Jurassic Park: The Island Of Death, Part 1

  

PROLOGUE

Dr. Alan Grant was a renowned and respected paleontologist. He contributed much to science. He also survived several hours spent fighting for survival, sometimes with loved ones, sometimes with strangers. His opponents were fast, furious, and hungry for his flesh. Despite these adversities, he lived to a ripe old age, dying with the Creator's name on his lips. Many of his theories about prehistoric reptiles found support among the most talented scientists, but several were dismissed as preposterous nonsense. The most intriguing theory was also considered the latter, concerning the intelligence of dromaeosaurid velociraptors. Dr. Alan Grant witnessed their intelligence firsthand during a bloody fight for survival on Sorna Island, near Costa Rica. It turned out that these reptiles communicate with each other. This fact makes them several times more intelligent than whales, and perhaps even primates. Unfortunately, no one but his companions believed him. He also left no offspring who would have made his father's theories known to a wider audience of scientists. The only traces of his existence that he left behind can be found in the dusty bindings of books that he wrote with great pleasure and inspiration during his lifetime. But unfortunately, even these are slowly fading from the minds of people. An era of new discoveries and new people has dawned. Those whose souls have ascended to the heavens can only observe everything from behind white clouds, like a blanket of snow. This is probably what Dr. Alan Grant, whose soul undoubtedly proved pure before the Last Judgment and which the Almighty sent to the eternal land of life, does with curiosity. Grant's soul must surely be bursting with indescribable pride as he looks upon his admirer, who with extraordinary persistence strives to disseminate his theories about the intelligence of Velociraptors, and who, moreover, is one of the best young paleontologists. Yes, young is an apt word, because Dr. Grant's biggest fan is only... 25 years old, yet he's already earned the title of top student in the Paleontology department at Harvard. Alan Grant almost appeared to him and warned him of the impending dangers, which he learned about from the Creator himself, and who stopped Alan from his plan. And into these dangers, his rabid fan will find himself, which will end in a lifetime of horror for him.

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Chase Sheridan strolled slowly across the sandy floor, admiring the local flora while the others celebrated. He was a rather tall, slender man with strikingly blue eyes, like the depths of the ocean, lustrous, dyed blond hair, and a friendly, usually determined face. Chase could—or rather, should—have celebrated with his colleagues. But he didn't feel like it. He was too tired from working tirelessly all day. Cleaning dinosaur bones was tedious and required meticulous precision. But he was the best at it. At least not in his paleontology team. The team he was currently with, led by Joshua Smith from the University of Pennsylvania, was completely out of character. These people were much older than he was, and the best in their field. While Sheridan didn't hate them, some of the scientists sometimes made fun of his youth. This didn't bother the young man much, but there was one more thing these people mocked. When they learned who his idol was, and about his spreading theories about the intelligence of Velociraptors, they wouldn't leave him alone. Only Joshua Smith didn't mock his belief in this theory. Sometimes he even scolded his colleagues for the words that came out of their mouths, which at times almost got out of their control.

But that would soon be over: In a few days, he'd be sitting in a helicopter, en route to his hometown, San Diego. Chase loves this city. But he also holds a few unpleasant memories. One night, when he was only eight years old, he had the opportunity to encounter a real Tyrannosaurus Rex, which had turned his swimming pool into a drinking hole and then devoured his beloved dog. Benjamin, as Chase was known then, had photographed the carnivore's head. Unfortunately, it was a mistake. The flash blinded and enraged the beast, which then rammed part of his room. Benjamin and his mother managed to escape the Tyrannosaurus in time, but the beast, guided by instinct, attacked again, injuring the eight-year-old's father in the leg and causing him to fall down the stairs. He and his mother were lucky, because the beast refused to feast on their flesh and instead targeted the city's populated streets. Unfortunately, his father suffered. The vertebrae that make up his spine had shifted, confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It's a miracle he didn't die! Despite these obstacles, Chase didn't hate all dinosaur species, but his interest in these magnificent reptiles that roamed the earth thousands of years ago had doubled. And now he can be proud of what he and a group of other paleontologists recently accomplished. They had just discovered a new species of dinosaur. A new species! Until then, unknown to the rest of the world! He was bursting with pride, and when his father and mother learned of their son's latest discovery, they would shower him with countless praise. Joshua and the other scientists had already come up with a name for it without even consulting Chase. The dinosaur they found was over 30 meters long and weighed 80 tons when alive. It fed on vegetation that grew 95 million years ago in the intertidal zone of what is now Egypt, and its name is Paralititan stromeri. The second largest animal on our planet... After a few moments of contemplating his computer model, which would surely be immediately designed based on his skeleton once the paleontologists arrived, sleep was gnawing at his eyes, so he reluctantly headed back to camp. He found the other researchers around a large fire, surrounded by various beer cans and vodka bottles. Chase didn't spot Joshua among the men sitting around the fire. Sheridan tried to slip by unnoticed, but at some point, Dylan Brimistone, the man he hated most, spotted him. He, too, was not friendly with Sheridan. Dylan was a tall, well-muscled man with a firm handshake, brown hair, and cold, forbidding gray eyes. He also possessed a repulsive personality, which Chase hated most about him. When their eyes met, Brimstone, completely drunk, shouted to his colleagues, who were no less drunk than he was:

"Remember, guys, what that little brat Sheridan said?"

