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Chapter 2: Reunion
Young Executive
The jet touched down at the San Diego airport with a screech. The plane slowed and came to a stop. Timothy Murphy stepped out of the private plane. He wore the expensive suit of an executive and carried a leather brief case. Tim hadn't imagined this flashy lifestyle, working for his grand father at INGen, when he was young. Tim had wanted to be a paleontologist and work with his idol and friend Alan Grant. Opportunity presented a good paying beginners job at INGen, however, and Tim couldn't refuse such a good start right out of college. Soon, his knowledge and level headedness had him ascending the ranks at INGen until he found himself President of the Board of Directors. As Hammond's right hand man Tim knew everything that happened at INGen, whether it was sponsorship, or funding an organization, and even the mundane business of purchasing office equipment.
Recently, Tim had been hearing from friends, lower in the INGen ranks, that Hammond had been doing secret business with the Costa Rican dismissed this as office gossip, at least in the beginning. Rumors were always popping up about this secret plan and that secret investment, and how the basement was home to Hammond's pet triceratops. But soon a lot of familiar names began showing up in documents that appeared on Tim's desk. Names like Alan Grant, Ian Malcolm, Eleanor Sattler, Alexis Murphy, Henry Wu, Gerald Harding and even his own name were constantly highlighted in documents and agreements, some in Spanish. Then a contract was signed between the Costa Rican Government, John Hammond on behalf of INGen, and the US Government. Hammond told everyone it was a "clean-up contract" that said INGen had to remove trash and debris from the remains of Isla Nublar and Jurassic Park. The contract was kept in the dark for almost 10 months until it mysteriously appeared in an unmarked manilla envelope in Tim's filing cabinet. The contract was vague and all Tim could glean from the document was that INGen was paying for work to be done on Isla Nublar, a scary thought. Then finally Hammond went to Costa Rica. He had not returned in almost 3 years and Tim was left to manage the company in the US while Hammond was away.
Tim was worried. The last time Hammond had gone to Costa Rica, he created a genetic theme park where the star attreactions caused the deaths of several people and left INGen almost bankrupt. Hammond had even lost control of the company for two years. After the death of Peter Ludlow and a severe incident in San Diego, the board reappointed Hammond CEO of INGen and Hammond vowed to get the company out of a large financial hole. Hammond came through on his promise and INGen was saved. Hammond had charm and charisma that could easily swoon investors. His theatrics, the twinkle in his eye and the results he brought to the table were impressive. Tim could remember going to Japan with his grandfather. Hammond spoke Japanese fluently but when it came time to do business he hired an interpreter. The interpreter would come in before Hammond and Tim and say who she was and that she had been provided by INGen. Hammond would walk in introduce himself, the interpreter would stand and Hammond, in impeccable Japanese would dismiss her with a bow. This was a simple way Hammond made a big impression on possible investors. Tim also recalled Hammond's pitch to a Texas oil lord.
"Why should I invest in your damned company Hammond, all you're good for is causing accidents."
Hammond smiled and said, "My company has done things no one in the world can do; we have brought the past to the present. Yes, there have been problems, caused by the poor judgment of some people who were associated with this company, such as the incident in San Diego. Yes, we have had financial problems in the past several years, but goddammit we created dinosaurs and we still can create dinosaurs. If you can find another genetics company that can do that, by all means..."
Tim's chauffered car pulled up to a buildeing with INGen over the door. He walked into a reception area, air-conditioned and clean.
"Mr. Murphy." said a busty receptionist.
"Hello, Jane."
Tim stepped into an elevator.
On the top floor, waiting by the door to Tim's office was a tall gray haired man with thick eyebrows a bald head and wire-rimmed glasses.
"Hello, Kissling. What can I do for you?"
"Well I just was talking to your grand father." said the man.
"He said he needed to speak with you."
Harvard Chaotician
Ian Malcolm was tired. The long flight from Florida had him jet lagged and drunk.
