Chapter 9 - A New Member
Outside the `birdcage'…
"JD you there son?" Grant spoke into the radio. He didn't have to wait long for a reply.
"Yes sir, Dr Grant, so what's been happening over there?" JD asked enthusiastically. Grant filled him in on everything, from the fact they had taken down three Pteranodons to the fact that they had lost Privates Keats and Randall.
"We're heading back now, as it appears that the remaining Pteranodons have…Are you listening JD?" Grant asked, as he heard JD talking to someone else, probably Billy.
"Sorry Dr Grant, but Billy was telling me about what happened to him the last time you were here." Grant shuddered; he didn't want to be reminded of that occasion. He had thought he had lost Billy to the Pteranodons and what had made it worse was that he had just had an argument with Billy and said he was just like the people who had made these creatures.
"Dr Grant? Are you there?" the young Boston voice brought Grant back to the present "Yes JD, what I was saying is that…" Again Grant didn't get to finish his sentence, but this time he was interrupted by what sounded like a shot had been fired on the ther end of the radio.
"JD? Billy?" Grant said desperately "Answer me!"
"Dr Grant?" the palaeontologist's heart stopped, for it wasn't JD, Billy's or any of the military soldiers answering; it was a voice he didn't know.
"Who is this?"
"My dear Doctor, I am Lt Matt Jenkins and you have half an hour to get back here, before I start shooting people" The transmission ended, followed by a shot being fired and then nothing but static.
"Colonel! We need to get back to camp now!" Grant yelled.
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At the East Camp…
Grant and his group exited the foliage and were greeted by a dozen MP6's.
"Dr Grant I assume" A tall man with an evil smirk on his face emerged from behind the wall of men.
"Here with 5 minutes to spare I'm impressed, I thought I would at least get to shoot one person. Ah what the hell I will!" Jenkins said and turned and shot one of the
soldiers between the eyes.
"I suggest you drop your weapons".
Grant and the others made no move to lower their weapons that is until they took in the scene. Billy and JD were being held in front of two men and the way the were standing it was obvious they had guns pressed to there backs. The military soldiers left to guard the camp were being held at gunpoint. Colonel Beckton ordered them to drop their weapons.
Jenkins walked towards Grant and the others and laughed
"Well this was too easy, now I can kill the lot of you and save these creatures" he said pointing a revolver at Grant's head. Billy leaned towards JD
"I've seen this part, this is when he tells us his evil plan and then someone shoots him!" he said with a grin.
"Oh yea like that's gonna happen!" JD replied.
"Well you see Alan, can I call you Alan. I've been hired to prevent you and your merry little band from destroying something that could rake in millions!" Jenkins said, lowering the gun and laughing manically...
"They don't belong here, they must be destroyed!" Grant shouted at Jenkins.
"You know, I thought you'd say that" Jenkins said, raising the gun at Grants head
again
"Say good bye Alan!"
A shot rang out followed by a gasp of pain…
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On the other side of the island…
"Umm I don't think that talk with the Major went well!" Nathan said to his two companions, who were securing the pegs on the tents.
"No? What gave ya that idea Nate?" Vin replied looking up at Nathan.
"Well, cos here comes Chris and he don't look too happy!" the older man replied.
The other two men stood up and looked in the direction Nathan was starring and saw a rather fuming Chris Larabee heading their way.
"Well he looks down right pissed, Pard!" Buck said chuckling slightly.
"Whoo, watch out boys cos here comes hurricane Larabee" he added as Chris got nearer. Chris stopped in front of the three men.
"So Cowboy how'd it go?" Vin asked, trying to hide a grin. Chris glared at the grinning Texan
"They have no idea how to go about killing a T-rex, because apparently it has a hide thicker than a rhino's" he snapped.
"But the Major reckons if we can shoot it in the mouth or eye we have a chance of killing it. Mouth or eye? Yea that's an easy target!" Chris snorted and stalked past them and headed over to the aircraft and entered it.
"Actually, the eye or mouth's a piece of cake" Vin said to the others. Buck and Nathan glanced at each other then at Vin and shook their heads before continuing to pitch the tents.
"What?" the Texan said.
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Back at the east camp…
"You know, I thought you'd say that" Jenkins said, raising the gun at Grant's head again
"Say good bye Alan!"
A shot rang out followed by a gasp of pain.