The scientists laughed mockingly, nodding.

"Remember when he first came here? How he introduced us to that idiotic Raptor theory?" he continued. "How he started praising that lunatic, Grant, who died an old bachelor, abandoned by his family and friends?" he continued. "He was a complete idiot, and I don't understand how anyone can admire him like that weakling who'll end up like his idol." "This was too much." Chase walked up to Brimstone, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, stained with various kinds of alcohol, lifted him to his height, and then muttered through clenched teeth, trembling with anger:

"Dr. Alan Grant was a wonderful man, he did a lot of good for science, and a scumbag like you has no right to talk about him like that."

Dylan was waiting for this: When Chase stopped talking and let go of his shirt, Brimstone swung his fist and punched the young man squarely in the face. Stunned, he staggered back and almost fell. But a moment later, Chase regained full consciousness, ready to fend off further blows. After a few seconds of waiting for Brimstone's attack, Sheridan was about to attack: This time, he swung back and punched his opponent in the chest with all his might, who was a moment later on the ground, gasping for breath. Chase stood over Dylan, who was writhing in pain. The young man glanced at Dylan's friends, crouching at his feet, who were getting up and about to land several blows on Chase. But suddenly, Sheridan's opponent rose, and this time, with a single powerful kick to the legs, he knocked the disoriented man to the ground. Before Chase could get back to his feet, the merciless Brimstone delivered another blow, kicking him hard in the stomach. The young man doubled over, gritting his teeth in pain. Dylan laughed mockingly, then grabbed Chase's shirt, just as he had done before, asking him mockingly,

"Tell me, what's it like to be a miserable worm like you, Sheridan?"

The other scientists laughed mockingly at Chase's humiliation, but Chase, gasping for breath, managed to choke out,

"Ask yourself."

At Chase's words, Brimstone tried to land another blow, but Sheridan was faster. With one powerful kick to his opponent's groin, he managed to free himself from his steely grip, then punched him square in the face, knocking Dylan to the ground again. The sounds of fighting woke Joshu, who, stunned by the sight of Brimstone struggling to his feet, Chase standing over him, and the other scientists completely drunk and about to beat Sheridan, screamed with a hint of terror in his voice:

"What's going on here?!"

Smith's presence surprised everyone. After a moment of standing idly by, the drunken paleontologists picked up and straightened their colleague, then went to their tents. Only Chase and Joshua remained on the "battlefield." The latter, still confused, asked the young man what this was all about. Sheridan told him about the situation, which angered Smith so much that he was about to file a complaint against Dylan at the University of Pennsylvania. After a few insults about him, he went to his tent. Sheridan followed his example, wandering back to his own. Before falling asleep, he thought for a moment about Joshua. He had the impression that the good man was liking him more and more, and the feeling was mutual. This promised to be the beginning of a great friendship... This was Chase's last thought before sleep closed his eyes.

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The morning sun woke Sheridan while the others lounged in their tents. Chase liked to get up early in the morning, especially when he was on a paleontological expedition. He'd stroll around the area, breathing in the fresh morning air. And that's exactly what he was doing now. After about an hour of walking alone, the young man decided he'd strayed a little too far from the campsite, so he decided to go back and grab some breakfast. When he returned to the campsite, most of the scientists were already up and eating breakfast with gusto. When Brimstone and the rest of his colleagues noticed Chase, they simply glared at him. Sheridan grabbed his share of the packed lunch and settled down next to the eating Joshua.

"Good morning," the young man greeted him with a smile.

"Hello," he replied.

Chase pulled out a few aluminum foil sandwiches and a bottle of Pepsi, then began eating with ravenous appetite. After swallowing a few bites and washing it all down with Pepsi, he asked Smith,

"Has the plane with the Paralititan bones left yet?"

Joshua nodded.

"I'm picking us up today by helicopter, taking us straight to the University of Pennsylvania," Smith said after a few seconds.

"Unfortunately, I'm getting off in San Diego. "

Joshua looked at Sheridan in surprise.

"What? The press and a lot of scientists will be there!" he asked, slightly dazed.

"Hmm... Everyone says I'm too young for honors like interviews. So I'd just ask you to mention me to other paleontologists. That'll be enough for me," he told the other man modestly.

"Of course I'll mention it. You're a very talented young paleontologist, and you'll probably be a famous scientist in the future." Smith praised the young man.

"I'm flattered," Chase replied, somewhat embarrassed.

