Jurassic Park: New Beginnings


A man, with a can of paint in his hand, climbed a nearby ladder. He poured the paint into the tray and threw the empty paint can to the floor. The sound of the empty paint can, hitting the floor, echoed throughout the underground room. He began applying the second coat of paint to the very high ceiling in the room that he was in. He was in the underground portion of a building known as the VISITORS CENTER. He had been working very steadily, for about the last hour or so.

As he continued to paint, he kept his eye on the giant sized underwater viewing areas, located in one of the walls. That was what this room was for, to observe whatever was out in the water. The man kept looking for what he guessed were some sort of tropical prehistoric fish, but was disappointed that he didn't see a single thing.

He turned his back toward the viewing areas and began to paint more of the ceiling. That's when he heard a thump, coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and looked through one of the viewing areas. Nothing. He made his way down a few ladder steps, and looked through the other viewing area, a little farther away. Nothing.

When he looked back at the first viewing area again, what he saw, caused him to scream. There, directly in front of him, was a very large eye, peering into the room from the other side of the reinforced glass. The eye was huge, but when the creature floated upward some, its teeth were seen. They were even bigger. The sight horrified the man. He tried to climb down the ladder, but his fear got the best of him. His foot slipped on one of the rungs, and he toppled to the floor. The sound of him hitting the floor echoed throughout the room, just like the empty paint can.

When he sat up, the creature had vanished. He sat there quietly shaking, trying to catch his breath. He was beginning to have chest pains, which began to scare him even more. He was finally able to stand up and walk toward the door. That's when he heard the thump again. He didn't want to see that awful thing beyond the glass again, but he forced himself to look. Nothing.

The man sighed with relief and took a few steps toward the door. He looked back one more time, just to make sure, and that's when he saw it. There was a smaller creature swimming past the glass now. Much smaller than the first horrendous thing that he had seen. The way it was swimming back and forth caused the man to get curious about it. He took a few steps toward the viewing area again. Then he stopped again, as he saw the smaller creature coming right for the glass. It rammed its snout right into the glass very hard, producing that same thump, that he had heard twice before. He jumped backwards, and tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor. That's when he caught a glimpse of the much bigger creature again. He screamed again, as he felt his chest constricting.


Pedro Gonzales was walking down the hallway of a large 3-story building. He was sent by someone high up in the Mexican government, to check security on one of the islands near the Baja Peninsula. He had taken a tour of most of the facilities now, with the exception of what was called THE VISITORS CENTER. He was walking with two other men, asking them many questions.

"Are all of these creatures real? Or are some of them animatronic? They all looked quite real, but there were an awful lot of them."

"They are real. Living and breathing, I assure you," the older British man answered.

"That is just glorious," Pedro said, "I had no idea what I would see when I arrived. I certainly wasn't prepared for this."

"Technology is great, isn't it?" The younger, and much larger man asked.

Pedro nodded. The three of them were on the first floor. The younger man went to a door ahead. After swiping his employee keycard through the reader, the door opened. He motioned for them to go inside.

Pedro looked around the room. It was large, complete with monitors and numerous lab tables. It was very clean. It took Pedro a few minutes to notice another person, working diligently, near the back of the room.

"So what is the reason for this room?" Pedro asked the older man.

The older gentleman looked toward the man near the back.

"Norman, why don't you come over and explain to Mr. Gonzales what it is that you do here."

Norman was one of the lab technicians that worked in the lab. He only worked the weekends, but his knowledge of the island and of the dinosaurs was very abundant. He got up from his chair and walked over to them.

"This room is one of the testing areas. We use it mostly to analyze sample tissues from dinosaurs that have taken ill."

Pedro nodded. As Norman was explaining things to him, one of the lab phones rang. The younger man picked it up.

"Jacob here."

Pedro was close enough to hear the voice on the phone. It sounded frantic, but he couldn't make out what the person said. Jacob hung up the phone and looked at the older man.

"Mr. Envoy, there seems to be a situation near one of the holding areas."

"Oh?" Envoy said.

"What sort of situation?" Pedro asked.

Jacob looked at him.

"It's nothing you need to worry about. It's just a problem that Mr. Envoy has to personally address. Will you excuse us, for just a minute, please?" He asked Pedro.

"Of course."

Jacob nodded and took Envoy into a corner, for privacy.

"There's another problem with the Megalodon Holding Area. Someone was painting down there and the baby Meg rammed the glass . . . again. It scared the man, causing him to have a heart attack, sir."

"That isn't good."

"No, sir."

"Okay. I'm on my way over there. I think Mr. Gonzales has finished his tour. I don't want him going near the Visitors Center right now, so could you be kind enough to get him on a helicopter, Jacob?"

"I sure will. Don't worry."

"Thank you," Envoy said. He looked at Pedro, "Well, Mr. Gonzales, it looks as though I'm needed on another part of the island. I hope you have a safe journey back."

