(Note) If I mention any restaurants or music groups etc. I am
giving credit to them now, so I won't be held responsible for not giving
credit to them.
Chapter 2: Flight Preporations.
Two days past, and Tim got a call. It was Knight, who told him that they were about ready, and to pack what he was taking. They were to meet at the San Diego airport at 11:30 A.M., which gave Tim plenty of time to get going; He only lived a few miles outside of San Diego. He had already packed the night before, so he could go early. He decided to go ahead, and take a swing by McDonalds to get some food. He walked out onto the sidewalk, and removed his keys from his left blue jean pocket. His red '98 Camero sat on the side of the street, since he lived in an apartment building. He unlocked the driver side door and got in. The leather interior was warm, even for early in the morning. Tim revved the engine, and sped down the street. The radio was on, and Tim heard one of his favorite songs. It was by a newer band called Linkin Park, and the song was called In the End. He didn't think at the time that he was getting into danger once again, and that song, could be the last he would ever hear.
He reached the airport about 11:15 A.M. Aaron Knight came out through the doors and waved a greeting to him. Tim pulled into a parking space near the front of the building. Knight came over to his car and helped him out. He then grabbed Tim's one small suitcase from the back, and followed the young man in. "So Mr. Knight, are we about ready to leave?" Tim said.
"Soon," he replied, "Oh, and call me Aaron. Mr. Knight sounds too formal."
Tim nodded. Aaron sat Tim's bag on the conveyer to be delivered to the copter. He turned to face him, and said "So Tim, if I may call you so, since we are all here, let me introduce you to the team."
The two men walked outside. Tim observed three other men and one girl, about his age. The men were loading the helicopter, which was on the helipad, while the girl typed on her computer. Tim stepped closer to her, to see what she was typing. He could here her muttering the names of different dinosaurs, along with numbers; Tim assumed they meant the estimated numbers of how many there were of the different kinds. The girl looked up at Tim, a short smile crossing her face. Her long blonde hair waved in the wind, as the sun seemed to make it sparkle. Tim smiled back, and then took a minute to observe her features. She wore a short, blue tank top, and red shorts. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied.
"Ah, I see you've met Jessica," said Aaron, "Jessica Riley, meet Tim Murphy."
She smiled at him again and went back to typing. Aaron took Tim over to the men packing the copter. One moved forward and said "So, this is the kid you hired? Kinda scrawny, eh?"
The other two laughed then came over to meet him. "Sorry," the man said, "We always make fun of the new guys. My name is Terry Carrin."
Tim shook the man's hand, and then turned to the other two. "I'm Jake Winters," said the second man. He looked to be of African American origin, and was tall and muscular.
The third man looked to be about forty-five, and was about as muscular as the second man, but the third was as the first, a white male. He then spoke "The name is Peter Jennings, you stay outta my way, I'll stay outta yours. Got it?"
"Ignore Jennings, he just likes to work alone," said Carrin.
"Well, the copter is all packed," Aaron said, "Everyone ready?"
Chapter 2: Flight Preporations.
Two days past, and Tim got a call. It was Knight, who told him that they were about ready, and to pack what he was taking. They were to meet at the San Diego airport at 11:30 A.M., which gave Tim plenty of time to get going; He only lived a few miles outside of San Diego. He had already packed the night before, so he could go early. He decided to go ahead, and take a swing by McDonalds to get some food. He walked out onto the sidewalk, and removed his keys from his left blue jean pocket. His red '98 Camero sat on the side of the street, since he lived in an apartment building. He unlocked the driver side door and got in. The leather interior was warm, even for early in the morning. Tim revved the engine, and sped down the street. The radio was on, and Tim heard one of his favorite songs. It was by a newer band called Linkin Park, and the song was called In the End. He didn't think at the time that he was getting into danger once again, and that song, could be the last he would ever hear.
He reached the airport about 11:15 A.M. Aaron Knight came out through the doors and waved a greeting to him. Tim pulled into a parking space near the front of the building. Knight came over to his car and helped him out. He then grabbed Tim's one small suitcase from the back, and followed the young man in. "So Mr. Knight, are we about ready to leave?" Tim said.
"Soon," he replied, "Oh, and call me Aaron. Mr. Knight sounds too formal."
Tim nodded. Aaron sat Tim's bag on the conveyer to be delivered to the copter. He turned to face him, and said "So Tim, if I may call you so, since we are all here, let me introduce you to the team."
The two men walked outside. Tim observed three other men and one girl, about his age. The men were loading the helicopter, which was on the helipad, while the girl typed on her computer. Tim stepped closer to her, to see what she was typing. He could here her muttering the names of different dinosaurs, along with numbers; Tim assumed they meant the estimated numbers of how many there were of the different kinds. The girl looked up at Tim, a short smile crossing her face. Her long blonde hair waved in the wind, as the sun seemed to make it sparkle. Tim smiled back, and then took a minute to observe her features. She wore a short, blue tank top, and red shorts. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied.
"Ah, I see you've met Jessica," said Aaron, "Jessica Riley, meet Tim Murphy."
She smiled at him again and went back to typing. Aaron took Tim over to the men packing the copter. One moved forward and said "So, this is the kid you hired? Kinda scrawny, eh?"
The other two laughed then came over to meet him. "Sorry," the man said, "We always make fun of the new guys. My name is Terry Carrin."
Tim shook the man's hand, and then turned to the other two. "I'm Jake Winters," said the second man. He looked to be of African American origin, and was tall and muscular.
The third man looked to be about forty-five, and was about as muscular as the second man, but the third was as the first, a white male. He then spoke "The name is Peter Jennings, you stay outta my way, I'll stay outta yours. Got it?"
"Ignore Jennings, he just likes to work alone," said Carrin.
"Well, the copter is all packed," Aaron said, "Everyone ready?"