He spent the rest of the day packing with Joshua and talking to him. They talked about many different topics, and from what he'd learned about him, Smith partly believed the veliciraptor theory. As the sun slowly set, shrouded in clouds, and all the paleontologists were ready for the helicopter flight, Chase decided to grab a bite to eat because his stomach felt like it was churning with hunger. His dinner was similar to breakfast. As Chase chewed the last bite of his ham sandwich, washed down with a beer, he heard the hum of some kind of engine. A moment later, a rather large passenger helicopter emerged from behind the clouds, hovering idly in the air. Less than thirty seconds passed before the plane took off for the spot the pilots had previously chosen as a landing pad. They all simultaneously made their way to the helicopter, boarding one by one. There was plenty of room inside, so Sheridan and Smith settled into a remote corner of the plane. After a few seconds, one of the pilots stepped out to relieve himself, then, returning, closed the helicopter door tightly, and the plane took off. Within moments, the young man and Joshua could admire the many pyramids of the ancient Pharaohs. A few minutes later, when the pyramids were out of sight, all the paleontologists were engaged in a conversation about the press and their growing fame. Sheridan and Smith were also talking, but on a completely different topic. Specifically, they were discussing the Ingen company and two islands near Costa Rica.

"I've heard that the Ingen company is preparing another expedition to Sorna Island, but this time a research one." Joshua brought up the subject.

"I've heard something about it too, but no one will be interested. People aren't so naive these days; they won't let themselves be fooled into committing suicide," Chase replied seriously.

Then the conversation so absorbed Joshua and Sheridan that they didn't notice the other paleontologists falling asleep, and the night outside had fallen into a purple, silken curtain. The young man and Smith talked for so long that their throats went dry. They also lost track of time. Chase glanced at his elegant, electronic, illuminated Rollex, which his parents had given him for his last birthday and which cost 2,000 francs, and was then astonished to realize he'd been talking to the scientist for over three hours! After a few minutes, Smith pulled a small silver hip flask from his backpack, took a long swig, grimaced slightly, and then offered it to Chase, asking,

"Would you like some brandy?"

"With the greatest pleasure," the young man replied, taking the flask from Josh, and this time he took a long drink. Like his companion, he grimaced slightly, handing the flask to Smith. They flew for another two and a half hours before they saw the enormous office buildings of San Diego. Sheridan's hometown looked magnificent after dark. A few minutes passed before they landed. As the pilots shut down the engines, the other scientists awoke and, sleepily, climbed out of the helicopter. Only Chase and Smith remained, and a moment later they were also outside, breathing deeply in the refreshing night air. From what one of the pilots had told them, they were supposed to find a place to stay for the night and return to the landing site at eight in the morning. The copilot pulled something out of a compartment inside the helicopter, handed it to the other pilot, who began handing out business cards, saying,

"The cards have the address of the landing site on them. See you all in the morning, sleep well."

Everyone returned the farewell, except Brimstone. As Chase and Joshua descended to the bottom of the 102-story office building, Smith was about to bid Chase farewell, but Sheridan spoke first.

"It looks like you don't have anywhere to stay overnight. Finding a suitable motel or lodging will take you a long time, especially since traffic in San Diego is usually heavy at night. I have a proposition for you—come and stay overnight at my parents' house with me. It won't cost you a cent, and I'm sure there'll be a place for you there. What's more, you can choose any room you want."

The slightly shocked scientist denied the young man's request for several minutes, but finally accepted the good-natured boy's invitation, joking,

"Uh... well, I have to accept your request, because we'll be a day before I give up on my plans."

Chase, thrilled, called a taxi on his cell phone. When it arrived half an hour later, and he and Smith were settling into the backseat, he told the driver the address of his parents' property. They drove for 40 minutes before Chase saw the familiar sight of a beautiful, large villa painted bright green, with a magnificent swimming pool and lush gardens nestled among other equally beautiful buildings. Joshua, stunned, couldn't believe his eyes. Sheridan pointed to his family home, then paid the driver a large sum and climbed out of the taxi with Smith. Walking through Sheridan's garden, Smith feasted his eyes on the diverse array of plants and flowers. When they reached the massive, security doors made of beechwood, Sheridan rang the bell next to the door several times.

"Who should I introduce to Mr. and Mrs. Sheridan?" a man's deep voice asked.

"Good evening, Joseph." - The young man greeted the man.

"It's Master Chase!" Joshep said in a delighted voice. "You're finally back! Your parents will be overjoyed!" He added even more cheerfully.

"I brought my friend, so I'd like you to find a spare room for him and tuck him in.

" "Of course! I'll take care of it right away!" At Joshep's words, the brass door automatically opened, and Chase and Joshua stepped inside. The door closed automatically behind them. Passing through the vestibule, they found themselves in a vast hall with a staircase leading upstairs, several cameras in the room, and various decorations. In the center of the living room were couches and sofas, on which two people reclined, reading books and sipping drinks. They were a man and a woman. The man was a well-built man with close-cropped gray hair, brown eyes, and a face heavily lined with wrinkles. The woman was a shapely figure, with blue eyes, brown hair, and round breasts. At first glance, one could deduce that the woman was Chase's mother. Their identical blue eyes would have given them away. After a few moments, the woman jumped up from the couch, then, with a broad smile on her face, ran up to the young man and threw her arms around him.

