Anguirus111 Note: Jake of course has two offices, one at Embryonics Administration and the other at the Operations Building. Originally all the scenes in the Ops building where supposed to take place the Administration Building, but that didn't make sense considering the village is where everything is controlled from. Embryonics Administration is the genetics building in Jurassic Park III and you can see its name when the raptor escapes it. It's also the building that shows up a couple chapters in Demons of the Past that Jake blows a large chunk out of, in order to wipe out the remaining evidence of Project ELE. Whether or not Project ELE takes place here I don't yet but we'll see.
San Jose Costa Rica: Kevin Steele was sitting alone in the empty lounge of Ingen's local office. He was silently drinking some old coffee while reading a newspaper from back in the states. It was then that he gagged on his coffee when some hardened chunks slipped through into his mouth which he quickly spewed back into the cup.
"Ugh," he said disgusted before chucking the thing into the nearby waste can before folding his paper and looking outside at the pouring rain. He was just about to fold up his paper and head for his apartment when a new person entered into the room. Kevin grimaced as his new copilot, a rookie named Scott Thomas walked up to him. Why Ingen had bothered to hire a skittish pilot was beyond him.
"Apparently we're willing to take anyone cheap with our current budget crunch," he thought.
"What's up?" he asked cordially as Scott got nearer.
"Not much," Scott said before he mumbled. "We got the recall notice from Sorna to evacuate Ed Regis off of the island."
"Let's go," said Kevin springing up as he grabbed his sunglasses and headed for the glass doors to the helipad.
"Wait!" said Scott running after him. "We can't fly in this kind of weather! Right now Tropical Storm Bert is pounding Los Cinco Muertos!"
"Maybe you can't," said Kevin putting on his pilot's jacket. "But I sure as hell can."
"Why can we just go in the morning," Scott protested.
"No," said Kevin shaking his head. "We can't."
"It's just a storm," said Scott incredulously. "They survived Tropical Storm Alice a month or two back, they'll be able to survive this."
"If that was all that I was worried about we wouldn't be going," said Kevin walking straight out into the wind and rain towards his helicopter.
"So why then?" said Scott as both got into the helicopter as Kevin began powering it up and running through the pre-flight checklist. He finished, threw the clipboard in the back and hit the rotor controls and an instant later the helicopter took off into the sky headed for Sorna.
"Why are we going?" asked Scott again, a little frightened by the weather as it rocked the helicopter.
"I hope you never have to find out," Kevin admitted. Although he hadn't been to Sorna in nearly five months, he knew about all the recalls and that between two tropical storms and the complete lack of energy cycling, the power had to be on the verge of failing by now. No doubt that was why the recall notice had been issued despite the oncoming storm.
"Either that or the power is so far gone they didn't even know about Bert," thought Kevin with sobering realization.
"But-," began Scott.
"Just be quiet," said Kevin holding up his hand to deflect any further questioning. "I need to concentrate on my flying otherwise we'll crash."
"Fine," Scott huffed as he cross his arms as the helicopter continued onward into the storm.
Time passed…
"Finally," said Kevin as Sorna finally appeared out of the storm. The helicopter blazed over the shoreline and headed inwards over the jungle.
"What exactly is Ingen doing out here anyway?" asked Scott, having never been told the truth yet if ever.
"Research and experimentation," said Kevin simply. The helicopter continued flying over the jungle. Eventually they flew over a roadway with a pair of large fences on both sides of it.
"To hold in the trees I surmise," Scott laughed nervously. It was then that Kevin noticed a large hole in one of them.
"Shit," he said holding his head.
"What?" Scott demanded. Kevin pressed some buttons on the console killing the external lights.
"Hey! How're they supposed to see us now?" asked Scott.
"It's not them I don't want spotting us," said Kevin a little nervous as he rose the helicopter up a little bit higher above the treetops as it continued towards the helipad. Scott wanted to press further but realized it was probably pointless.
"How much fuel would we have if we were forced to hover rather than land right away?" Kevin asked as he continued piloting towards a mass of lights in the distance.
"Are we assuming no refuel?" asked Scott as he began looking at the fuel gauge and jotting down some calculations.
"Yeah," said Kevin. "I think we'll have to do a Touch and Go type landing on this one, but we might not be able to touch down right away."
Kevin nodded and did some calculation in silence.
"Ten minutes tops," he said tossing his clipboard onto the dash. "And that means we have to land, pick them up, and then immediately take off, and not spend any time going nowhere or else we won't make it back."
