Author's note: I am sorry this is such a short chapter. This scenario has been popping up every time I have tried to work on the story, so I stuck it in. I am not as busy now, so I should be updating more frequently.
Muldoon carelessly stuffed Tracy's business card into his wallet as he sulked down the street. He walked back to his bungalow grabbed a full canteen and his jeep keys and took off in his jeep. He flew down the road until he abruptly turned left onto the dirt track that lead to the animal preserve.
That's a big carrot to dangle in front of a donkey, Muldoon thought. He glanced at his wallet and knitted his brows in concentration, but am I a stupid enough ass to bite?
He grunted as he swerved around a fallen tree blocking the road. He slammed on his brakes and cut the wheels sharply to the right as he skidded into the clearing at the end of the road. Muldoon grabbed his survival pack and canteen from the back seat, stuffed his wallet and car keys in one of his pockets, and hopped over the jeep door.
This wasn't unusual for Muldoon. When he needed time to think, he would head into the park and "disappear" for days. The other park employees were accustomed to this tendency of Muldoon's. Because of Muldoon's apparent survival skills, no one showed much concern for his welfare. Eventually, another park ranger would happen across his jeep. They would check to make sure that nothing was taken, and then check on the jeep once a day. If it turned up missing, they would check at Muldoon's bungalow before sending out a search party.
Muldoon shouldered his pack and walked briskly through the savannah grass. He was still fuming over Tracy's offer when he reached his usual camp site. Not feeling ready to stop, Muldoon stomped through it and continued further into the park. Finally, at dusk, Muldoon collapsed in a clearing of Baobab trees.
Muldoon pushed Tracy's offer as far from his mind as possible for two days. On the third day, Muldoon reluctantly pulled out the business card. Muldoon had lost all desire to kill predators after returning from Jurassic Park. They were vicious, but in their natural environment. The only thing that Muldoon really wanted to destroy was Jurassic Park. John Hammond's "dinosaurs" were vicious, but not natural parts of the island environment. Animals that weren't specifically designed for the jungle could disappear completely and kill at their leisure.
Muldoon had noticed this about the raptors. Highly intelligent, the raptors adapted to almost any environment they were placed in, but they thrived in the jungle. Muldoon had warned Hammond about this, but the oblivious bastard had shrugged off his warnings and went on eating his ginger ice cream.
Muldoon suddenly started from his reverie as he remembered what Henry Wu had told him once in a drunken stupor about the "production" island. If, Muldoon glanced at the card for the company name, BioLife, Inc. wasn't following the established InGen protocol for clearing in the islands; they could be doing more damage than good. Someone familiar with the system needed to inform BioLife.
Muldoon started back for town the following hour. He made it half-way to his jeep before he had to stop for the evening. He settled down for the night and fell asleep. He dreamed he was back in the visitor center on Jurassic Park. The alluring lady who had troubled him before pushed open the doors and slinked in. She smiled and called Muldoon's name softly; this time her voice sounded strangely like John Hammond's voice. As she began to change into the raptor, Muldoon pulled the shotgun from behind his back and fired. This time he was ready for her. In his sleep, Muldoon smiled.
Two days later, a park ranger found the tattered remains of Muldoon's survival pack and his crushed canteen