"Son, you've been gone for so long! Your father and I have missed you so much!" the woman said happily, still hugging her son.

"I missed you too," Chase said, equally delighted.

After a few moments, the woman released the young man from her embrace, who walked over to the smiling man sitting on the couch.

"Goodbye, Daddy," Chase greeted him with a broad smile.

"Good evening, son!" the man practically shouted, then hugged young Sheridan.

The greeting continued for a few more minutes as Smith watched, smiling slightly. Finally, Chase remembered the scientist's presence and introduced him to his parents.

"Mom, Dad, this is my friend from the dig. I took the liberty of inviting him over tonight because there's no point in finding him a place to stay. Joshua Smith, Henry, and Mona Sheridan."

The scientist shook hands with the young man's father and mother, saying,

"I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all! Our son's friends are our friends," Chase's father said with a smile.

After several minutes of resting in the living room, Joshua went to the bathroom, which Chase had directed him. When the scientist emerged refreshed and clean, Chase took the bathroom this time. Emerging from the bathroom, he didn't find his parents and friend in the living room, but instead saw them in the dining room, engrossed in conversation and waiting for their meal. The young man took a seat at the table, joining the conversation. The Sheridans and Joshua discussed the new species of dinosaur that Chase and other scientists had discovered under Smith's leadership, and the events that had taken place at the dig site. He also mentioned the young man's fight with Dylan Brimston.

"This is outrageous!" Chase's father shouted. "How could a man several years older than my son behave like that?!" he shouted again.

For a few moments, Sheridan's slightly agitated father continued to express his opinion on the scuffle between Brimston and Chase, until his wife finally said,

"Henry, honey, don't get upset. Let's eat dinner in peace."

The young man's father listened to his wife, then moved on to another topic of conversation. After a few moments, Joshep brought a turkey roast in white sauce, prepared by the Sheridans' chef, Chase's favorite dish, and placed a plate of it in front of each of them. Henry also asked his butler for a dry red wine for everyone, after which Joshep brought a clear carafe with a red liquid floating in it and four glasses, which he placed next to each plate of roast and began pouring. The meal passed in peace and silence. After the meal, Joshua, like Chase, thanked them for the excellent and delicious dinner. Young Sheridan's father told Joshep to show him to Joshua's room. The butler nodded in understanding and led the scientist to his assigned room. Chase accompanied his colleague to the room, then said goodbye to Smith and went to his own room.

"There's no place like home..." the young man thought as he entered his room. The room was spacious and cozy. The walls were painted the color of the owner's eyes, and the floor was carpeted in green and yellow. Inside, there were several pieces of furniture, including several cabinets and a desk on which rested the owner's latest laptop, all made of mahogany. There was also a large bed, previously made by Josh. Hanging above the bed was a Remington 7400 automatic rifle, equipped with a telescopic sight and holding seven rounds per magazine. It belonged to Chase, who received it as a prize for first place in the "Hawk Eye" competition. This weapon was awarded, among other things, for its incredible accuracy, perfect response, and lightning-fast reloading. The Remington was hardly ever used. After a few moments of reminiscing, Chase changed into his pajamas, then, exhausted, lay down on his bed, wrapped himself in the silky, warm comforter, and fell asleep immediately.

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Young Sheridan woke up quite late, put on clean clothes, and went to the bathroom. After his morning routine, Chase went to the dining room, intending to meet his parents and Joshu there. He found his parents there, but Smith was nowhere to be seen.

"Hi, Mom, hi, Dad," the young man greeted his creators, who returned the greeting.

The three Sheridans engaged in conversation and breakfast, brought by Joshep. After finishing their meal, Chase went to the kitchen, greeting the cook and Joshep, who was washing dishes.

"Joshep, do you know where Joshua is? He didn't show up for breakfast," the young man began the conversation with a question, his voice slightly worried.

"Mr. Smith didn't tell you he was leaving? Didn't he say goodbye to you?" the butler asked, slightly surprised, pausing in his washing.

"No, he didn't tell me anything, neither yesterday nor today," Chase replied.

"Then I inform you that your friend left an hour ago for the airport, from where he was to go to the University of Pennsylvania." Joseph said.

"Ah... Thank you, Joseph," the somewhat disappointed young man said, and then went to his room.

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Joshua Smith was reading a book called "Salem's Lot" late one evening when his reading was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Joshua slowly rose from the couch,then he picked up the receiver of a modern telephone.

"Yes?" Joshua asked.

"Dr. Smith?" A young man's voice rang out.

"On the phone," the scientist replied.

"Good morning, doctor. I've heard that you excavate dinosaur bones. I also heard that you and other paleontologists recently unearthed a new, previously unknown dinosaur skeleton." The caller began.

"Yes, that's true," the scientist replied. "But who do I have the pleasure of speaking with, and what do you want from me?" Joshua asked, a little impatiently.

