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Author's note: I hadn't really planned on writing a second chapter to this, but you dragged it out of me. So now I have an idea for a whole big story and it's all thanks to my reviewers. So this is my gift to you. This is set after the second movie and Ian Malcolm is a "changed man" in that he is at least trying a little harder to be a good father. Ironically that's what got him into this whole mess. Without further ado, the next Chappie. Trumpet blows
Chapter Two
Ian Malcolm realized he was powerless until the plane landed, by which time, any resistance would be useless. What did Hammond want now, he wondered. He had tried Jurassic Park, which had failed, and still had site-B, which was still thriving. Malcolm's kidnapper had cheerily passed him multiple times, but Malcolm returned the gesture only with a scowl.
"Ian, where are we going?" asked Pastor Maer.
"We are not going to Kelly's gymnastics event, or anywhere else you would want to be. If you are permitted, I would highly advise you to stay in the plane, Pastor," Ian grumpily replied. He had barely survived the carnivorous dinosaurs twice before and possessed on desire to press his luck again.
"Now, Ian, it can't be that bad. Where are we headed?" Maer chuckled.
"We are headed into amazement, running, screaming, pain, and, I kid you not, torture and death."
"Come now, Dr. Malcolm. There is no reason to be so pessimistic on account of chaos theory," Hammond laughed. "If it were true chaos, there would be no theories." Malcolm rolled his eyes; Hammond still didn't understand.
"When will we eat?" Pastor Maer asked.
"We're almost to the island. We'll eat when the others arrive."
"Others?!"Malcolm stared at Hammond in shock. "Who?"
"The original crew, of course: You, Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, Timothy and Alexis." Malcolm was about to ask how Hammond had persuaded them to come and why Pastor Maer was there, but the plane began descending and he had to fumble for his seatbelt. AS it clicked, the mathematician glanced out his window to see a building below them. It had a landing platform on the top, which the airplane descended toward.
"I hate landings!" the Pastor screamed like he was on the scariest roller coaster ride in the world.
"Don't worry, we're nearly down," Hammond reassured him. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the plane's wheels hit solidly on the landing platform. Hammond rose and gave the other two a signal to stay put. He pushed a button and retracted part of the floor. Seconds later, a ladder was placed from the plane to the floor of the building.
"Shall we?" Hammond cheerfully invited. The Pastor eagerly rushed to the ladder, so Ian had to follow. The building into which the men descended was perfectly normal. The walls were a homely blue-green. They had entered into a hallway that had paintings of dinosaurs roaming in the confines of a luscious forest.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" came Hammond's voice from behind them. "Lexi did that one." He pointed to a painting of a Tyrannosaurus Rex roaring viciously against the blood-red sunrise. A shiver ran down Ian's spine. The memory of that animal chasing him was eternal torment.
"That's amazing," Pastor Maer awed.
"Yeah," Malcolm waked off into one of the rooms. He had to figure out what John Hammond was up to, other than signing six death certificates. He must have paced the room, muttering to himself, about a hundred times, and still not come up with anything. The original team . . . at site B. One thing was clear: John Hammond was purely insane and the perfect example of chaos theory.