"Shit," said Kevin desperate. "But I guess we have no choice then. We either make it this round or we have to go back."
"We can't just land and spend the night?" Scott suggested.
"If we land and shut down the rotors then we won't be leaving," Kevin responded. "Not tomorrow, not ever."
"Will you just tell me the truth!" demanded Scotte exasperated. The helicopter got close enough to the helipad to make out figures when suddenly its lights cut out. Kevin reluctantly turned the helicopter's external lights back on and what was made visible shocked them both.
"Oh My God!" said Scott in shock.
Ground: The Explorer's wheels spun in the mud as the vehicle could not find purchase as the hadrosaurs came right at them.
"What now?" Regis demanded.
"Bail!" shouted Jake. He opened his door and leapt out as the others did the same just moments before the hadrosaur crashed into it, flipping the vehicle backwards and onto its roof. The hadrosaur roared angrily and prepared to stomp on the former inhabitants of the vehicle when Jake aimed his Long Colt at it's head and fired blasting a large chunk of its head off before he got up to help the others.
"Get into the shed right now!" he shouted. "Or else you might get caught in the crossfire!"
The others nodded and ran off as more gunfire was heard as more hadrosaurs began crashing through the trees towards the pad. Jake continued to fire at them and it was only after a bright light washed over them that he noticed the helicopter hanging above them.
"Oh hell," said Jake as he noticed it and the fact that the worker in the shed.
"Transmitter?" asked Jake.
"Transmitter," the worker responded.
"Great. Do you know morse code?" asked Jake.
"Yeah," responded the worker.
"Get to the light on top of one of the hummer's and signal them as to how long they can stick around," said Jake as he pointed to the helicopter. The worker nodded and ran off as more roaring was heard and hadrosaurs began dropping left and right. Jake ran over to the leader of Unit 12.
"We have to get these things as far away from the helipad as possible," Jake shouted over the wind, rain, and muzzle fire.
"It's not going to be easy," said the leader as he popped off another shot at yet another hadrosaur as his gun went dry. "We're out of ammo and they're coming out of the damn woodworks!"
"We need a distraction," Jake advised as he fired off another round from his Long Colt before opening the barrel and putting in another six rounds before he ran back to the overturned Explorer. Jake ducked inside and looked around desperately for something he could use. In the back he noticed an overturned large plastic box in the back that had spilled its contents all over the trunk. Jake crawled into the back as more gunfire erupted outside along with more braying but the scientist ignored it and continued on. He finally reached the bag and was rummaging through the mess when the worker he had sent to get in touch with the helicopter appeared on the other side.
"Seven minutes," said the worker. Jake was about to respond when he came up with a flare.
"Yes!" he shouted triumphantly.
"Sir?" asked the worker confused. Jake meanwhile had opened the back hatch of the vehicle and emerged back into the rain.
"Do you have a pen or any other sharp object on you?" Jake asked as he walked back to the front of the vehicle and grabbed his water bottle and quickly poured out its contents onto the ground.
"I found a screwdriver in the shed," said the worker taking it out as another tree fell over and yet another hadrosaur emerged only to have its head blown off by a large projectile as one of the members of Unit 12 had set up a Cobra Assault Cannon on the roof of one of the Hummers.
"It must be freaking stampede," said the worker next to Jake as he looked at the various bodies littering the area, but Unit 12 was still being pushed back towards the helipad.
"They're out for blood," said Jake grimly as he climbed onto the top of the vehicle. "So why aren't you with them?"
"I'm not one for weapons," said the worker shuddering.
"Good for you," said Jake as he walked along the undercarriage looking for the gas tank.
"What're you doing?" asked the worker.
"Making myself a cocktail," said Jake simply as he hunched down.
"Now?" asked the worker. "I mean I know this is a lot to bear but…"
"Ha," said Jake as he cracked a smile while a lightning bolt flashed by overhead. "I was thinking more along the lines of a Molotov cocktail."
"Oh," said the worker. "So what can I do?"
Jake grabbed the screwdriver and slammed it into the gas tank before yanking it out.
"In the back I noticed a bunch of jumper cables. I need you to attach those to the battery on the Explorer and then run them over to the transponder to kick it back on so the chopper can land," said Jake.
"Right," said the worker getting ready to run off.
"Thanks," said Jake. "I'm Jake Whitacre by the way. I don't know if that was ever made clear or not. I run this island…I think."
"Carly Carlson," said the worker holding out her hand despite the situation.