"My name is Timothy Hammond, and along with my sister, I currently own the Ingen company. As you probably know, the previous owner of the company, my grandfather John Hammond, is known for an incident on two islands near Costa Rica. We want to correct his mistake. We intend to send a research team to Sorna Island, composed of the most distinguished scientists and hunters, equipped with the latest equipment." We don't want to repeat my grandfather's mistake, so we've been preparing for this expedition for over three years. Everything is meticulously planned. We'll send many more men to the island, place motion sensors around the camp, defense turrets with tranquilizer darts and live ammunition, specially programmed, and many, many other safeguards." Timoton recited the poem like a poem.

"So what do you want from me?" Smith asked.

"I would like to ask you, Mr. Chase Sheridan, and Mr. Dylan Brimstone to participate in this expedition." Hammond spoke after a few seconds, a slightly nervous man.

Joshua was extremely surprised by the offer and for a few moments denied Timoton's request, but the man offered the scientist $70,000 in cash, credit, or check, which convinced Smith.

"Excellent," Hammond said after a lengthy discussion. "We'll work out the details at a location of my choosing. So I'll charter you my private jet, which will take you directly to our headquarters in San Diego.

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Chase Sheridan stood in traffic in his new, midnight-black Jaguar XKR, worth $80,000, equipped with automatic windows and a sunroof, air conditioning, bulletproof glass, and a small on-board computer programmed to indicate the driver's current location. The young man pondered the matters he had to attend to today. For a moment, he wondered what his friend from the dig, Joshua Smith, was doing now.

"Three months have passed without a single sign of him," Sheridan thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by several men approaching the Jaguar, dressed in immaculate black suits. The young man felt a little uneasy, unsure of their intentions, so he pressed the special button that locked all the doors. He felt safer now, thinking about the car's latest security features. After a few moments, the men managed to squeeze between the cars, and when they reached Chase's Jaguar, one of them, a young-faced man with brown eyes and black hair, knocked lightly on the young man's window and said,

"Hello, Mr. Sheridan. My name is Timothy Hammond, and I currently own Ingen." He paused, allowing Chase to recall the trials Dr. Alan Grant and his own father had endured through the company's experiments. "I couldn't reach you for a few days, but now I have, so I wouldn't want you to ignore us." If you would be so kind, please drive to the Sans-Ear restaurant, one street over. Timoton said, then took the direction he had previously mentioned. The young man thought for a moment, then decided to check out the restaurant the man had mentioned. Sheridan sat in traffic for another 20 minutes, then went to the restaurant, parked his Jaguar in the lot, activated several security systems, and entered the restaurant. In the vestibule, the staff was opening the door leading to the main part of the building. Sheridan walked through it and began to look around the room more carefully. The walls were painted a light sandy brown, a dozen white lamps illuminated the room, the tables and chairs were similar in color to the walls, and on the ceiling was a huge image of a cowboy holding two revolvers in his hands, missing the tops of his ears. The young man was interrupted from his reverie by a loud, young voice coming from a nearby table.

"Hello again, Mr. Sheridan!" a man he had met earlier turned to Chase. "I see you're a sensible man; please, sit down! I'll order a dry beverage!" said young Hammond. He was about the same age as Chase.

"How did you find me?" young Sheridan asked, sitting down across from Timoton.

The man smiled slightly, then spoke with a slight joy he tried to suppress:

"Thanks to the satellite that recently became the property of Ingen. We've located you, seeing a complete picture of your movements." Hammond spoke proudly, then pulled out a small computer that displayed a bird's-eye view of the restaurant's interior. Timoton achieved his goal; it surprised young Sheridan immensely, who asked him with a large question mark:

"How did you manage to see the interior of the restaurant? From what I understand, current satellite tracking technology only allows for the visualization of open spaces, but what I'm witnessing now proves that things have changed somewhat.

" "Yes, you're right. Our satellite is equipped with the latest operating system, which, as you can see, has countless advantages," the owner of Ingen said proudly, a faint smile once again on his face. The conversation continued for a few more minutes, the topic shifting to everyday matters, until young Hammond finally got to the point:

"I'm sorry, sir, but unfortunately we have to end this small talk." He paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I have an offer for you. You probably know what my grandfather, John Hammond, accomplished, after whom I succeeded as 'creator.' His mistake cannot be undone, so we intend to send a research team to the island." It will consist of the most distinguished scientists, the best hunters, bodyguards, and commandos. Preparations have taken over three years; we will equip the group with the latest equipment, all the latest security measures, and a detailed description of the island. We have almost everyone assembled, but we are only missing one scientist. Therefore, I would like to ask you to participate in the aforementioned expedition." Hammond finished, waiting for young Sheridan's reaction. Chase was literally speechless. He refused to agree under any circumstances; he argued with Timothy for over an hour. Even money didn't convince him.

"Jesus Christ!" Hammond practically shouted. "Isn't that what will convince you?" he asked, close to tears.

