Chapter 2
The tall blond man checked the email for about the tenth time. He couldn't believe it, why of all people would the Judge pick him. He smiled, the message wasn't a request it was an order, and Chris Larabee wasn't a man to pass up an order from his old friend. He picked up the phone and dialled.
"Hello, this is Casey Wells, Judge Travis's secretary. How may I help you?" came the soft young voice from the other end.
"I would like to speak to the Judge please, this is Chris Larabee." He stated politely.
"Please hold Mr Larabee while I patch you through," Casey replied, "He has been inspecting your call," she added before putting him on hold.
Chris cringed he hated the music they put you on hold with; fortunately he didn't have to suffer for long.
"Judge Travis!"
"Judge, it's Chris. I received your e-mail, how long do I have?" he asked.
"Your team will depart from Denver airport in a weeks time," came the satisfied reply.
"I'll be there! I just need to find three of my own men."
"Very well Chris, good luck." Larabee heard the click as the connection was cut off.
He was about to dial another number when he heard a commotion outside. Chris walked out of his apartment to find five, obviously drink men beating up a black man. What disgusted him the most was people were just walking past and not helping. Across the street Chris saw a young man with shoulder-length brown hair, who had also taken interest in the men's activity.
As if the man knew he was being watched he looked up and straight at Chris. Both men's eyes locked and they instantly trusted each other. Chris nodded his head in the
men's direction and the young man nodded his head in agreement as they headed towards the drunkards.
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The drunkards took turns in using the black man as a punch bag, one of the men was just taking a swing when he heard a cough for attention and he turned sharply, almost falling over from the movement, to face who ever had interrupted their fun.
Two men stood before them, one was tall with blond hair 'and obviously colour blind' thought the drunk as he took in the man clad only in black and next to him stood a thin man, with long brown hair, wearing jeans and t-shirt.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked, his words slurring together as the result of drinking too much.
"Leave him alone!" the man clad in black said, indicating towards the black man. "Reckon ya'd all be happier if ya jist left" came the soft Texan voice from the longhaired man.
"Not a chance boys!" yelled the drunken followed by the others laughter.
"I doubt you'd be able to throw a decent punch considering how drunk you are" the man in black replied, getting ready for a fight.
"Oh we'll see bout that cowboy"
"You just call me a cowboy?"
"Yep! You gonna do something bout it?"
"Yep!" and before the drunkard could react, he had received a punch square in the jaw leaving him on the ground unconscious. The man in black turned round after being hit in the back, he struck out catching other drunkard in the chest and then in the jaw. 'Two down three to go' he mentally counted. He noticed another man fly past him landing on his back 'make that two to go' he nodded at the Texan.
As they both took down the fourth man, the fifth stuck his hands in the air
"Alright I'm going, just don't hit me" he pleaded, just before running down the street.
"Name's Chris" the man in black said.
"Vin Tanner" the Texan replied. He then walked other to the black man, who was attempting to pick himself up.
"Ya ok pard?" he asked.
"Thanks to you two, yea," he replied "I'm Nathan Jackson" he held out
his hand, which Vin took.
"I'm Vin Tanner, that there's Chris other there" he replied pointing towards the man in black, who was currently on his cell phone.
"Look, I don't care if your busy, just meet me at four corners" Chris almost shouted down the phone.
"We got a job!" he added before ending the call.
"We going fer a drink?" Chris almost jumped at the soft Texan drawl.
"If you want" he replied with a shrug.
"Reckon we could all do with a drink," Vin said, "This job open to
anyone?" he added.
"Depends...we'll talk later" Chris said, as they headed in the direction of Four Corners.
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The three men sat at the bar, waiting to be served. They didn't have to wait long until a young woman stopped in front of them.
"Senors!" she said, "what can I get you?"
"Three beers please Inez!" Chris replied. Inez nodded and started pouring the drinks. "Get in to a fight Senor?" she asked Nathan, indicating the bruises.
"Kind of," he replied, "Think I may have bruised ribs too". She smiled sympathetically.
"Well at least you can heal yourself Senor," she said, handing them their drinks and then walking off to see to her other customers.
"You a Doctor?" Vin asked Nathan, hearing what Inez had said to him.
"Not a qualified Doctor, but I picked up a few things, so I pretty much know how to heal most things." He replied, taking a sip of his beer.