"I don't think you want to be touching my hand," said Jake looking at it. "It's covered in dirt, grass, gas, gunpowder, water, and who knows what else."
"All the same," said Carly. "It's nice to finally have a boss who actually gives a damn about his fellow employees even in the most trying of circumstances."
"You forget that my bosses are like that," said Jake shaking her hand. "But that's hardly our concern now: cables, transponder, go."
"Right," said Carly pulling down on her Ingen hat and running off to the back as Jake looked at the hole he'd made in the gas tank with the screwdriver. He quickly made several more punctures before yanking out a portion of the metal revealing the gas underneath. The scientist quickly took out a sponge he'd also found in the back and began soaking up the gas and wringing it into his bottle. After a couple more squeezes, he hopped off of the vehicle and headed for the onslaught as Carly began hooking jumper cables together as she slowly made her way towards the transponder in the middle of the helipad. As Jake continued walking, he looked up at the bright light of the helicopter and made a spinning motion with his left hand and got an acknowledgement from Kevin Steele who slowly angled the chopper into a position directly above the helipad.
"What've you got?" asked the leader as Jake approached. "Because we're running out of ammo."
"Just a little something to kick this part into high gear," said Jake as he tore off part of the sleeve on his shirt and stuffed it into opening to the bottle.
"Got a light?" Jake asked holding up the bottle with rag dangling from it.
"Good ol' Jurassic Park zippo," said the leader taking out the lighter with the Jurassic Park logo emblazoned on the side. He flicked it on and waved it over the rag that caught on fire.
"Get ready for some fireworks," said Jake as he tossed the canteen at the exact same moment Carly attached the jumper cables to the transponder causing it to surge on. As the helicopter came in to land, a large explosion tore up the jungle beyond it as the whole area went up in a gigantic fireball. Several hadrosaurs were heard wailing but no more emerged from the jungle.
"Go get the passengers," said Jake to Carly as he ran past her to the helicopter as it touched down amidst the blazing inferno.
"Hey Kev," said Jake as Kevin Steele popped open his door into the howling wind and rain.
"Howdy," said Kevin as he pressed some buttons on the console. "Nice trick you pulled off there."
"Sometimes spur of the moment decisions do work," said Jake. He looked past Kevin to see Scott slumped unconscious against the side door. Jake furled his eyebrows as Kevin laughed nervously.
"He…ummm…couldn't handle the strain of seeing living dinosaurs and fainted," said Kevin.
"I'll bet," said Jake shaking his head. "Although from the looks of it I'd say someone knocked him unconscious."
"Now where you get that idea?" said Kevin with mock indignation.
"The bruise on your right knuckles maybe," said Jake humbly. "But I'm probably just seeing things."
"Although I suppose if a similar injury appeared on my left hand then it wouldn't appear out of the ordinary now would it?" Kevin lightly warned. Jake laughed really hard at that.
"Good one," he said as Carly herded the passengers and their belongings into the back of the chopper.
"Goodbye Jake," said Regis as he passed by. "I swear I'll make all of this right again by any means necessary."
"Yeah, listen, Jake. Good luck, I hope you make it through this," said Kevin seriously.
"I do too," said Jake. "But all the same I'll keep watching the friendly skies so that one day we'll be in the pipe…"
"Five by five," completed Kevin as both shook hands and Jake shut the door as the helicopter's blades sped up and the chopper slowly lifted off into the air and took off into the distance. Jake stood there in the howling rain watching the lights of the chopper slowly recede into the distance over the rising wall of flame and smoke from the jungle.
"Let's go," said the leader to Jake who nodded and turned his back to the flames and walked with the team back to the Hummers. They got in and the two started up and headed off into the burning jungle.
"We're headed towards Embryonic Administration Building right?" Jake asked.
"Yeah that's right," said the leader as the hummer roared over a small fallen tree that was on fire.
"Cool," said Jake as he leaned back in his chair. "I was hoping there wouldn't be any immediate trouble after the fences failed, but this has been a very promising trial run."
"Yeah but that'll probably change when the raptors get loose," the leader snorted.
"Still," Carly reminded them. "Take each victory where you can."
"True dat," said Jake as the vehicles approached the Embryonic Administration Building. The vehicles halted outside and the team ran inside as the rain pelted them. They emerged into the lobby where a pair of workers was guarding the entrance. They nodded as the team moved onwards past the receptionist desk and Jake sighed as he looked at the empty chair beyond it before moving on into the main area where various workers were trying to get some rest amidst all the maturation chambers.
