Disclamer: i do not own jurassic park or any thing that belongs to it ( would be fucking qualitly if i did tho)
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Paradise Island
Chapter two - The Plane Journey
Peterson tugged his tie down as he stood in the boiling shade beneath the modified Tri-Star. He pulled back the shirt on his three-hundred-dollar suit to glance at his one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar Rolex. Wolfe was almost ten minutes late, and Peterson was beginning to get jumpy. If the hunter didn't show up within the next five minutes, they would either have to leave without him or abandon the expedition. He hoped to high heaven that it would not have to be the latter, his boss would not be happy with that.
The door above opened and a large tanned head poked out. "Hey! When's this guy getting here?"
Peterson looked up at the man half-leaning out of the plane and was about to answer when the sound of an engine echoed from the other end of the airstrip. He turned and watched as the truck he'd seen a week before took a short cut across a grass verge and skidded to a stop thirty feet away.
"That him?" the tanned man asked, frowning as a figure climbed out of the truck and started grabbing bags out of the back.
Peterson breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that's him. Thank God," he muttered under his breath as he stepped out into the heat and made his way towards the hunter.
"You're late," he stated, coming to a stop next to Wolfe.
Wolfe dropped a tool box almost on Peterson's feet. "You never said which strip," he offered in way of an excuse. Reaching into the back again, he grabbed a combat vest and a large backpack. A second, smaller backpack already sat next to the truck's back wheel.
"My apologies," Peterson muttered, silently cursing his mistake. "We need to leave soon, so if you could just follow me, then we'll be off."
Wolfe glanced up at the plane, noting the two engines either side, plus the one that sat on top. Odd, he thought, Tri-Star's don't have five engines. Shaking his head, he picked up the large backpack and slung it over one shoulder, with his other hand, he grabbed the toolbox, vest and small backpack and headed off after Peterson.
"I'm er… glad you decided to come," Peterson said once he reached the bottom of the steps.
Wolfe pushed past and began trudging up the steps. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath. This stupid heat was really starting to piss him off. He hated hot countries, particularly when they were hot. God damn it, this heat was getting to him.
The tanned man stepped back to let the hunter past. Wolfe nodded his head at the other man and made his way towards the nearest seat. He dumped his toolbox on his left as he passed a seat and sat down on the one opposite it, setting down his large backpack beside him.
"Oi! Fuckshit, do you mind?"
He glanced up at the sound of the woman's voice and found himself looking at a pair of annoyed emerald eyes. The woman was looking left at him, slouching in her seat against the window with her legs on the one next to her. She was wearing a white shirt over a brown t-shirt and khaki pants with brown boots resting lightly on the armrest. Her hair was hidden under a green baseball cap which partly shadowed her eyes.
It was then that he noticed why she was glaring at him. His stuff was on her legs.
"Er… sorry," he said, reaching across and moving his stuff from her legs, to the floor next to the seat. He noticed a brown satchel with letters printed on it and duffle bag next to the window seat. The letters, of which he could only read three were RIS. He assumed it was some kind of name but shook it off and sat back in his seat. "So…"
"Do not say anything," she warned, and he noticed she was holding something in her hands. Something that looked a lot like a GameBoy from the old days. Her fingers moved rapidly over the buttons, her head started to move closer and closer to the screen until she snapped back, feet kicking at the armrest. "ASSHOLE!"
Wolfe sat back, alarmed, as she glared at the game, gritting her teeth together. She must've noticed him staring at her, because she turned and cast an ice-cold glare his way.
"See what you did, asswipe, you made me fucking lose!"
"Er…" Wolfe muttered as she turned back to her game. "No problem."
"Shithead," she muttered, turning again back to her game.
Wolfe raised an eyebrow and out the corner of his eye as the tanned man sat down across the aisle from him. He smirked and raised a hand in greeting.
The tanned man nodded his head in return and said, "You're Wolfe, right?"
"Yeah," Wolfe replied, reaching down for his small backpack.
"My name's Roberto Hernandez," the tanned man replied.
"Just call him Bobby," the woman said, glancing up from her game. Roberto flipped her the finger. She turned her GameBoy on one side and Wolfe heard a small click come from it. Her fingers flew over the buttons and she turned it round a second later. There was a picture of Roberto wearing a 18th century dress doing a break dance on the screen.
Wolfe smirked and tried to hide it. Roberto lunged for her, only to be shoved back by one kick from her feet. He immediately doubled over, falling onto the seat behind him and trying to curl into a ball to protect his sore stomach.
"Big baby," she muttered under her breath, turning back to her computer.
"Er… What did you just do?" Wolfe asked, confusion on his face.
The woman grinned at him and held up her foot. The underside of her boots were covered in spikes. "They're ice-claw boots," she explained, "Designed for heavy duty rock climbing. And they also happen to be my favourite set of shoes."
"Ya think?" Hernandez asked, attempting to sit up winded.
"Well, I'm sorry, hon, they wouldn't let me bring my stilettos."
Wolfe watched the exchange with mild amusement, eyebrows raised in amazement. Hernandez winced again and looked down at his stomach, which was visible through the numerous holes in his shirt. Blood was starting to stain the material. The woman hid her face behind the computer screen, but Wolfe could see the grin that she was wearing.
"Okay, people!" Peterson called as he entered the cabin. "We're almost ready for take-off. I hope you are all ready and prepared for this trip."
"Wouldn't be here if we weren't," the woman grumbled under her breath. Wolfe fought to suppress his own grin again as she continued to play on the GameBoy.
"Excuse me!" Peterson sounded annoyed. Wolfe turned back to him to see he was glaring at the woman - who was ignoring him - and did not look amused at her behaviour. He placed his hands on his hips and Wolfe had the feeling he was going on a school trip and Tetris was the miscreant. Peterson rolled his eyes when she continued to ignore him and called out, "MARIAH!"
