten fed up with all the incidents on Sorna and decided to destroy it and everything that inhabited it. This was just like what the Costa Rican Government had done to the animals on Isla Nublar. It was to be known that all remaining evidence of InGen's animals had finally become extinct.
"What do you mean by living dinosaurs," Hunter asked finally after pondering everything that was on the InGen case. He'd studied all about Jurassic Park in his early years of Paleontology just to know the information at hand incase he were to ever be asked about it by his teachers. That was actually what had gotten him interested in the field. Before becoming a Paleontologist, he'd wanted to be a movie director like the great Steven Spielberg or the amazing Tim Burton, or perhaps even the Star Wars magician George Lucas himself. However, dinosaurs were also at the top of his list when it came to loving almost anything. He'd loved them since he was a kid and what kid didn't like dinosaurs? So he'd given up on the movie director idea and went for something far grander, or at least he thought it was.
"Just exactly what I said," Campbell replied with a smile. "My company, Zinj, owns a little preserve in the Congo. It's pretty much a secret set up until everything is finished. Our sponsors however, are having trouble believing that we'll succeed where InGen failed, and-"
"Wait a second," Hunter said almost yelling. "Are you telling me that you have somehow stole InGen's dinosaurs even with them all extinct?"
"Not really, no. In plain fact we've not stolen anything, because InGen is bankrupted. We've just picked up where they left off, and the fact is that they're not all extinct." Before becoming the owner of Zinj Bioengineering, Edward Campbell was a member of Earth First. Earth First was an animal loyalist group that was against the testing of animals in labs. He'd even went to Isla Sorna with several other members in hopes of stopping the military from destroying the island, to only be pulled off the island by their own military, but not before Campbell was able to get into the labs on Sorna and take some of the old InGen documents that told him what he needed to know. InGen had apparently created a Site C in the Congo. There were larger and more elegant labs in that area and it was more suitable for real lab testing that couldn't be done on Site B. The labs there were abandoned, but the animals were still in cages! Somehow they'd all survived in the cages for years without human interaction. The area was mainly run by mechanisms that fed the animals an unlimited supply of food, and after all of those years, the mechanisms still worked.
After they were taken off the island, Campbell started getting together employees that were going to be loyal to him and the project. That was when he opened his company, at that time unnamed. They later began construction on the project called "Jurassic Congo". The reason for the name was because the park would be built in the Congo right in the area of Site C. After long months of construction, the name of the company was given as Zinj. The reason was because where construction was taking place was at one time a city named Zinj. The history of The Lost City of Zinj was still a little of a mystery, but not as much as it used to be. This was all thanks to the research by Dr. Karen Ross and Dr. Peter Elliot. Those two had discovered what had been going on in Zinj and survived to tell about it, unlike countless people before.
After construction of the paddocks the animals would be in were compete and power was in place, the Zinj crew moved the animals from the Site C labs to the open paddocks where the animals would live their lives for the first time out in the open air.
"So, you're saying that you've created your own park with the InGen dinosaurs from this Site C and it was mainly to save the animals," Hunter asked confused.
"Yes actually," Campbell replied. "I did it for Earth First in the beginning, but later realized that I could make a stronger force then John Hammond had ever hoped for."
"Well then, that brings me to this one question," Hunter replied pausing to think of the right way to word this. "Why did you need to tell me this? I'm just a young Paleontologist that has very little experience."
"That's what Zinj needs," Campbell replied happily. "We need a young willing Paleontologist for the project."
"There's a catch to this isn't there," Hunter asked wirily.
"Not really. The only thing is that I need you and a few other people to sign off on the park itself before we can get it all up and running."
"Whom else are you trying to get for this little sign off of yours?"
"Well as of right now I only have a Dr. Alex Ventral. Have you heard of him?"
"Only that he's the most well known Zoologist in the world," Hunter replied excitedly. Alex Ventral was well known in the field for all of his research put forth on African Lions. Dr. Ventral had uncovered so much information on lions that he'd even surpassed the great Sarah Harding. He'd discovered a lot of valuable information on the nurturing habits of the animals, and he had gone down in the books many times for those discoveries.
Campbell chuckled. "You know your scientists. If you're worried about being paid for this you don't have to. Zinj has already made billions off of this park and have spent millions more. We are willing to pay you enough money to get yourself permantely out of here and too much better things in your life. So what do you say? Are you up to seeing what you've always wanted to study?"
Hunter smiled after thinking it over for quite awhile looking around his work area and at the Dilophosaurus machine in the next room through the viewing glass. He thought about what a big mistake he was making, but finally realized that he needed this more then anything else he could ever hope for. This was his chance at glory and he wasn't going to let it slip out of his fingers. "Ok, you've got me."
"Wonderful! We'll be leaving for San Francisco in an few hours." Campbell got up to leave.
"What about all the people that went through what happened on those islands? You know they aren't going to approve of this."
"Actually the sponsors said that I needed at least one of the JP survivors to go along before they'd consider allowing the park to even be opened."
"Have you got someone," Hunter asked.
"Not yet," Campbell replied. "I'm off to try the last person that might be able to do so."
"Who would that be," Hunter asked very interested.
Campbell sighed. "I'm hoping his name is Eric Kirby. I'm flying out to San Francisco in a few hours as I said before so that I can get him. Make sure to take the earliest flight that you can to get out there and we'll leave from there to the Congo. You'll need to meet me at the San Francisco International Airport. Don't worry about finding me. I'll find you." With those words the man left the room and Hunter behind.
Hunter just stood there for a long time staring forward as shocked as a field mouse being stalked by a tiger. "Did he just say the name of Paul's son?" He couldn't believe it. Paul Kirby's son was actually going to be invited on this trip? He didn't dislike Eric. He actually admired and cared for him. He even loved him in a way! Hunter was just afraid that where Eric went, Paul would surely follow, and that Hunter was afraid of.
Suddenly a voice broke over the intercom, which sounded like Katie's. "May I have your attention please," The voice echoed through the building. "Would all personal please report to the front entrance? Today's special guests for the lecture have arrived. They are Dr. Alan Grant and his wife."
Hunter Coleman suddenly felt great anticipation increase in his body as he started for the door. He was very excited to see the world re-known Paleontologist that went to Jurassic Park all those years ago. The only problem was that he had to also tell him that he was leaving. Hunter walked out of the control room and into the hallway toward his destiny.