"Get some sleep," said Jake to Unit 12. "I'll be in my office."
The others nodded and tried to find a place to lie down amidst the various bodies littering the floor. Jake tore up the steps and entered into his office and shut the door as he sat down behind his desk. He opened the safe behind him and shoved the Uzis he was carrying into it and slammed it shut before spinning the lock.
"Heaven forbid I ever have to explain what those are doing in there," said Jake with a chuckle. He flipped his computer on and looked at the papers in his inbox and outbox that he hadn't touched in four months. Sighing he reached into his duffle bag and picked up a radio and flipped it on.
"Sam?" he asked into it.
"Yeah," said the other end. "What's up Jake?"
"Where are you holed up at?" Jake asked as he pulled out a map and laid it on his desk.
"South of the Workers Village holed up in the Hammond Research Center," came the response. "You're north of the village at Embryonics Administration right?"
"Yeah," said Jake yawning. "On a positive note we did get our passengers out of here."
"Thank God," said Sam with a sigh of relief. "Any problems though?"
"Well if you count one tyrannosaurus rex and multiples hadrosaurs then yes," said Jake.
"Ouch," said Sam cringing. "Any casualties?"
"Thankfully no," said Jake. "Although I think the hadrosaur may have become extinct again."
"Not exactly, after all you still have the embryos in storage in your building. There is a reason why that building is called Embryonics Administration last time I checked," said Sam.
"Yeah you're right about that," Jake responded. "On the other hand it feels like I haven't been here in years."
"I know the feeling," said Sam. "Listen we both need to get some sleep, who knows the next time we'll get any more."
"Right," Jake acknowledged. "Good luck."
"You too," said Sam and the line went dead. Jake looked at the far wall of his office and then looked down at the couch on the other end. He walked over to it and briefly sat down on it before getting up and leaving his office. He walked down the steps to the large area where the various workers were still trying to get some sleep. They all looked at him with some measure of fear and trepidation.
"Get some sleep," said Jake laying down his sleeping bag and crawling into it. "Tomorrow's a busy day."
With that he closed his eyes and instantly dozed off as the others looked at each nervously and also went to sleep.
All around Sorna all the fences failed and all of the dinosaurs escaped only to flee into the jungle stark raving mad from lysine madness. But despite their minds be clouded, the desire for revenge against the two legged creatures that had attacked them unprovoked remained. The dinosaurs would exact vengeance!
Costa Rica: John Brown sat in his hotel room as he looked out at the storm hovering over the ocean with various lightning bolts streaking down. He just shook his head until he sighed with relief as a single Ingen Helicopter appeared from over the ocean and landed nearby. At that moment his cellphone rang and he left the room so as not to disturb his sleeping bride.
"Yeah what's up?" John asked into it.
"Hey it's me," said Ed Regis.
"How was it?" asked John.
"Terrible. The island's gone to hell just like you thought it would. They've been hunting the dinosaurs to try and thin the herds for when the fences finally failed, but they started too late," said Regis. "The fences failed just as I was leaving. I barely made it out alive as dozens of dinosaurs stormed the helipad trying to get at us. In the end we made it out, but I don't know how long those workers are going to last out there."
"Yeah Tropical Storm Bert really gave that island a pounding it seems," responded John. "Heaven forbid another storm or even worse a hurricane hits that island. Nothing man-made would survive and those workers would probably all be killed instantly afterwards."
"I hear that," said Regis. "So what do you need me to do before I head back for San Diego?"
"Make a copy of whatever video footage you have on that island and forward it to my office here in Costa Rica," said John. "Then make sure you prevent a very convincing argument to get those people off of that island."
"Right," said Regis. "Later."
"Yeah, later," said John as he clicked off his phone. He sat there in the hallway deep in thought as a man approached completely drenched.
"Howdy," said the man as he took out a key and prepared to enter into his room.
"Quite a storm, huh?" asked John jovially.
"Yeah," said other man with a grin. "Although I heard a new storm is brewing, one that might very well be more fierce than Bert."
"How powerful do you think?" asked John in shock.
"Well I heard it could possibly be a Category 5," said the man. "They're quite an Earth-shaker, being capable of at least 155 mile per hour winds and at least 18 feet in length. But don't worry, it won't come here it'll probably just follow this one."
"Thank goodness," John lied. "Did they say what name it might be?"
"Yeah," the man acknowledged. "They're thinking of calling it…Clarissa."