"Thank you, Mr. Envoy. And thank you for your hospitality."

"You're quite welcome. Good-bye."

"I'll see you out, sir," Jacob said, and then he looked at Norman, "I'll be right back."

"Okay, sir," Norman said.

Envoy and Jacob left quickly, leaving Pedro with the lab tech. Pedro began asking Norman questions again.

"So, Norman, there is one question that has been bothering me, since my tour began."

"What's that? Maybe I can help shed some light on the subject," Norman said.

"Well, I am familiar with that Jurassic Park island from a few years ago. I don't remember seeing any water creatures on that island. How were you able to get water creatures on this island?"

"There were DNA samples from different species that were never used on Jurassic Park. That is where they came from. Although the Megalodon is a different story."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the whole mosquito theory works well with all of the creatures that can function on land. The Meg, as we like to call it, lives solely in the water and has a different skin texture, so it would be impossible for a mosquito to bite it."

Pedro asked the next reasonable question.

"So, how did you create the Meg?"

"It's really quite fascinating. We simply captured two Great White sharks and genetically altered them. The female grew to over 45 feet and has become very intelligent. The male wasn't as successful, I'm afraid."

"What happened to it?"

"It died rather suddenly, a few months back."

"That's terrible," Pedro said.

"The female was already pregnant, though, so the male wasn't a total waste," Norman said.

Pedro was about to ask another question, when Jacob came into the room.

"Okay, Mr. Gonzales. If you would come with me, sir, we'll get you on a helicopter and back home."

"What about the Visitors Center?"

"We'll have to do that another day, I'm afraid. There have been some unexpected mechanical problems in the Visitors Center building. It's temporarily unsafe."

"Oh, I see. Very good, then," Pedro said.

Jacob nodded at Norman and led Pedro out of the lab and into an awaiting jeep.


Envoy arrived at the Visitors Center, as the worker was being airlifted out. He looked at all the people around the scene, until he found who he was looking for. He smiled and walked up to a very large man with short cropped brown hair. The man was very serious looking. His name was Patrick Bodan.

"Patrick, what happened?"

"Nothing much, really. Just another painter down the drain, sir," Bodan explained. He had a British accent.

"Is he okay?"

"Oh, yeah. He'll be fine. The baby Meg scared the hell out of him, that's all."

"Good. I don't need any lawsuits at this point."

"We need to hire another painter, sir. It still isn't complete."

Envoy became very serious and quiet. He grabbed Bodan by the arm and led him away from everyone.

"Is our little situation with Henry Wu, taken care of?"

Bodan smiled.

"This morning, sir. It seems he had an unfortunate accident in the lab. He won't be causing any more problems."

"Good," Envoy said. There was something else he wasn't quite sure of, though, "Are you sure he was working alone, Patrick? I don't want to get another surprise."

"Yes, sir. He was alone. Jacob and I were monitoring him for days. He never made contact with anyone."

Envoy nodded.

"We're just a few short months from opening this park, Patrick."

"Yes, sir."

"I don't want to hear about anymore of John Hammond's silly ideas to shut us down."

"John Hammond won't be a problem, either, sir. We have all of the background information on him that we need to stop him from doing anything."

"I know. I just need reassuring, that's all."

"We even have information on all of all the possible people that Hammond could ask for assistance. Everything is under control, Mr. Envoy."

"I believe you."

Envoy looked out into his magnificent park. Bodan followed his gaze.

"Soon, the whole world will be in awe," Envoy stated.

June 2003

Chapter 1: The Proposal

Fort Peck, Montana

Alan Grant walked out of his trailer in Montana. One of his assistants had requested his presence about a 1/4 mile away, at one of the many digging areas. Rumor had it that a complete adult Velociraptor skeleton was found. He got into his truck and drove down the dirt road. He drove slowly and then stopped when he found the small crowd of about 10 people.

"Dr. Grant! Over here! You've got to see this," one of the young college students yelled.

Alan ran over to the crowd and made his way through. He looked down and was simply amazed by what he saw. The rumors were true. In fact, the truth far exceeded the rumors. There, directly in front of him, lay a complete and perfectly preserved Velociraptor. It was, hands down, the best single discovery his team had ever made.

"Who found it?" Alan asked.

Everyone pointed to the same person. It was a 20 year old college student. His name was Kevin Donavin. He had only been a part of the team for a few months.

"Well, congratulations, Mr. Donavin."

Alan walked up and shook Kevin's hand.

"Thank you, Dr. Grant."

"This is a first for our team. A perfectly preserved Raptor."

"Yes, sir. That's what I was told," Kevin said. Then he smiled. "Does this mean I have a spot on next year's team?"

"I think you can assume that," Alan said. "This calls for a celebration. Ladies and gentlemen, let's take a little break, shall we?"

