Case 2: The InGen Conspiracy
Disclaimer: Same as before. I don't own the Jurassic Park movies either, and any characters from it that appear aren't mine. This is an alternate timeline in which Jurassic Park had opened and problems didn't develop until seven years after it opened up. I borrowed the character Jay from Steve1's fanfic Loneliness.
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13 May 2000: Hal ran into Ivy on the way to Wells' office. "What's this about?" Hal asked.
"I don't know....Your guess is as good as mine." Ivy replied.
Armando was on the phone at his desk near Wells' office. "Oh my God. No, it can't be...." he moaned and a few phrases in Spanish followed.
"Dios mio! Dios mio!" Armando said.
"Armando?" Ivy asked.
"My younger brother got a construction job in Costa Rica, at that resort that's been opened up since 1993, Jurassic Park. He just had an accident....." Armando said, blinking tears from his eyes.
"Is he....?" Hal began before Ivy nudged him in the rib cage.
"No." Armando said, "He's in a coma though, suffering severe blood loss. They've got him on life support, and he's stabilized but they don't know if he'll......"
"Darren, Olden, my office, now." Wells called out, "Arguilla, you have the day off."
"You wanted to see us." Ivy said, walking in first as Hal held the door open for her.
"Yes. This has a lot to do with Armando's brother." Wells said as Hal closed the door, "Sit down."
Both of them sat down in the padded leather chairs facing Wells desk. Wells picked up a baseball he had on the desk, signed by the hand of Joe DiMaggio himself and rolled it about in his hands, the way he did when he was really bothered. "As you both know, John Hammond's InGen Corporation revolutionized genetic engineering back in 1993 with the opening of the Jurassic Park biological preserve."
Wells passed both of them a dossier, it contained pictures of a short, old man, with snow white hair and a snow white beard. He looked fairly innocuous, with a bright gleam in his eyes reminiscent of Santa Claus. "You want us to investigate him."
"No. Turn the page." Wells replied. They did and the picture of a bespectacled fellow in a business suit with close cropped brown hair and pale blue eyes was visible.
"That's Peter Ludlow, John Hammond's ambitious nephew. John's contributed quite a bit to ACME over the years, and as such he maintains close ties with our organization. Mr. Ludlow is not, however, and he is attempting to badger the board of directors to take control of InGen from his uncle through any means necessary. John believes something's afoot and wants my best detectives checking on it. Officially, you two are representing ACME for one of John's gala events, so pack your formal wear. Your plane leaves in the afternoon and the event is the next day." Wells replied, "Any questions?"
"Are we going undercover?" Hal began.
"No, you're going as yourselves." Wells replied.
"Accommodations?" Ivy asked.
"Taken care of." Wells began, "Any more questions."
They were silent. "Dismissed."
Both of them left the room and as they got out in the hall, Ivy said, "Well since we don't fly out for another few hours, how about that sparring match?"
"You're on." Hal replied.
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A few minutes later both Hal and Ivy were dressed out in work out clothes and pads. "Ready. Go." Corso said.
Ivy and Hal warily circled each other, dodging the occasional probing attack made by the other. Ivy kicked out and Hal dodged out of the way, sweeping the back of her knee with one foot, sending her toppling forward.
"Point Olden!" Corso shouted.
Ivy got back up, both of them bowed to each other and circled again. Ivy noticed Hal had a tendency to cross his feet when moving side to side sometimes. She sent a sweeping kick, similar to the one Hal used to sweep her over the first time and it put Hal on the ground.
"Point Darren!" Corso began.
"Go Ivy!" Tatiana shouted.
"I've personally got money on Hal." Said Phil, the mostly bald fellow that had helped Hal zero the rifle that killed Erich Spyde.
"Bad idea Delta." Tatiana said, "Hal's in for an upset."
Ivy threw an open handed strike towards Hal's seemingly exposed face with the heel of her palm. Hal slipped sideways, grabbed her wrist and attempted to throw her over his shoulder. He only partially succeeded, Ivy landed on her knees behind him and got up to face him.
"Point! Olden!" Corso said.
'Ow, bad idea, let left knee absorb brunt of impact.' Ivy thought. Her knee had been bothering her of late, ever since a case in Morocco a month before she met Hal.
"Are you alright?" Hal said, noticing Ivy didn't put much weight on her left knee.
"I'm fine." Ivy insisted.
Corso noticed Ivy's slight limp, "Match canceled. Olden, you won by a nose. Darren, I can't risk you getting hurt."
"Good match limey. Don't get cocky." Ivy said, "Meet me next time."
"I look forward to it." Hal replied.
"How's the shoulder?" Ivy asked.