"I'm not stupid enough to commit suicide," Sheridan replied firmly. "NO is my last word. I bid you farewell." He bid the Ingen owner a cold farewell, then rose from the table, intending to head to the parking lot and his parents, when Hammond called after him,

"I don't know how you claim, but I somehow convinced Dr. Joshua Smith."

Chase stopped suddenly, then approached Timoton's table, asking,

"Joshua? Joshua Smith agreed to this?

" "Yes, I can give you some evidence of that," he said to young Sheridan.

Chase's mind was now in total chaos; if Joshua was signing up for this, there had to be a specific reason. Without a second thought, Sheridan announced to Timoton,

"Okay, I accept your offer." This surprised Hammond, who stared at him in disbelief. "So, in a few days, I'm supposed to report to your company's main facility for a special training program lasting several weeks?" Chase asked.

"Yes, exactly at six-thirty. You'll meet other scientists there as well, including Dr. Smith." - Timoton replied.

- Okay, okay, you can count on me. See you soon. - Chase greeted young Hammond.

"Yes, see you soon!" the still somewhat shocked owner of Ingen replied.

Once young Sheridan had reached his family home, eaten a hearty meal with his parents, relaxed in the Yakuzzi, and settled into his comfortable bed with the intention of getting a good night's sleep, he began to contemplate his plan. He planned to get his friend, Joshu, out of all this, then return some of the money he was supposed to receive after training for participating in the expedition, persuade Joshu to return the money, and continue living a quiet, albeit surprise-filled, life as a paleontologist.

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Chase Sheridan left home very early in the morning, intending to go to Ingen headquarters and participate in special training.

Inside his Jaguar, he glanced briefly at the on-board computer and chose the shortest route to Hammond's company. When he saw the massive building, likely housing hundreds of employees, he headed for the customer parking lot, blocked by a steel barrier and several security guards dressed in black suits, their hair lightly smoothed or spiked with gel, and armed with police Beretta 92Fs. The young man driving the Jaguar stopped at the behest of one of the security guards, who after a moment asked him,

"Welcome to the Ingen company. What business are you here for?

" "My name is Chase Sheridan, and I've come at the request of Mr. Timothy Hammond. This is the pass Mr. Hammond gave me." The young man turned to the security guard from behind the wheel of the Jaguar, pulling from his jacket the small plastic card Timothy Hammond had given him a few days ago. The security guard handed it to his colleague sitting in a small booth, who in turn swiped the card over a special electronic pulse reader, then confirmed that everything was fine and handed it back to Chase.

"Please, come in. I wish you successful business," the security guard he had spoken to said to the young man. Young Sheridan started the car, its engine making all four wheels turn with a barely audible hum. Chase found a free spot in the shade, then got out of the Jaguar and secured it with the button on his keys. The young man headed toward the main entrance, and when he reached it, he asked the woman at the front desk,

"Where can I find Mr. Timothy?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Timothy is currently very busy, and for a very long time. But I can put your name on the waiting list, which currently numbers about 500." The young man raised his eyebrows playfully, and the receptionist gave him a friendly smile.

"Hello." Suddenly, Chase heard a sweet, young voice, and he instinctively turned around. He saw a woman who looked to be in her thirties, with eyes almost as green as a hawk's. She also had a slim, shapely figure, raven hair falling lightly over her shoulders, and a pretty face, currently smiling slightly. She was wearing a short, beige skirt that reached below her knees. She also wore a pristine white blouse that accentuated her magnificent bust.

"Hello, too. Who are you?" Sheridan asked, too nervously, his gaze locked with her sharp eyes.

"My name is Lexanie Hammond, and I'm taking over as director of this company along with my brother. Please follow me; the last scientist has just arrived," she said again, her voice even sweeter, and she headed to the left of the reception desk. Chase, somewhat intimidated by her presence, didn't react immediately, so he had to jog across the short distance between Lexanie and him. When he was more or less close to Mrs. Hammond, he evened his pace and began following her. They walked like this for a few moments until they finally reached a wooden door made of beech wood, through which Lexanie stepped. The young man followed her. He found himself in a spacious room, the walls adorned with numerous trophies, including a tiger, a lion, a rhinoceros... In the center of the room was a huge, round glass table, surrounded by chairs, each of which was occupied by a dozen men. As Sheridan gently closed the door behind him, everyone's eyes landed first on Lexan, who walked slowly and gracefully across the room and sat down in one of the chairs next to a man who, a moment later, revealed himself to be Timothy Hammond. Then everyone looked at Chase.

"Ah, Mr. Sheridan! I'm so glad you arrived on time! Please, sit down!" Hammond said with a broad smile. Chase did as instructed and was soon seated next to Joshua Smith, whom he greeted warmly.