Alan walked back to his truck . Most everyone followed, except for two students, who covered up the find. They followed soon after. Some of the guys jumped in the back of his pickup and two of the female students, Jessica and Beth, jumped into the passenger seat. The remaining people went to their own vehicles and followed Alan out of the dig site.

"Dr. Grant, I thought you found a complete skeleton before," Jessica commented.

"Well, that is true. We uncovered one before, but we weren't able to lift the right hind leg. It disintegrated during the excavation process."

"Oh, I see," Jessica said.

"Dr. Grant?" Beth asked.

"Yeah?" Alan asked, as he kept his eyes on the dirt road.

"Did you have a good conference?"

"Yes, thanks for asking. I think I managed to get funding for next year. I'll know tomorrow."

"That's great. I was wondering, if it wasn't too much trouble, if I could stay on next year?"

"Sure you can, Beth. You're a great asset to our team."

"Thank you," Beth said, smiling.

Alan really had a wonderful team assembled. There were about 6 college interns, 2 junior paleontologists, 1 paleobotanist, 3 geologists, and 2 demolition experts. There were also about a dozen men hired as transporters.

Alan reached the end of the dig site and stopped the truck, when he noticed a limousine blocking the exit road.

"What the . . . ?" Alan began to say.

He was about to stick his head out of the window to yell, but then he watched as an older, white haired man emerged from the limo. There was another younger man helping him get out. He recognized the man immediately. He got out of his truck and approached the man.

"Mr. Hammond. What brings you to Montana, sir?"

John Hammond smiled at Alan. He was 77 years old now and Alan noticed that he needed more than just a cane to walk with. The driver met Hammond on the other side and gave him his walker.

"Well, Dr. Grant, I'm afraid this is a business call of sorts."

Alan frowned. He didn't want to get involved in anymore of Hammond's business ventures.

"I'm really sorry you came all this way, Mr. Hammond."

"Now, now, Dr. Grant. You can at least hear an old man out, can't you?"

"Well, quite frankly, sir . . . no, I cannot."

Most of Alan's team caught up to them. They were standing a little ways behind Alan, listening closely to the conversation. All of them knew who John Hammond was, of course. None of them had actually had the chance of seeing him in person.

"Please, Dr. Grant. I just need your advice. That's all. I don't need you to do anything or go anywhere. I just need your knowledge."

Alan looked at him suspiciously. Hammond hardly ever told the whole truth. But maybe, this time, he was being sincere. Alan was almost certain Hammond was just trying to reel him in. He took the bait, with the intent of being careful.

"Okay, Mr. Hammond. This won't take long, will it?" Alan asked. He gestured behind him. "I was about to celebrate a discovery that my team made this afternoon."

"No, it shouldn't take long. Please, could we go into your trailer and talk?"

"Sure, why not," Alan said, gesturing toward his trailer.

Hammond's assistant helped the man into Alan's trailer. After Hammond was situated, the assistant left.

"Alan . . . can I call you Alan?"

"Of course you can," Alan said.

"Good, good. Well, then, likewise, you can call me John," Hammond smiled, as Alan nodded. "Anyway, I have a proposal for you."

"I thought you said I wouldn't have to go anywhere or do anything."

"Well, can I be truthful?"

"Oh, please do, John," Alan said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"I would like you to accompany me somewhere."

Alan began to feel tricked, yet again, by John Hammond.

"That doesn't sound very official," Alan said.

"No, it's not official, that is true. But it could prove to be quite profitable to those involved."

Alan was getting more and more skeptical. The last time Hammond was this elusive, Alan ended up running from dinosaurs.

"Where, John?"

"To a secret island."

"Let me guess . . . off the coast of Costa Rica?"

Hammond laughed. It was a loud, hearty laugh.

"No, no, no, Alan. Not this time, I'm happy to say."

"What's this about, John? Enough with the secrecy already."

"Well, Alan. It has come to my attention that a renegade agent from InGen has stolen the embryo vials of every dinosaur species we ever made."

"When did that happen?"

"About three years ago."

"Three years ago?" Alan abruptly asked. He was growing tired of his visitor. "Why bring it up now?"

"Well, we knew that the embryo vials were stolen three years ago, that is true. But nothing ever came of it . . . until recently."

"What happened?" Alan asked, then stopped himself. "Oh, you know . . . never mind. I don't want to get involved in this at all."

"Please, Alan. I need your help on this one."

"No, John. I'm not going to any islands occupied with dinosaurs. You can forget ab-"

"Oh, no, no, no, Alan. This island isn't infested with dinosaurs."

"What, then?"

"It's an island with offices only. Offices belonging to the Biosyn Corporation."

"Biosyn? They're still around?"

"Yes. Unfortunately for all of humanity, yes."

"Okay, John. I have to admit, you have me intrigued . . . a little."