"Better." Hal replied, and gently asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"No, you didn't, my knee's been acting up lately, I can't imagine why." Ivy replied, "I'm sure it'll go away soon."
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Ivy's Apartment, Riverside, California:
After a quick shower and change of clothes, Ivy packed a couple extra outfits, a dress she wore for her aunt's wedding a couple years ago, one that Jay had called 'a classic', a much hated set of heels to match and a couple spare bras and other assorted items particular to a woman.
She saw Hal pulling into the parking lot, just in front of her apartment just then and slung her bag over her shoulder. She walked up to the SUV and Hal opened her door for her and helped throw her bag into the back next to his well worn British Army bergen (field pack). "It's gonna be cold on that flight, Ninja Girl." Hal remarked, noticing Ivy wasn't wearing a jacket; instead she wore a blouse and a pair of jeans.
"It could be worse, limey." Ivy remarked.
"You're gonna get cold." Hal remarked.
They got to the airport, checked in, and got onto their flight to Costa Rica. They boarded the airliner, got their seats. "Hal, could you switch seats with me? I'm so used to using the C-5 that I can't remember what it's like to fly in a plane." Ivy said.
"Sure." Hal said, standing up and switching seats with Ivy, taking the aisle seat.
'That's certainly sweet of him.' Ivy thought as the flight began.
As the flight progressed, the air conditioning in the cabin was starting to get colder. 'Bad idea Darren, maybe you should've brought your jacket.' Ivy thought as she tried to sleep, 'Damn, what was I thinking.....Wait a second.....'
Ivy's last thought was in response to the fact that she felt a sudden warmth, as if a cloth was drawn over her. Hal had apparently asked the stewardess for a blanket and draped it around her. The cozy warmth made Ivy fall asleep, leaning against Hal's left shoulder.
Hal looked down at Ivy and couldn't help but smile. She looked so peaceful, so delicate when she slept. So different from the lively, tough detective he had worked with. Hal mentally asked himself the same question, 'Do I see Diane, or do I see her when I feel like this?'
He leaned closer to her, putting up the arm rest, to make her a little more comfortable. Ivy rewarded him with a sleepy smile when he did so. He inched a little closer to her to give her more support and she responded by doing the same. Hal fell asleep in that position.
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"So what do you want to name him?" Zack asked, from his hospital bed. It would still be a couple days before he could start physical therapy.
"I don't know yet? What should we name her?" Tatiana asked.
"If it's a girl, we'll name here Mira. And if it's a boy maybe Grant, after Chief Wells, if it's a boy, because Chief left such a big impression on me." Zack said.
"Zack I'm hurt!" the Chief said, it was the computerized Chief who had recently been reactivated and 'partnered' with Chief Inspector Wells, much to the latter's chagrin.
"You did, but I don't think Chief is a great name for a son." Zack replied.
"Or daughter." Tatiana said.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Time OUT! Son? Children? Marriage? C'mon, throw me a bone, I've been inactive for the past eight years 'cause of that stupid virus." The Chief said.
"Tatiana and I have been engaged for a year and a half." Zack said, "I got shot by the San Francisco Sniper, and I'm a father, because of a night of tomfoolery in Hawaii."
With mock hurt Tatiana said, "It was more than one night Zackary. If I recall it was more like seven nights, and eight days."
"My detectives all eight years older, Zack getting married and having a baby, my what have I missed out on?" the Chief asked.
"Well you missed out on Ivy's new partner." Tatiana began, "He's an SAS operative named Harold Olden, everyone calls him Hal though."
"Whoa! Too much information here! I'm still trying to process Zack being a future husband and a DAD at the same time." The Chief replied, "Have Ivy and Jay tied the knot yet?"
"No. Jay and Ivy broke up for good three years ago." Zack said, "She still misses him. Sometimes I see her crying when she's alone."
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"Jay, please! We can make it work. Please don't leave...." Ivy muttered.
For the past hour Ivy's sleep hadn't been peaceful and Hal had awakened to her muttering. "Shhh, it's ok. Ivy it's just a dream, it can't hurt you."
He gently put his arms around her to quiet her down and Ivy quit stirring and slept peacefully again. Hal felt his left arm had pins and needles from the position he and Ivy had been sleeping in.
The plane continued its flight over the Pacific without further incident. Ivy seemed to be sleeping just fine and two hours later Hal fell asleep. They just sat together, Ivy with the blanket draped around her, Hal not needing it due to his jacket. They were close enough that their heads were touching. It was a few hours later that the plane touched down in San Jose.
