The Monsters That Inhabit Site B

While Ellie Grant, Malcolm, and Guittierez trekked through the dense jungles at the edge of Site B, which encircled the large dirt-paths that had once been game trails, or the roads frequented by large carnivores such as the tyrannosaurs, the capture crews tasked by Ludlow were searching the island's northern jungles systematically, in two groups. The capture crews had been authorized by Ludlow to fire dinosaur tranquilizer darts at the 'intruders', and were searching the jungles from the eastern and western sides simultaneously, moving closer to the center in a pincer formation. They would eventually meet in the middle, and the four 'intruders' would either be dead or be forced to run southwards towards the construction sites or the worker's village.

In the distance, Ellie, Grant, Malcolm, and Guittierez heard the loud sounds of various construction machines operating. They heard the roars of powerful engines, the droning buzz of power tools, and the faint voices of the workmen-the voices seemed to be very agitated. They also heard the capture crews approaching them from both the left and the right. They saw the capture crews in their bright yellow overalls through the now thinning tree growth. The crews were trekking towards them on foot, their vehicles being unable to move through the trees. The four of them saw the crewmen moving through the trees quickly, agilely.

"Those buggers move through the forest like some bloody insects," said Grant, eyeing the crewmen as the four of them trekked towards the construction machine noises ahead of them.

"Yeah, they DO seem to move like grasshoppers," agreed Guittierez.

"Sshh! They'll locate us faster if we make noise," hissed Ellie.

Suddenly, a dart whizzed past her face and stuck in the trunk of a tree next to her, the dart's plunger depressing upon impact. Clear, runny liquid flowed out of the puncture the dart had made and ran down the trunk of the tree that the dart had hit. On the die of the dart, in scarlet print, were the symbols 'Tβ'. Turning to their left, where the dart had come from, they saw a group of capture crewmen leveling their tranquilizer dart guns at them.

"Run forward!" shouted Malcolm, and they ran towards the construction site, which was visible through the trees ahead of them.

They heard loud voices talking rapidly in Spanish and the sound of twigs breaking as the crewmen chased them all out through the forest. Darts whizzed past them, one grazing Grant's left ear. Behind them, the two capture crews had united into one group in pursuit of them. Suddenly, Guittierez let out a cry of pain, and fell to his knees.

"Marty! What's… OH MY GOD!" Ellie shouted, seeing the dart labeled as, 'Tβ' sticking out of Guittierez's back as he fell onto his stomach, convulsing violently. Grant and Malcolm turned back to help her, and they didn't even realize that the hail of darts had stopped.

"Pull that out of him!" snapped Malcolm, as he put his fingers to Guittierez's wrist, feeling for the pulse of his radial artery. There was a weak and infrequent pulse.

Grant pulled the dart out of Guittierez's back, throwing it aside. He turned Guittierez over and put him in a sitting position. The dart had hit him in the lower back, and Grant hoped that by making him sit, his blood would take longer to circulate to his heart, and would delay the circulation of the powerful tranquilizer.

"No se mueva, señor," a gruff voice behind Grant said.

Grant turned around, and saw Ellie and Malcolm with their hands in the air, as the capture crewmen surrounded them. The crewmen had all leveled their dart guns at the four of them, and four of the crewmen were holding rusty-looking handcuffs.

The burly crewman who had spoken earlier spoke again, "Don't move, senor. Or I will shoot senors and senorita here with 'TΔ'."

"Bastante!" snapped Malcolm, anger blazing in his eyes.

"Hold you tongue, senor, or I will have you silenced with 'TΔ'."

"What the hell is that?" asked Ellie, "Is it another one of your poisons?"

"Poison?"

"You killed Marty with your 'T-something'!"

"Senorita, be thankful that I used 'T Beta' on him and not 'T Delta', 'T Gamma', or 'T Omega'. These are tranquilizantes for the dinosaurios, or the monstruos that inhabit this isla."

"You shot him with dinosaur tranquilizers?" shouted Grant, standing up, only to find a dart gun barrel prodding his back. He was dealt a glancing blow to the back of his knees, and he fell down.

"Yes, that would be the word," replied the burly crewman, who, Ellie observed, had a tag with the words, 'Ramon-CC Captain α' on it.

"You're a captain of your group, how could you allow your men to do this?" hissed Ellie, in a dangerous-sounding tone.

"No worries, senorita. 'Tβ' is just adequate to tranquilize one of those raptors. If I had used 'TΔ', su amigo resolverá su fabricante!" upon hearing this, the crewmen started laughing rapturously, but nonetheless kept their guns aimed at the four of them.

"Monster!" yelled Malcolm, who received a kick in the lower back for speaking that word.

"We'll see. Tire al compañero negro con ' alfa de T '" barked the burly crewman. A second later, Malcolm fell to the ground, a dart labeled as 'Tα' sticking out of his back.

"What did you do to him?" shouted Ellie, walking up to the burly captain.

"Oh, just knocked him out with 'Tα'. It's enough to make the chicken-sized dinosaurios sleep."

"Fuck you!"

"Hahaha. Oi, Ronaldo!E l señor Ludlow. de la llamada tenemos los intrusos," said the captain, causing one of the men to start talking into his walkie-talkie. He turned to Grant, "Senor, you'd better wear the handcuffs, or I'll give you 'TΩ' straight, you hear?"

Wordlessly, Grant and Ellie were handcuffed, and two crewmen grabbed Guittierez and Malcolm, each one carrying one of them over their shoulders. They walked in a tight group, the crewmen surrounding them. Two minutes later, they left the forest, and reached a road. Three Jeeps were there, and a balding, bespectacled man stepped forward to meet them. He was flanked by a gaunt man with a cowboy hat much like Grant's, and a tall, rail-thin Chinese-looking man.

The bespectacled man walked up to them, smiling, "Welcome to Site B, Doctors Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler. I'm Peter Ludlow."

"We know who you are, you conniving idiot!" snarled Grant.

"Oh, dear," sighed Ludlow, throwing his hands in the air, "Ramon, 'Tα', for Dr. Grant, please."

Grant fell with a dart sticking out of his neck. Ellie turned to Ludlow.

"You….you…. Bastard!" she shouted, making the crewmen snigger.

Ludlow held up a hand, silencing the crewmen. He looked amused, "Bastard! What a word." More sniggering, but softly.

"So what? You shot at humans with dinosaur tranquilizers!"

"What about it? I believe your friend Doctor Marty Guittierez is already dead."

Ellie was silent, looking at Marty's corpse, and the unconscious forms of Ian and Alan. Ludlow shrugged.

"Take them to the worker's village and put them in the laboratory cages."

"What? You're mad, Ludlow!"

"So? You expected a 5-star reception for trespassing on my property?"

"You don't own this island," she said, struggling against the two crewmen who were restraining her.

"InGen has bought the island. I OWN InGen. Therefore, I own this island," Ludlow sniffed snootily.

As Ellie was dragged into one of the Jeeps, she glared at Ludlow, saying, "I thought that the dinosaurs were the only monsters on this island."

"They are," said the gaunt man with the cowboy hat.

"No. They're not the only monsters here. YOU BASTARDS ARE THE REAL MONSTERS WHO INHABIT SITE B!" she shrieked, and was shot with a 'Tα' dart.

"Good grief! NOW she's been shut up," said Ludlow, hopping into his Jeep with Tembo and Lee.