"Let me explain, Alan. About a year and a half ago, we got word that our renegade agent sold the embryo vials to the Biosyn Corporation. About 5 months ago, we found out that Biosyn was attempting to clone dinosaurs using our invaluable information. Information that we've painstakingly collected over the years."

"Were they successful?"

"Yes, they were. Biosyn bought their own island and started construction about 9 months ago. I couldn't believe we didn't catch it right away."

"So, there's a third island now?"

Hammond stared at Alan. He was trying to guess just how interested Alan was in the story.


"Well, isn't that just great . . . ?" Alan said, tapering his sentence off, as it ended in a few curse words.

"Alan, I need you to help me stop Biosyn."

"I am not a super agent. I'm a scientist. How can I possibly help you stop Biosyn?"

"With your knowledge of dinosaurs."

"John, no offense, but I think you have lost your mind."

Hammond laughed again.

"Alan, I can assure you that I am of sound mind. If you and I could fly to this island and identify the different types of dinosaurs that Biosyn has on their encrypted lists, we can prove that they are illegally cloning dinosaurs. We could get them shut down and put out of business, possibly even arrested."

"So, there are computers involved?"


Alan closed his eyes for a second. He didn't hate many things. He hated computers though. Hated them. Technological advances were sprouting up all around him. He suspected that it was only a matter of time before computers would take over his entire job, eliminating the need for himself.

"Count me out . . . again, John. Really, you have come to the wrong place. Why don't you try another paleontologist? I'm sure you can find some ignorant young person to sneak around and get what you need."

"I need someone who has seen the InGen dinosaurs, Alan."

"What's the difference?"

"It's complicated."

"Well, try me."

"Okay. I'm going to be completely truthful now," Hammond said with a very serious tone.

"I thought we were already doing that?" Alan asked.

"Alan, I'll give you $2,000,000.00 to accompany me to this island. I'll give you half of that, right now, if you'll agree to come."

Alan was taken aback by the offer. He stood up and leaned on his desk, trying to get a grip on what Hammond just said.

"I'll deposit $1,000,000.00 in the account of your choice today, if you like."

"John, why is it so damned important that I come with you?"

"Because I trust you, Alan. I don't . . . no . . . I cannot trust very many people at this point. I've gotten burned several times in the past, since I built that park, by people I thought I could trust. Even some of my own family members have succumbed to the temptation of being rich, leaving me to cope with all the red tape."

"John, I'm flattered that you trust me, but I still cannot accept your offer."

"I'll give you $3,000,000.00, Alan."

Alan began to get flustered. The amount of money that Hammond was offering was more than he had ever seen at once.

"Well. That is very generous of you, but-"

"Alan, I thought building an island with living and breathing dinosaurs would be a glorious thing to see. I was wrong."

"Obviously," Alan commented.

Alan sat back down. He was starting to come back to reality, out of his money coma, if you will. The rational man, that he had always been, started to come back. He continued to listen to Hammond.

"Yes, I know it was a bad idea. Now another man is trying to create the same dream, Alan. Another man, much like myself, with a lot of ambition and a lot of money to go with it."

"That's nice, John. Maybe the two of you could get together and compare the amount of death, a park like that creates."

"I don't want Marcus Envoy to be successful, any more than you do. He is only a few months away from completing his project."

"Since it's illegal to clone dinosaurs, why hasn't this Mr. Envoy been stopped?"

"Because he has built his island from the ground up, if you will. His island is totally man-made, built on an ancient volcano. He has used the volcano as a starting point to construct his island. He's built it near the coast of Mexico. The Baja Peninsula, to be exact. Right off the coast of the city Cabo San Lucas. The rules and regulations of our government cannot reach that far. And the government there refuses to see a problem. Mr. Envoy is paying them handsomely for their uncanny ability to turn their heads and not see anything suspicious."

"The politics involved here are beyond my scope," Alan said, shaking his head.

"There's more than politics involved here, I'm afraid. Cabo San Lucas has become a trendy spot for very wealthy people to visit. They even have a Hard Rock Café there," Hammond said, laughing.

"That's great, John."

"Sorry, that was off the subject. Well, anyway, if we were actually able to present undeniable evidence about what Biosyn is doing, we can get past the politics . . . and the money hungry government officials."

Alan got up again and paced around the trailer, thinking. He didn't want to go. That was for certain. But the money Hammond was offering was very hard to turn down. He had been in this exact situation before, with John Hammond offering him money to go to a mysterious place. He did it once, maybe even twice if you counted the Kirbys. Money always seemed to be a viable motivator for Alan. He was always in need of funding for his digs. He was almost convinced to go now.

"John, how long would this little trip take?"

"Only a few days, Alan."

"And where is this island with the computers?"

"It's also located off the coast of the Baja Peninsula."

Alan nodded and cringed as he thought about what he was about to get himself into.