Blood appeared out of the corner of Jenkins mouth, he then promptly fell forward to reveal Josiah holding a smoking gun pointed at where Jenkins head had been.
Jenkins men looked at their fallen commander. Taking advantage of their lapse in concentration Billy signalled to JD to copy him. Billy elbowed the guy holding him and then grabbed the gun and pointed at him, JD however fumbled for the gun with the guard and it fell to the ground and Josiah picked it up.
By now the military soldiers had picked up their weapons and aimed at Jenkins men. A few foolish men tried to shoot at the group, which is why three of them lay dead on the ground. The remaining men fled into the forest to return to the main camp.
Grant turned to Josiah
"Who are you? And why did you shoot your leader?"
"My name is Josiah Sanchez, Dr Grant and Jenkins wasn't my leader" the big man replied, handing his weapon to Lt Helton. Seeing the confused look on Grant's face Josiah continued talking
"I was sent by Travis to stop these men from preventing you from completing your
assignment"
"Travis? Orin knew about this and he didn't tell me!" Grant snapped.
"No, not Orin Travis, his daughter-in-law Mary!" Josiah explained how Mary had found out that James had organised teams to stop the destruction of the dinosaurs. He also mentioned that Orin Travis had sent a second team to the west of the island.
"Wait a minute! Are you telling me there's another team out there who have no experiences with what they're up against?" Grant asked. Josiah merely nodded.
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Deep in the forest…
A lone figure staggered out of the bushes and collapsed at the foot of a large tree. The man had once wore an expensive suit but now the jacket was missing, the shirt was untucked and bloody and the suit was covered in dirt.
The man brushed his once tidy chestnut hair out of his face and then removed his tie. He gingerly touched his shoulder and grimaced.
"Dislocated again!" The southerner sighed.
He stood up on shaky legs, held his arm to his side and turned it to face the tree's trunk. He mentally counted to three and then slammed his shoulder against the trunk. Standish bit back the yell of pain and ignored the sickening pop as his shoulder was put back into place. He then placed the tie back around his neck, loosened it and
placed his arm in it using it as a successful sling.
"Well Ezra you must look a sight" he said to himself as he slumped down in front of the tree again.
"What evah would mothah think" he laughed and thought of how he had lost his jacket.
"Well at least Raptors have good taste!"
Outside the `birdcage'…
"JD you there son?" Grant spoke into the radio. He didn't have to wait long for a reply.
"Yes sir, Dr Grant, so what's been happening over there?" JD asked enthusiastically. Grant filled him in on everything, from the fact they had taken down three Pteranodons to the fact that they had lost Privates Keats and Randall.
"We're heading back now, as it appears that the remaining Pteranodons have…Are you listening JD?" Grant asked, as he heard JD talking to someone else, probably Billy.
"Sorry Dr Grant, but Billy was telling me about what happened to him the last time you were here." Grant shuddered; he didn't want to be reminded of that occasion. He had thought he had lost Billy to the Pteranodons and what had made it worse was that he had just had an argument with Billy and said he was just like the people who had made these creatures.
"Dr Grant? Are you there?" the young Boston voice brought Grant back to the present "Yes JD, what I was saying is that…" Again Grant didn't get to finish his sentence, but this time he was interrupted by what sounded like a shot had been fired on the ther end of the radio.
"JD? Billy?" Grant said desperately "Answer me!"
"Dr Grant?" the palaeontologist's heart stopped, for it wasn't JD, Billy's or any of the military soldiers answering; it was a voice he didn't know.
"Who is this?"
"My dear Doctor, I am Lt Matt Jenkins and you have half an hour to get back here, before I start shooting people" The transmission ended, followed by a shot being fired and then nothing but static.
"Colonel! We need to get back to camp now!" Grant yelled.
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At the East Camp…
Grant and his group exited the foliage and were greeted by a dozen MP6's.
"Dr Grant I assume" A tall man with an evil smirk on his face emerged from behind the wall of men.
"Here with 5 minutes to spare I'm impressed, I thought I would at least get to shoot one person. Ah what the hell I will!" Jenkins said and turned and shot one of the
soldiers between the eyes.
"I suggest you drop your weapons".
Grant and the others made no move to lower their weapons that is until they took in the scene. Billy and JD were being held in front of two men and the way the were standing it was obvious they had guns pressed to there backs. The military soldiers left to guard the camp were being held at gunpoint. Colonel Beckton ordered them to drop their weapons.