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TBC
Disclaimer: Same as before. I don't own the Jurassic Park movies either, and any characters from it that appear aren't mine. This is an alternate timeline in which Jurassic Park had opened and problems didn't develop until seven years after it opened up. I borrowed the character Jay from Steve1's fanfic Loneliness.
~ ~ ~ ~
13 May 2000: Hal ran into Ivy on the way to Wells' office. "What's this about?" Hal asked.
"I don't know....Your guess is as good as mine." Ivy replied.
Armando was on the phone at his desk near Wells' office. "Oh my God. No, it can't be...." he moaned and a few phrases in Spanish followed.
"Dios mio! Dios mio!" Armando said.
"Armando?" Ivy asked.
"My younger brother got a construction job in Costa Rica, at that resort that's been opened up since 1993, Jurassic Park. He just had an accident....." Armando said, blinking tears from his eyes.
"Is he....?" Hal began before Ivy nudged him in the rib cage.
"No." Armando said, "He's in a coma though, suffering severe blood loss. They've got him on life support, and he's stabilized but they don't know if he'll......"
"Darren, Olden, my office, now." Wells called out, "Arguilla, you have the day off."
"You wanted to see us." Ivy said, walking in first as Hal held the door open for her.
"Yes. This has a lot to do with Armando's brother." Wells said as Hal closed the door, "Sit down."
Both of them sat down in the padded leather chairs facing Wells desk. Wells picked up a baseball he had on the desk, signed by the hand of Joe DiMaggio himself and rolled it about in his hands, the way he did when he was really bothered. "As you both know, John Hammond's InGen Corporation revolutionized genetic engineering back in 1993 with the opening of the Jurassic Park biological preserve."
Wells passed both of them a dossier, it contained pictures of a short, old man, with snow white hair and a snow white beard. He looked fairly innocuous, with a bright gleam in his eyes reminiscent of Santa Claus. "You want us to investigate him."
"No. Turn the page." Wells replied. They did and the picture of a bespectacled fellow in a business suit with close cropped brown hair and pale blue eyes was visible.
"That's Peter Ludlow, John Hammond's ambitious nephew. John's contributed quite a bit to ACME over the years, and as such he maintains close ties with our organization. Mr. Ludlow is not, however, and he is attempting to badger the board of directors to take control of InGen from his uncle through any means necessary. John believes something's afoot and wants my best detectives checking on it. Officially, you two are representing ACME for one of John's gala events, so pack your formal wear. Your plane leaves in the afternoon and the event is the next day." Wells replied, "Any questions?"
"Are we going undercover?" Hal began.
"No, you're going as yourselves." Wells replied.
"Accommodations?" Ivy asked.
"Taken care of." Wells began, "Any more questions."
They were silent. "Dismissed."
Both of them left the room and as they got out in the hall, Ivy said, "Well since we don't fly out for another few hours, how about that sparring match?"
"You're on." Hal replied.
~ ~ ~ ~
A few minutes later both Hal and Ivy were dressed out in work out clothes and pads. "Ready. Go." Corso said.
Ivy and Hal warily circled each other, dodging the occasional probing attack made by the other. Ivy kicked out and Hal dodged out of the way, sweeping the back of her knee with one foot, sending her toppling forward.
"Point Olden!" Corso shouted.
Ivy got back up, both of them bowed to each other and circled again. Ivy noticed Hal had a tendency to cross his feet when moving side to side sometimes. She sent a sweeping kick, similar to the one Hal used to sweep her over the first time and it put Hal on the ground.
"Point Darren!" Corso began.
"Go Ivy!" Tatiana shouted.
"I've personally got money on Hal." Said Phil, the mostly bald fellow that had helped Hal zero the rifle that killed Erich Spyde.
"Bad idea Delta." Tatiana said, "Hal's in for an upset."
Ivy threw an open handed strike towards Hal's seemingly exposed face with the heel of her palm. Hal slipped sideways, grabbed her wrist and attempted to throw her over his shoulder. He only partially succeeded, Ivy landed on her knees behind him and got up to face him.
"Point! Olden!" Corso said.
'Ow, bad idea, let left knee absorb brunt of impact.' Ivy thought. Her knee had been bothering her of late, ever since a case in Morocco a month before she met Hal.
"Are you alright?" Hal said, noticing Ivy didn't put much weight on her left knee.
"I'm fine." Ivy insisted.
Corso noticed Ivy's slight limp, "Match canceled. Olden, you won by a nose. Darren, I can't risk you getting hurt."
"Good match limey. Don't get cocky." Ivy said, "Meet me next time."
"I look forward to it." Hal replied.
"How's the shoulder?" Ivy asked.
