Summary: No one thought they would evolve, evolve to become hybrids, but that's what they became. When people land in the heart of the island, what do they find, and is this a trip far more dangerous than the previous two, or is this going to be the same as before?
Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park, or it's sequel, The Lost World. I just own the idea, and a majority of the plot. My older brother Frank owns about an eighth of the plot.
Learning of the DeadDaniel Hardner was a very sophisticated man. He had enough money to buy the entire Burger King fast food chain, with enough money on the side to buy a football team or two.
He was now the owner of International Genetic Technologies, Inc. He bought the company as it was going bankrupt. He had turned the genetics company around, and now, once again, they were the leading competitor of all genetic companies.
Daniel Hardner was not a very fair man though. Back in his early thirties, he helped ruin a company, Biosin. The company had sent three men over to Isla Sorna, or site B, and he gave them false information about the dinosaurs, immediately knowing that they would die from the wrong information. He played the same game as Lewis Dodgson, almost to a tee.
And at the moment, Daniel Hardner was in a meeting with his fellow colleagues. They were discussing the next trip to their original island, Isla Nublar. It was suspected that Hammond left egg embryos and they were salvageable.
One of the men in the meeting, Jeff Simpson, was a bit hesitant over what he was about to tell his boss.
"Um…Mr. Hardner Sir?"
"Yes?" Hardner always tried to act polite, but most of the time he was boiling inside.
"You know when you sent Gavin and his guide Garcia to the island?"
Hardner just nodded his head.
"Well Sir… We got a delayed message from Garcia, his guide. It was in rapid Spanish, and we're still trying to translate it. Professor David Schlo-"
The door to the meeting room had just opened, and a middle aged Mexican man walked in. "Senior Simpson, we have finished the tape."
The man set a tape recorder down in the middle of the table. "Senior Simpson, I have the first tape. Would you like to hear it?"
"N-"
"Yes, we would like to hear it." Hardner answered.
The man pressed the play button, and for a moment there was silence and then…
"Nosotros ser siendo…" Then there was silence, but you could hear things snapping, like tree branches, twigs and stuff. The people in the boardroom shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Then Garcia began to speak quickly again. "Ayudar envie ayudar… Gavin cazar al dinosaurio! Envie ayudar!" Silence again, except for breathing. Deep and heavy breathing.
Then it sounded like someone spit. Screaming erupted from the small black tape player. Along with the screaming was cursing. A thud, and then there was silence.
…Until a weird thing was heard. It was like a screech, but then you could hear ripping and tearing. Bones cracking…
Everyone in the room shuddered at least once by the end of the tape. It was horrid.
"Senior, I have the translation. 'We are being…help send help…Gavin chase by dinosaur! Send help.' The rest of the tape was untranslatable."
It was quiet in the room. No one wanted to say anything. "Thank you Professor Schlock. We appreciate what you've done."
The Mexican man, Professor Schlock, bowed and left the room, leaving behind the tape recorder.
"Ahem. I think we need to do something with this island. We can't have anyone finding out about this." An older gentleman said, with a large amount of seriousness in his voice.
"Have people been to this island?" Another older gentleman asked.
"How did these things survive? The island, both islands were destroyed. There is no way these things could have survived. This has to be a fake." Hardner said angrily.
"Not in awhile, but there have been visitors on both islands. And Mr. Hardner Sir, I don't think this is a fake. It sounds genuine to me." Jeff Simpson said.
Hardner stood up, along with everyone else. "Meeting adjourned. We need to think of some ways to deal with this. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. The meeting is going to be on Monday, first thing in the morning."
BB/N: This is a hard fanfic to write, and I'm trying to edge away from the type of dialog I use for my Harry Potter stories…
But I think I lost the edge to Crichton. He's a hard author to compete with, and I lost it…but I'm still trying to keep to the books.
Also, the whole Spanish thing… I used a Spanish dictionary for the tape thing. My older brother is helping me with it, so the majority of it should be correct.
In addition, before I forget…
Thanks! Thanks to all my reviewers.
Dark-Magic-Shine: Dude! You'll learn what happens next as I post this! And now you have to keep your promise. Update you SM story!
Goslin: I hope this story is something you'll read. I think I've lost the touch of Crichton, but I try to stay with the story line. By the way, I like your Ode to Ellie story. Wonderfully funny!
Future Ex-Mrs Malcolm: It'll get longer…I just don't want to rush to the plot in the middle. I am continuing though!