Jenkins walked towards Grant and the others and laughed
"Well this was too easy, now I can kill the lot of you and save these creatures" he said pointing a revolver at Grant's head. Billy leaned towards JD
"I've seen this part, this is when he tells us his evil plan and then someone shoots him!" he said with a grin.
"Oh yea like that's gonna happen!" JD replied.
"Well you see Alan, can I call you Alan. I've been hired to prevent you and your merry little band from destroying something that could rake in millions!" Jenkins said, lowering the gun and laughing manically...
"They don't belong here, they must be destroyed!" Grant shouted at Jenkins.
"You know, I thought you'd say that" Jenkins said, raising the gun at Grants head
again
"Say good bye Alan!"
A shot rang out followed by a gasp of pain…
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On the other side of the island…
"Umm I don't think that talk with the Major went well!" Nathan said to his two companions, who were securing the pegs on the tents.
"No? What gave ya that idea Nate?" Vin replied looking up at Nathan.
"Well, cos here comes Chris and he don't look too happy!" the older man replied.
The other two men stood up and looked in the direction Nathan was starring and saw a rather fuming Chris Larabee heading their way.
"Well he looks down right pissed, Pard!" Buck said chuckling slightly.
"Whoo, watch out boys cos here comes hurricane Larabee" he added as Chris got nearer. Chris stopped in front of the three men.
"So Cowboy how'd it go?" Vin asked, trying to hide a grin. Chris glared at the grinning Texan
"They have no idea how to go about killing a T-rex, because apparently it has a hide thicker than a rhino's" he snapped.
"But the Major reckons if we can shoot it in the mouth or eye we have a chance of killing it. Mouth or eye? Yea that's an easy target!" Chris snorted and stalked past them and headed over to the aircraft and entered it.
"Actually, the eye or mouth's a piece of cake" Vin said to the others. Buck and Nathan glanced at each other then at Vin and shook their heads before continuing to pitch the tents.
"What?" the Texan said.
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Back at the east camp…
"You know, I thought you'd say that" Jenkins said, raising the gun at Grant's head again
"Say good bye Alan!"
A shot rang out followed by a gasp of pain.
Blood appeared out of the corner of Jenkins mouth, he then promptly fell forward to reveal Josiah holding a smoking gun pointed at where Jenkins head had been.
Jenkins men looked at their fallen commander. Taking advantage of their lapse in concentration Billy signalled to JD to copy him. Billy elbowed the guy holding him and then grabbed the gun and pointed at him, JD however fumbled for the gun with the guard and it fell to the ground and Josiah picked it up.
By now the military soldiers had picked up their weapons and aimed at Jenkins men. A few foolish men tried to shoot at the group, which is why three of them lay dead on the ground. The remaining men fled into the forest to return to the main camp.
Grant turned to Josiah
"Who are you? And why did you shoot your leader?"
"My name is Josiah Sanchez, Dr Grant and Jenkins wasn't my leader" the big man replied, handing his weapon to Lt Helton. Seeing the confused look on Grant's face Josiah continued talking
"I was sent by Travis to stop these men from preventing you from completing your
assignment"
"Travis? Orin knew about this and he didn't tell me!" Grant snapped.
"No, not Orin Travis, his daughter-in-law Mary!" Josiah explained how Mary had found out that James had organised teams to stop the destruction of the dinosaurs. He also mentioned that Orin Travis had sent a second team to the west of the island.
"Wait a minute! Are you telling me there's another team out there who have no experiences with what they're up against?" Grant asked. Josiah merely nodded.
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Deep in the forest…
A lone figure staggered out of the bushes and collapsed at the foot of a large tree. The man had once wore an expensive suit but now the jacket was missing, the shirt was untucked and bloody and the suit was covered in dirt.
The man brushed his once tidy chestnut hair out of his face and then removed his tie. He gingerly touched his shoulder and grimaced.
"Dislocated again!" The southerner sighed.
He stood up on shaky legs, held his arm to his side and turned it to face the tree's trunk. He mentally counted to three and then slammed his shoulder against the trunk. Standish bit back the yell of pain and ignored the sickening pop as his shoulder was put back into place. He then placed the tie back around his neck, loosened it and
placed his arm in it using it as a successful sling.
"Well Ezra you must look a sight" he said to himself as he slumped down in front of the tree again.
"What evah would mothah think" he laughed and thought of how he had lost his jacket.
"Well at least Raptors have good taste!"