Chris turned to Vin "You got a job?" he asked.
"Not at the moment, had a few though," he replied.
"Yea? What were they?" Nathan asked, interested in what his previous jobs were.
"Umm, was a bounty hunter fer a while, tracker and even been a sharpshooter." He replied casually.
Chris smiled "Want a job?" he asked both Nathan and Vin.
"Depends what it is" they both replied.
"We'll wait until my friend gets here and tell you what I've been told."
About ten minutes later a man of about 6'4'', with brown hair and a moustache walked in. When he saw Chris he headed other to the bar.
"A beer please Inez darlin'" he said, as he leaned against the bar.
"Si Senor" she replied and handed him his drink.
"I'm wearing her down," he said, more to himself then anyone else.
"So Chris, what's this job that you dragged me away from Miss Emily for?" he asked, a slight bit of disappointment in his tone.
"I don't know all the details Buck, just what the Judge sent in his e-mail," he said "first things first. Buck Wilmington, this is Vin Tanner and Nathan Jackson!" he paused waiting for them to shake hands and say their hellos, and then he began to tell them what was in the Judge's e-mail.
Chris looked round at the astonished faces and tried to hold back a smirk.
"So we're going to...ha...destroy those animals on Isla Sourna?" Buck asked hesitantly.
"Yep" Chris replied.
"Those are damn dinosaurs Chris " Vin said "And the Judge is sending one team! One team ain't gonna be enough and shouldn't he be sending, well ya know...dinosaur experts like that Dr Grant fella".
"Well if you ain't interested, then I'll find three other men" Chris said starting to get up.
"Hell pard I never said I wouldn't come," Vin said, "Hell ya gonna need one hell of a sharpshooter". Chris smiled at Vin's statement.
"And you and me Chris have been through a lot together, you can't leave me outta this!" Buck said.
Chris turned to Nathan who hadn't said a word since Chris told them what the e-mail said " you in Pard? He asked.
"You gonna need someone to patch you up after those creatures tear you up," he said "Yea I'm in!"
Chris smiled "Well then, meet me at Denver airport in a weeks time, I'll let you know the times when I can" Chris said, and with that said he went back to drinking his beer.
The tall blond man checked the email for about the tenth time. He couldn't believe it, why of all people would the Judge pick him. He smiled, the message wasn't a request it was an order, and Chris Larabee wasn't a man to pass up an order from his old friend. He picked up the phone and dialled.
"Hello, this is Casey Wells, Judge Travis's secretary. How may I help you?" came the soft young voice from the other end.
"I would like to speak to the Judge please, this is Chris Larabee." He stated politely.
"Please hold Mr Larabee while I patch you through," Casey replied, "He has been inspecting your call," she added before putting him on hold.
Chris cringed he hated the music they put you on hold with; fortunately he didn't have to suffer for long.
"Judge Travis!"
"Judge, it's Chris. I received your e-mail, how long do I have?" he asked.
"Your team will depart from Denver airport in a weeks time," came the satisfied reply.
"I'll be there! I just need to find three of my own men."
"Very well Chris, good luck." Larabee heard the click as the connection was cut off.
He was about to dial another number when he heard a commotion outside. Chris walked out of his apartment to find five, obviously drink men beating up a black man. What disgusted him the most was people were just walking past and not helping. Across the street Chris saw a young man with shoulder-length brown hair, who had also taken interest in the men's activity.
As if the man knew he was being watched he looked up and straight at Chris. Both men's eyes locked and they instantly trusted each other. Chris nodded his head in the
men's direction and the young man nodded his head in agreement as they headed towards the drunkards.
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The drunkards took turns in using the black man as a punch bag, one of the men was just taking a swing when he heard a cough for attention and he turned sharply, almost falling over from the movement, to face who ever had interrupted their fun.
Two men stood before them, one was tall with blond hair 'and obviously colour blind' thought the drunk as he took in the man clad only in black and next to him stood a thin man, with long brown hair, wearing jeans and t-shirt.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked, his words slurring together as the result of drinking too much.
"Leave him alone!" the man clad in black said, indicating towards the black man. "Reckon ya'd all be happier if ya jist left" came the soft Texan voice from the longhaired man.
"Not a chance boys!" yelled the drunken followed by the others laughter.
"I doubt you'd be able to throw a decent punch considering how drunk you are" the man in black replied, getting ready for a fight.
