Grant and Hammond just didn't know who could be up to this or who could be
in this little horror. Grant was driving home from the funeral when someone
shot at his window.
"Shit!" Grant yelled.
People around him started to scream and run away. Grant then saw his shooter in a near by store called Barnes and Nobel. Grant got out of his car and ran for the Barnes and Nobel store.
"Stop right there!" A police man screamed.
Grant heard him but didn't stop; he was looking for revenge. Grant entered the Barnes and Nobel store in a flash. His shooter was holding a Sniper rifle while smoking a cigarette. Other people in the store were frightened and didn't move because the shooter was with a sniper rifle. Grant could see the shooter had a black mask on and was wearing black pants, and a t- shirt.
The shooter looked at Grant out of his mask. Just stared at him waiting. Grant made his move closer to the shooter but the shooter ran through the isles in the store and out the back. Grant chased after him with a determined look on his face.
"STOP!" Grant yelled.
The shooter turned back in the alley and shot at him. Grant dodged the bullet like it was nothing. Grant finally caught up to his shooter and punched him.
"Who sent you!?" Grant yelled.
"I-I." The shooter started to say.
"Answer me!" Grant yelled again and punched him.
"I was sent to shoot the living day lights out of you!" The shooter screamed in fury.
Blood was coming out of his nose now.
"But who sent you." Grant asked again before he took another punch.
"I'm never going to tell you Dr. Alan Grant!" The shooter yelled.
"Tell me!" Grant screamed at him while holding his collar.
"It's someone who you know personally." The shooter explained.
"Give me a name!" Grant screamed.
"His name is Paul Kirby." The shooter answered.
"Paul Kirby!?" Grant yelled surprised.
"Yes!" The shooter screamed.
Grant punched the shooter and knocked him out. Grant took the sniper rifle and through it on the other side of the fence that he was by. A cat made a squeal sound. Grant walked to his car and got in.
"Now off to find Kirby!" Grant yelled.
"Shit!" Grant yelled.
People around him started to scream and run away. Grant then saw his shooter in a near by store called Barnes and Nobel. Grant got out of his car and ran for the Barnes and Nobel store.
"Stop right there!" A police man screamed.
Grant heard him but didn't stop; he was looking for revenge. Grant entered the Barnes and Nobel store in a flash. His shooter was holding a Sniper rifle while smoking a cigarette. Other people in the store were frightened and didn't move because the shooter was with a sniper rifle. Grant could see the shooter had a black mask on and was wearing black pants, and a t- shirt.
The shooter looked at Grant out of his mask. Just stared at him waiting. Grant made his move closer to the shooter but the shooter ran through the isles in the store and out the back. Grant chased after him with a determined look on his face.
"STOP!" Grant yelled.
The shooter turned back in the alley and shot at him. Grant dodged the bullet like it was nothing. Grant finally caught up to his shooter and punched him.
"Who sent you!?" Grant yelled.
"I-I." The shooter started to say.
"Answer me!" Grant yelled again and punched him.
"I was sent to shoot the living day lights out of you!" The shooter screamed in fury.
Blood was coming out of his nose now.
"But who sent you." Grant asked again before he took another punch.
"I'm never going to tell you Dr. Alan Grant!" The shooter yelled.
"Tell me!" Grant screamed at him while holding his collar.
"It's someone who you know personally." The shooter explained.
"Give me a name!" Grant screamed.
"His name is Paul Kirby." The shooter answered.
"Paul Kirby!?" Grant yelled surprised.
"Yes!" The shooter screamed.
Grant punched the shooter and knocked him out. Grant took the sniper rifle and through it on the other side of the fence that he was by. A cat made a squeal sound. Grant walked to his car and got in.
"Now off to find Kirby!" Grant yelled.