"Better." Hal replied, and gently asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"No, you didn't, my knee's been acting up lately, I can't imagine why." Ivy replied, "I'm sure it'll go away soon."
~ ~ ~ ~
Ivy's Apartment, Riverside, California:
After a quick shower and change of clothes, Ivy packed a couple extra outfits, a dress she wore for her aunt's wedding a couple years ago, one that Jay had called 'a classic', a much hated set of heels to match and a couple spare bras and other assorted items particular to a woman.
She saw Hal pulling into the parking lot, just in front of her apartment just then and slung her bag over her shoulder. She walked up to the SUV and Hal opened her door for her and helped throw her bag into the back next to his well worn British Army bergen (field pack). "It's gonna be cold on that flight, Ninja Girl." Hal remarked, noticing Ivy wasn't wearing a jacket; instead she wore a blouse and a pair of jeans.
"It could be worse, limey." Ivy remarked.
"You're gonna get cold." Hal remarked.
They got to the airport, checked in, and got onto their flight to Costa Rica. They boarded the airliner, got their seats. "Hal, could you switch seats with me? I'm so used to using the C-5 that I can't remember what it's like to fly in a plane." Ivy said.
"Sure." Hal said, standing up and switching seats with Ivy, taking the aisle seat.
'That's certainly sweet of him.' Ivy thought as the flight began.
As the flight progressed, the air conditioning in the cabin was starting to get colder. 'Bad idea Darren, maybe you should've brought your jacket.' Ivy thought as she tried to sleep, 'Damn, what was I thinking.....Wait a second.....'
Ivy's last thought was in response to the fact that she felt a sudden warmth, as if a cloth was drawn over her. Hal had apparently asked the stewardess for a blanket and draped it around her. The cozy warmth made Ivy fall asleep, leaning against Hal's left shoulder.
Hal looked down at Ivy and couldn't help but smile. She looked so peaceful, so delicate when she slept. So different from the lively, tough detective he had worked with. Hal mentally asked himself the same question, 'Do I see Diane, or do I see her when I feel like this?'
He leaned closer to her, putting up the arm rest, to make her a little more comfortable. Ivy rewarded him with a sleepy smile when he did so. He inched a little closer to her to give her more support and she responded by doing the same. Hal fell asleep in that position.
~ ~ ~ ~
"So what do you want to name him?" Zack asked, from his hospital bed. It would still be a couple days before he could start physical therapy.
"I don't know yet? What should we name her?" Tatiana asked.
"If it's a girl, we'll name here Mira. And if it's a boy maybe Grant, after Chief Wells, if it's a boy, because Chief left such a big impression on me." Zack said.
"Zack I'm hurt!" the Chief said, it was the computerized Chief who had recently been reactivated and 'partnered' with Chief Inspector Wells, much to the latter's chagrin.
"You did, but I don't think Chief is a great name for a son." Zack replied.
"Or daughter." Tatiana said.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Time OUT! Son? Children? Marriage? C'mon, throw me a bone, I've been inactive for the past eight years 'cause of that stupid virus." The Chief said.
"Tatiana and I have been engaged for a year and a half." Zack said, "I got shot by the San Francisco Sniper, and I'm a father, because of a night of tomfoolery in Hawaii."
With mock hurt Tatiana said, "It was more than one night Zackary. If I recall it was more like seven nights, and eight days."
"My detectives all eight years older, Zack getting married and having a baby, my what have I missed out on?" the Chief asked.
"Well you missed out on Ivy's new partner." Tatiana began, "He's an SAS operative named Harold Olden, everyone calls him Hal though."
"Whoa! Too much information here! I'm still trying to process Zack being a future husband and a DAD at the same time." The Chief replied, "Have Ivy and Jay tied the knot yet?"
"No. Jay and Ivy broke up for good three years ago." Zack said, "She still misses him. Sometimes I see her crying when she's alone."
~ ~ ~ ~
"Jay, please! We can make it work. Please don't leave...." Ivy muttered.
For the past hour Ivy's sleep hadn't been peaceful and Hal had awakened to her muttering. "Shhh, it's ok. Ivy it's just a dream, it can't hurt you."
He gently put his arms around her to quiet her down and Ivy quit stirring and slept peacefully again. Hal felt his left arm had pins and needles from the position he and Ivy had been sleeping in.
The plane continued its flight over the Pacific without further incident. Ivy seemed to be sleeping just fine and two hours later Hal fell asleep. They just sat together, Ivy with the blanket draped around her, Hal not needing it due to his jacket. They were close enough that their heads were touching. It was a few hours later that the plane touched down in San Jose.
~ ~ ~ ~
TBC