Chapter 23: Jurassic Park Europe

The red topped jeep pulled into the garage attached to the Visitor Center and was parked in the designated area for the two gas powered jeeps that were present at the park. Hammond opened the door and lightly stepped out of the jeep, leading with his cane. He entered the building through the doorway at the back of the garage, which fed right into the main hallway of the lower level of the magnificent building, the section of the building where all the work was done and where all the offices laid. Having nothing else outstanding to oversee, Hammond thought it would be nice to go and sit in his office for a little while, knowing full well that anything could happen at anytime. He turned off the screensaver on his desktop computer and he had a notification that he had a new email waiting for him. He signed himself into the INGEN network and opened his inbox, seeing the new message in question. He double clicked on the message title and the email opened. He leaned forward, reading off of the screen.

Dear John Hammond:
Hello, my name is Ichiro Kanyota. I am the head manager of the INGEN Asia team. I am emailing you today to express an interest in your current project. The only information I have been able to gather about it is that you needed an island and very secure fencing. We have found an island similar to this Isla Nublar, and we would like to make a copy of your project here in Europe, so that Ingen can make a more sizable profit. Please email me your thoughts about this. Thank you.
I. Kanyota

Hammond leaned back in the old leather chair and thought about what the email said. He was torn on giving an answer to his fellow INGEN manager. While it was true that they were both divisions of INGEN, he was very wary about what others knew about his project and how much the party in question was trustworthy enough to share certain pieces with.

Deciding that a Jurassic Park Europe would be a good idea and financially wise, he quickly wrote a reply email, agreeing that a mirror park on that side of the world would be a wise investment. He also wrote that a helicopter would be arriving to retrieve him and some of his associates, so that they could see the true nature of the park.

Hammond closed the web browser and picked up his phone, dialing the INGEN main office in California. He spoke for a few minutes and hung up, a sly smile spreading across his face. He looked at the clock on his desk and noticed that it was a quarter after five, and dinner was being served in the large dining room. He got up, and shuffled down the hallway, his door closing with a click behind him.

The next morning the familiar blue and white INGEN helicopter slowly touched down on the landing pad across from the base of the waterfall. Three Asian men, dressed in business suits and carrying briefcases exited the helicopter. As if on cue, two of the gas-powered jeeps appeared from around the bend of the road, the lead jeep with Hammond in the front seat talking excitedly to the driver of that particular vehicle.

"Mr. Kanyota, I presume?" he said smiling as the jeep pulled up next to the three men who just got off the plane. Hammond stood up and extended his hand to the men.

"Welcome to the island. Please get in the first jeep, and your two associates can go to the second."

Mr. Kanyota nodded his head to the two men, and they walked over to the other jeep, getting in and sitting in the backseat together. Hammond took a step to the side to allow Kanyota enough room to get into their jeep. The engine of the jeep roared to life as the INGEN driver turned it around and went back down the path it drove up on. They passed through the open gate of the perimeter fence, which was promptly closed by two workers, and continued on.

"Jones, turn down this road please," Hammond asked from the back seat, looking around as if he was looking for something in particular. The driver obliged without a word, and turned down the hill, driving towards the lagoon. Hammond's face lit up, as if he just discovered something.


"Mr. Kanyota, will you look to your left please?" he said quickly, trying to contain his excitement.

Kanyota, looking confused, slowly turned his head and stopped, dumbfounded by what he saw. About fifty yards from the jeeps, standing knee deep in the lagoon water, were two of the Brachiosaurs, lightly calling to each other and chewing on some tree branches. On the banks of the lagoon, some of the Parasaurs were taking mud and dust baths to escape the morning heat of the island.

"Those are di-di-dinosaurs?!" Kanyota managed to stutter, staring at the great beasts.
"You are right sir, and that is the magic of this island," Hammond responded, chuckling.

The jeep turned around and headed back to the Visitor Center all of the men quiet and speechless, each one trying to fathom the popularity that this place would own.

Hammond leads them through a small tour of the Visitor's Center, ending at his office in the back of the building. He motioned for Mr. Kanyota to sit down, and his associates stood behind him. Hammond himself sat down and folded his hands on his desk.

"This will be the best wildlife preserve ever created. People from all over the world will come to see these animals. Now explain your email to me"

Mr. Kenyota took the time to choose his words carefully and finally answered.

"We want to take this idea to Europe, so that people don't have to travel all the way around the world. We will design the other park the same way that you have done this, even exhibit the same animals if you want us to. I want to do this for Ingen, not for any personal gains that I might have, because I have none to receive," he finished, smiling.

Hammond remained silent, before responding with,

"I will tell you what, design your island and start construction, and when the Paddocks are completed and security is in place, we will evaluate it. If the new park meets or beats expectations, we can start sending animals. I think it would be a better to exhibit different animals as well, that way people have reason to go to both."

"Thank you Mr. Hammond, we promise to make Jurassic Park: Europe just as successful as the original."

Mr. Kenyota stood up and shook Hammond's hand, bowing his head slightly in a customary goodbye.

The three men left the office and the compound, and got into the red topped jeep, their helicopter touching down on the helipad as they left the Visitor's Center.