A seven inch hunting knife embedded in the wall right above him sticking his straw hat to it. Both Hernandez and Wolfe turned at the same time to see the woman glaring at Peterson like he was the biggest shit she'd ever seen. Every muscle in her body was frozen in place and when she moved, it was with a predatory grace that left all three men feeling like she was about to kill them.
Very carefully, one foot in front of the other, she began to approach Peterson. When she reached him, she reached up slowly and grasped the knife handle in one hand.
"If you ever, EVER, say that name again, Louie, I will fucking kill you." at this she removed the knife
Peterson swallowed, and nodded, shivering in his suit at the cold glint in her eyes. She pulled the knife out and held it at her side. Wolfe glanced down and saw that her knuckles were bone-white.
"Good boy," she growled at Peterson and stalked back to her seat.
Peterson didn't stop shivering for a minute. Hernandez and Wolfe looked at each other.
"O-Okay then, erm… let's get back on track shall we?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pad of paper. "Er… let's see, job assignments."
"What the fuck do we need job assignments for?" Tetris grumbled. "We already fucking know what we gotta do, so let's just fucking take off so we can fucking do it!"
Peterson stood trembling for a moment, his face turned paper white, before he spun round and disappeared into the cockpit. Tetris glared at the door for a moment and lifted the knife that was in her lap. A second later it appeared buried in the door.
Xxxxx
"Having trouble back there?" the co-pilot asked as Peterson shut the door behind him.
"Not really, everyone's getting on fine."
"Tough crowd to please, are they?" the pilot said, smirking over his shoulder.
"Can we just get going please, we're losing time here." Peterson sent a glare at the pilot's back. The navigator just grinned at him.
"Gonna warn 'em, chief?"
Peterson glared once again and settled into the chair opposite the young navigator.
Xxxxx
It was only after the woman had got up and retrieved her hunting knife that Wolfe even dared to breathe. He watched as she slipped the knife back into the satchel and placed it back on the floor with one hand, the other being occupied with the GameBoy. He frowned down at the bag, now having a clear view of the word written there and glanced back up at the woman, who had her back to the window and her legs up on the seat next to her.
"Tetris?" he read and looked up at her. Was that possibly her name? he wandered. She glanced across at him but said nothing. Hernandez made a hand gesture that was probably supposed to mean 'Drop it' or something like that. He ignored the other man and looked up at her. "That your name?" he asked.
"What about it?" she replied.
Without warning, the place lurched forward, sending Wolfe - who had not belted up - flying into the woman - who cursed - and Hernandez slammed back in his seat, head banging off the head rest.
"Aw, shit!" the Brazilian growled, bringing a hand up to rub his neck. He looked across and Wolfe and the woman, "What the fuck was that?"
The woman angrily shoved Wolfe off of her and stormed towards the door. Disoriented, Wolfe shakily got to his feet and glanced out the window to see the runway slowly disappearing beneath the plane.
"Assholes!" the woman shouted. Wolfe looked over at her and saw her glaring up at the sign over the door.
'SEATBELTS ON'
"They couldn't've told us that before?" Wolfe asked.
"No," the woman snorted and spun round to face him. "In case you haven't noticed, Peterson is a Grade-A asshole."
Still shaking, Wolfe scrambled across to his seat as the woman calmly walked back down the aisle with the grace and balance of a panther. She crouched next to Hernandez to check his neck before returning to her own seat and buckling up again. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed that Wolfe was sitting directly opposite her.
"Maybe you'd better sit next to me this time," she suggested. He could see in her eyes that if he argued he'd probably end up a dead man. "We wouldn't want any little accidents, now, would we?" her gaze dropped innocently to the satchel where the seven inch hunting knife was currently residing.
"Okay," Wolfe agreed immediately, carefully unbuckling and sliding across. For some reason, the plane was still tilted at a steep angle and he did not fancy smashing into the woman again. Once he was seated and buckled up, the woman slouched in her seat and put her feet up on the seat opposite her - his seat until he'd moved.
"You act like you've never flown before." Hernandez chuckled from across the aisle.
"I have," Wolfe replied, "But I'm not used to…"
There was another jolt, which sent everyone straight upwards two inches off their seats and the front end of the plane began to slope downwards. This made the seatbelts extremely uncomfortable for the men.
"What the hell is this?" Hernandez growled, craning his neck in a vain attempt to see through the door to the cockpit.
The woman sighed. Wolfe glanced over at her and saw that she was staring out the window. "Reggie's driving," she muttered. "You guys might wanna get comfy, he tends to do this when he gets bored."
Both men looked at her.
"This is the Captain speaking," a man's voice came over the intercom. "We appear to have hit a bit of turbulence so please get as comfortable as you can. This could take a while."
"I'll bet," the woman muttered. She picked up the GameBoy, turned it over and Wolfe watched her pull a wire out. At the end, barely visible, was a tiny microphone. She pressed one of the buttons and growled, "Oi, Reggie, you better hope to God we get outta here soon or else I'll be chucking your ass up and down the place just like at Boot."
"Y-Yes Ma'am, I m-m-m-mean, Sir er… shit," the pilot stammered in reply. "Sorry, Tetris," he said at last.
"Oh, it's alright Reggie," she told him, smiling sweetly although the pilot couldn't see her. "You're forgiven. Now can we please get back on course, I actually wanna make time on this one."
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied and the plane righted itself again.
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"Did you have to do that?" Peterson asked, his voice an octave higher than normal.
"Course," Reggie replied, grinning at the other man's obvious discomfort.
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"So, your name is Tetris?"
The woman glared at Wolfe, who just grinned back at her.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
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please reveiw purty purty please