"Oh we'll see bout that cowboy"
"You just call me a cowboy?"
"Yep! You gonna do something bout it?"
"Yep!" and before the drunkard could react, he had received a punch square in the jaw leaving him on the ground unconscious. The man in black turned round after being hit in the back, he struck out catching other drunkard in the chest and then in the jaw. 'Two down three to go' he mentally counted. He noticed another man fly past him landing on his back 'make that two to go' he nodded at the Texan.
As they both took down the fourth man, the fifth stuck his hands in the air
"Alright I'm going, just don't hit me" he pleaded, just before running down the street.
"Name's Chris" the man in black said.
"Vin Tanner" the Texan replied. He then walked other to the black man, who was attempting to pick himself up.
"Ya ok pard?" he asked.
"Thanks to you two, yea," he replied "I'm Nathan Jackson" he held out
his hand, which Vin took.
"I'm Vin Tanner, that there's Chris other there" he replied pointing towards the man in black, who was currently on his cell phone.
"Look, I don't care if your busy, just meet me at four corners" Chris almost shouted down the phone.
"We got a job!" he added before ending the call.
"We going fer a drink?" Chris almost jumped at the soft Texan drawl.
"If you want" he replied with a shrug.
"Reckon we could all do with a drink," Vin said, "This job open to
anyone?" he added.
"Depends...we'll talk later" Chris said, as they headed in the direction of Four Corners.
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The three men sat at the bar, waiting to be served. They didn't have to wait long until a young woman stopped in front of them.
"Senors!" she said, "what can I get you?"
"Three beers please Inez!" Chris replied. Inez nodded and started pouring the drinks. "Get in to a fight Senor?" she asked Nathan, indicating the bruises.
"Kind of," he replied, "Think I may have bruised ribs too". She smiled sympathetically.
"Well at least you can heal yourself Senor," she said, handing them their drinks and then walking off to see to her other customers.
"You a Doctor?" Vin asked Nathan, hearing what Inez had said to him.
"Not a qualified Doctor, but I picked up a few things, so I pretty much know how to heal most things." He replied, taking a sip of his beer.
Chris turned to Vin "You got a job?" he asked.
"Not at the moment, had a few though," he replied.
"Yea? What were they?" Nathan asked, interested in what his previous jobs were.
"Umm, was a bounty hunter fer a while, tracker and even been a sharpshooter." He replied casually.
Chris smiled "Want a job?" he asked both Nathan and Vin.
"Depends what it is" they both replied.
"We'll wait until my friend gets here and tell you what I've been told."
About ten minutes later a man of about 6'4'', with brown hair and a moustache walked in. When he saw Chris he headed other to the bar.
"A beer please Inez darlin'" he said, as he leaned against the bar.
"Si Senor" she replied and handed him his drink.
"I'm wearing her down," he said, more to himself then anyone else.
"So Chris, what's this job that you dragged me away from Miss Emily for?" he asked, a slight bit of disappointment in his tone.
"I don't know all the details Buck, just what the Judge sent in his e-mail," he said "first things first. Buck Wilmington, this is Vin Tanner and Nathan Jackson!" he paused waiting for them to shake hands and say their hellos, and then he began to tell them what was in the Judge's e-mail.
Chris looked round at the astonished faces and tried to hold back a smirk.
"So we're going to...ha...destroy those animals on Isla Sourna?" Buck asked hesitantly.
"Yep" Chris replied.
"Those are damn dinosaurs Chris " Vin said "And the Judge is sending one team! One team ain't gonna be enough and shouldn't he be sending, well ya know...dinosaur experts like that Dr Grant fella".
"Well if you ain't interested, then I'll find three other men" Chris said starting to get up.
"Hell pard I never said I wouldn't come," Vin said, "Hell ya gonna need one hell of a sharpshooter". Chris smiled at Vin's statement.
"And you and me Chris have been through a lot together, you can't leave me outta this!" Buck said.
Chris turned to Nathan who hadn't said a word since Chris told them what the e-mail said " you in Pard? He asked.
"You gonna need someone to patch you up after those creatures tear you up," he said "Yea I'm in!"
Chris smiled "Well then, meet me at Denver airport in a weeks time, I'll let you know the times when I can" Chris said, and with that said he went back to drinking his beer.