Authors Note: Sorry its taking so long, I am co writing this with a friend,
and we both have writers block, this chapter takes 15 years later, I have
decided to cancel the previous plans and add Kelly on account of many angry
E-Mails. As a response to a review, Sarah Harding will be in this Story, so
don't worry. Another Response is the fact that 15 years is a long time, but
Ingen will have spent that time well. I will need help with this stories
plot a little later, I'll tell you then.
Chapter 2, The Islands of Death
Ian Malcolm sat on the Ingen corporate jet, explaining his theory to Tim Murphy, Ingen's new President. "I don't care what you have implemented, I stand by what I said at the airport, the park is unusable." Ian said, he had been at it for the entire trip; Meanwhile, Dr. Grant sat as far as he could get from the mathematician. Grey flecked his once brown hair, he, unlike Malcolm had not died it, Ellie Sattler sat with her son Charlie across the aisle discussing the trip, when Billy sat down next to him, "Alan, I just met Nick Vann Owen." Billy said happily "Who?" he said "The photographer, he was on the island with Ian Malcolm." "That's great Billy." He said, as Tim walked towards him, "Billy, could you let me speak with Tm alone." "Sure." He said, grabbing his camera bag, more than happy to sit with the famous photographer. Tim sat in the vacated seat. "Tim, I'd really like to know what's going on at your island, why are you bringing us there again." At that moment the seatbelt sign lit up and a crew member's voice came in over the loudspeaker, "Please fasten your seatbelts as we make our descent to Isla Sorna, Ingen's premiere biological attraction." "Dr. Grant, you're about to find out yourself." The jet rumbled along the ground until it halted at the end of the runway, where three Ford Expeditions sat waiting. The lush forest surrounded them; Dr. Grant watched the bushes instinctively, his eyes searching for a Raptor, or even a Compy. It wasn't long before the Visitor's Centre and workers town came into view; as they approached they saw the rest of the town called the Burroughs, what really caught his eye was the mounted weapons and strange duel pronged buildings. "Dr Grant, Welcome to Jurassic Park." Tim said melodramatically.
Chapter 2, The Islands of Death
Ian Malcolm sat on the Ingen corporate jet, explaining his theory to Tim Murphy, Ingen's new President. "I don't care what you have implemented, I stand by what I said at the airport, the park is unusable." Ian said, he had been at it for the entire trip; Meanwhile, Dr. Grant sat as far as he could get from the mathematician. Grey flecked his once brown hair, he, unlike Malcolm had not died it, Ellie Sattler sat with her son Charlie across the aisle discussing the trip, when Billy sat down next to him, "Alan, I just met Nick Vann Owen." Billy said happily "Who?" he said "The photographer, he was on the island with Ian Malcolm." "That's great Billy." He said, as Tim walked towards him, "Billy, could you let me speak with Tm alone." "Sure." He said, grabbing his camera bag, more than happy to sit with the famous photographer. Tim sat in the vacated seat. "Tim, I'd really like to know what's going on at your island, why are you bringing us there again." At that moment the seatbelt sign lit up and a crew member's voice came in over the loudspeaker, "Please fasten your seatbelts as we make our descent to Isla Sorna, Ingen's premiere biological attraction." "Dr. Grant, you're about to find out yourself." The jet rumbled along the ground until it halted at the end of the runway, where three Ford Expeditions sat waiting. The lush forest surrounded them; Dr. Grant watched the bushes instinctively, his eyes searching for a Raptor, or even a Compy. It wasn't long before the Visitor's Centre and workers town came into view; as they approached they saw the rest of the town called the Burroughs, what really caught his eye was the mounted weapons and strange duel pronged buildings. "Dr Grant, Welcome to Jurassic Park." Tim said melodramatically.