"So let's begin," Timoton spoke suddenly, drawing everyone's attention. "We're gathered here today to discuss the entire expedition to Sorna Island." He continued. "So in a few weeks, after you've completed special training, we'll set off for the island to conduct scientific research on the behavior of prehistoric reptiles. You'll be perfectly equipped. We'll also assign you three bodyguards and five hunters, the best in their field. You'll spend several weeks on the island, during which you'll maintain constant contact with us. Hmm... What more can I say... So let's begin the training!" Hammond finished, his voice slightly louder, then pointed to a wall that no one had noticed before, which was now rising, revealing an artificial tropical forest and numerous mechanical dinosaur mannequins that looked, made sounds, and moved as if they were alive. This astonished everyone except Sheridan. Timothy, pleased with the partial impression he had made on the scientists, said,

"This very 'jungle' will be the venue for a daily, all-day training session lasting several weeks, after which you gentlemen will set off for the dinosaur island." After these words, he invited the future research team inside, explained a few things, such as the equipment they would have at their disposal, and finally spoke with these words:

"So, the training has begun!" Hammond then disappeared behind a door that Chase and the rest of the scientists used to enter an adjacent room. After a moment, Lexanie showed the paleontologists to the locker rooms, where they changed into sportswear provided by Ingen. And that's when the real hell began.

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Chase and the rest of the "gang" spent the next few weeks undergoing incredible physical exertion. During these several days, young Sheridan had already devised a plan to withdraw from the contract with Ingen. He also managed to develop a friendship with Joshua Smith and the rest of the scientists, but there was one of them he hated beyond words. It was Dylan Brimstone, who, hungover, started a fight between himself and Chas. The training went on and on and on... There was no end in sight. But one sunny day, as they were changing and relaxing in the locker room after another strenuous training session, Timothy appeared unexpectedly in the locker room and spoke these words:

"Gentlemen! I'm so glad to announce this wonderful and happy news today." He paused, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Today was your last day of training. We'll be leaving the day after tomorrow." He finished, and all the scientists shouted with joy, except Chase, who only smiled faintly, remembering his intentions.

"This is the perfect time," the young man thought, looking at Joshua.

"Josh!" He tried to shout over the others' cheerful voices, until finally Joshua, beaming, approached Sheridan. Since the training, he had been on first-name terms with him and the other scientists. "

Are you listening, Chase?" the scientist asked.

"I have something to ask you. Can we go somewhere where no one can hear us?" Sheridan asked this time.

Joshua frowned slightly, but followed Chase, who nodded.

Once they were out of reach of prying ears, Chase told his friend his observations and his plan. Joshua stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy?!" He almost shouted, which was out of the question for the young man at the moment. "We can have a wonderful adventure, learn the secrets of dinosaur life, and make a fortune!" the slightly embarrassed scientist began to explain. "We'll be back in about three or four weeks!"

"Yeah, more like three or four pieces!" he instructed the man in a raised voice. "This expedition is suicide!"

Joshua glared sternly at him, then went to the locker room to resume the celebration with the others, slamming the door loudly.

"God! Great! Just great! What am I supposed to do now? My best friend won't talk to me, and what's more, he might not come back from Sorna Island... So..." - Thought the confused and furious young man. - ... Ugh... I have no other choice... I have to make sure Joshua doesn't die." - Continuing his thoughts, Chase went out to the parking lot, intending to go to his house, get some restful sleep and prepare for the expedition.

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Before Chase could even realize it, the day of the trip had arrived. Before setting off for the Ingen headquarters, he said a heartfelt farewell to his parents and his servants, promising to return unscathed. Once inside his car, driving it to his destination, he pondered the situation that had unfolded two days ago. "I shouldn't have started arguing with Josh... Think first, then act..." As he gazed upon a sight he would be able to see for weeks, he parked his Jaguar in the parking lot, which was to be picked up by Josh, the butler serving at his parents' estate. He noticed a large group of people clearly impatient, assuming he was the cause of their impatience. A little flushed, he secured his vehicle and, with those words, began approaching the group of people:

"Sorry I'm late, but the road to this facility was quite congested.

" "Oh, no problem, Mr. Sheridan. So everyone's here. Let's go to the airport." "Timothon assured Chase.

The young man spotted Joshua among the crowd, who hadn't spared Sheridan a glance as he passed. Worse still, his enemy, Dylan Brimstone, was talking to Joshu. Chase was overcome with anger. He didn't know what to do, so he simply glared at Brimstone. On the way to the airport, Hammond had been talking animatedly about the equipment the research team would have, the climate on the island, and so on. When they reached the airport, which was also part of Ingen's headquarters, they noticed several enormous passenger and cargo planes. Judging by their appearance, they were probably the latest scientific achievements in their field.

"Ah, and here's our pride," Timoton spoke suddenly, rousing most of the scientists from their reverie. "You gentlemen will fly these 'babies' to the military aircraft carrier drifting near Sorna Island... If you have any trouble, you can summon the entire ship's crew." The beaming young entrepreneur continued. "The pilots are already inside the aircraft, so I invite you, if you gentlemen have no objections to our agreement and means of transport." Timoton invited, gesturing to the nearest jet. "It's eight-thirty in the morning. We'll be at the aircraft carrier at... ten-fifteen. So, I invite you again." Hammond's words elicited murmurs of admiration from several of the scientists. The entire team headed toward the aircraft, following Timoton. Once inside, Chase settled himself in a dark corner, while the rest of the "gang" sat delightedly in other chairs.