Malcolm had been uneasy and tense before he boarded the plane and he found himself sucking down the champagne that the stewardess had provided. John Hammond had called him. Hammond had called with a proposition, the terms of which were never fully disclosed. All Ian had gotten from Hammond is that he had a new science project. He remembered the brief and odd call as he stepped, shakily, into a cab.
The phone rang.
Malcolm picked it up "Hello."
"Ahahaha my boy how long has it been" he recognized the voice of Hammond immediately.
"Hello, John." Malcolm replied.
Hammond chuckled.
"The last time I spoke with you Ian was several years ago in my bedroom."
Malcolm had tried to forget that meeting.
"Well to get to the point," said Hammond quickly "I have a proposition for you and it involves a new project I'm working on."
"Umm John" Ian cut in but Hammond appeared not to have heard.
"Don't worry nothing dangerous, nothing dangerous. So I'll have Tim call you later to discuss the details. So long"
That was how it ended no details were discussed and Malcolm had hardly said a word.
Ian's leg hurt just thinking about John's last project.
Tim Murphy soon called Malcolm and asked if they could meet in San Diego. Malcolm, who was now teaching at Harvard, was on vacation in the Florida keys but Tim had convinced him to leave. So, Malcolm had left his beautiful hotel with its wonderful view and boarded the plane for San Diego with a first-class ticket paid for by INGen.
The cab bounced and the driver turned his head toward Malcolm. Just as the cabby opened his mouth, Malcolm closed the small window in the partition between the front and back seats. The driver turned back to the street with a dirty look on his face.
The cab dropped Malcolm and his baggage at the front of a building with INGen over the door. Malcolm stepped into the office building, luggage in hand. A busty receptionist sat at a desk in the middle of a large, clean room. Macolm approached the woman.
"Checking in." said Malcolm with a smile as he leaned against the desk, luggage beside him.
The receptionist just began to speak when the elevator doors opened to reveal a handsome, brown-haired and fit young man in a very expensive, pressed suit.
"Doctor Malcolm." Said Tim from the elevator.
Ian approached the young man now stepping from the elevator.
"Tim Murphy you're all grown up." said Malcolm.
The doors to the building opened and Tim turned to look. Malcolm followed Tim's lead and turned to see Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler walking in, like he had, with baggage in hand.
Same Old Paleontologist
Alan Grant watched as Ian Malcolm approached. His former lover, Ellie Sattler, stood next to him. She was still absolutely gorgeous. Grant couldn't help but think about if things had been different. His thoughts quickly left Ellie and went to Malcolm as the Mathematician stuck his hand out.
"Hello Dr. Grant. " Ian said as he shook grants rough hand.
"Ian." replied Grant with a knod, shaking Malcolm's hand.
Grant removed his sunglasses and said, "So, nice reunion."
Tim smiled and shook Grant's hand.
Grant was tired of hearing from INGen but this time it was different, Tim was a friend and this was something like a seeing family during holidays.
"Right, well to get to it. My grandfather said he wants to talk to the three of you, discuss a new project he's working on. He told me he had already spoken with the three of you. He's making a new park."
"Wait a new theme park with Dinosaurs you mean, right?" interrupted Malcolm.
"Yes." replied Tim.
"Well, what does this have to do with us?" asked Ellie
"Grandpa is trying to get you to approve of the park, he thinks that with your expert opinions and your previous experiences, that if you sign-off on the park, endorse it, that people will be more willing to invest and even go to the park once it's open."
"Wait he wants us to go to the place where we all almost died?" said Ellie.
"Not yet, " said Tim "For now he wants to meet at his house in Costa Rica, just to discuss it."
Grant was fuming now. He had been receiving letters and phone calls from INGen for years, but none had asked him to return to the place where he had stared a T-Rex in the face. He thought of the rex's hot breath, he thought of the sweet and sour smell of decay on the creature. He shivered. He would not go.