"So all that's left for me to do is wish you a successful and safe journey! See you in a few weeks!" the expedition organizer greeted everyone, then exited the jet, closing the door tightly behind him. The stewardess checked that Timoton had closed the door properly and then disappeared somewhere near the cockpit. A few minutes later, a voice echoed from the aircraft:

"Ingen Airlines warmly welcomes you aboard its LINE-81 passenger jets. If you need anything, please ring the electronic bell next to the computer."

Chase glanced at the bell, trying to appear indifferent, but as he watched Dylan and Joshua, along with the other scientists, having a wonderful time, he felt something twist in his stomach. He tore his gaze away from his old friend and reclined his seat so he could stretch out comfortably. He wanted to sleep through the entire trip, forgetting about his problems and stresses. Sleep came almost immediately, whisking Chase away to a land free from all stress and worry, where he could give his overworked brain a few hours of respite. But alas, not this time.

Chase found himself in a vast clearing, surrounded by the natural shade of tropical trees. He pondered for a few moments how he had gotten there when suddenly several... Dromesaurus Velociraptors! Panic gripped the young man, so he jumped to his feet and began running, running, running. He felt the reptilian breath on his neck, heard the soft patter of raptors' paws coming closer, and when he turned, he saw other scientists watching from the trees. Joshua was among them, perched in one of the trees with Dylan. Brimstone laughed mockingly, and Joshua and the other scientists joined in. Suddenly one of the reptiles jumped towards Chase with its mouth wide open, saying in an excited voice:

"Mr. Brimsotne, time to get up. We've arrived." Chase's eyes flew open, leaping from his seat and lightly hitting his head on the computer. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he was still in the safety of the jet. "It was just a dream..." Sheridan thought, leaning against the round window, larger than those in regular airplanes, and closing his eyes for a moment. Chase opened them immediately, noticing the plane was flying slowly and low over a valley surrounded by mountains, in the center of which was a blue-blue, glassy lake. On almost every inch of ground, one could see... a dinosaur! They were exclusively herbivorous species, of which Chase could distinguish a Dylopsharuss, a small, fast runner that fed exclusively on grass. This species usually wanders in small herds, searching for food... And there, a giant Brachiosaurus gnaws the tallest leaves of the trees... And a group of Triceraptos slowly sips water from a pond... And there, two Pachycephalosaurs are engaged in a mating fight, pushing each other with their heads, which are equipped with bony plates, usually 25 cm thick, on top of their skulls... Other males and females with their young watched the fight with interest. Female Pachycephalosaurs lack bony skull plates. The entire crew was undoubtedly captivated by the sight. Chase smiled, whispering to himself:

- This is beautiful... - But after a few moments the young man regretted his words; seeing how a huge carnivore, from what he observed, a Carnotaurus, resembling Tyrannosaurus Rex in silhouette, but with a shorter head with horns above the eyes, equipped with razor-sharp serrated teeth, rows of bony shields located on the back and sides of the massive body, also having two front paws ending in small claws, measuring about 7.5 meters in length, attacked a lone Ankylosaurus, armored with an impenetrable bony shield that surrounded its entire massive body, also protecting the area around its eyes with its bony armor, equipped with spikes abundantly distributed on the back and head of the huge reptile, also possessing a deadly weapon, namely a bony club, made of two fused bony balls, ending in a tail over 2 meters long, with which it could even break the leg of a Tyrannosaurus. The Carnotaurus intended to hunt down the lone herbivore, but it spotted the predator emerging from the undergrowth just in time, so it took up a fighting stance, its back to its foe. When the carnivore was within striking range of its club, the Ankylosaurus swung its club, striking the Canthosaurus squarely in the right knee. The predator let out a screeching sound, filled with pain and suffering. Chase breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of its defeated attacker. But it wasn't always like this... Such a feat happens only once in a long while... After a few days, other predators will feel renewed courage and attempt to attack the lone herbivore. Mother Nature is sometimes cruel...

"As you have noticed, we are flying over the central part of Sorna Island. Once we have circled the entire island, we will land on an aircraft carrier, from which you will be transported to this natural wonder by transport ships." From inside the jet, out of nowhere, the same female voice echoed again.

As he circled the island several times, Chase pondered the expedition. He was curious if he would have the opportunity to test his Remington 7400 Automatic Ball Gun. "I hope not," the young man thought. The next time the now-familiar voice rang out, they were no longer flying over the lush island, but approaching the previously mentioned aircraft carrier for landing.

"And here's a magnificent ship we had the opportunity to borrow from the Navy. Ingen wishes you a pleasant and safe stay both on the island and on the carrier. See you soon!" As the "voice" uttered the last words, Chase and the rest of the scientists felt a slight jolt, which could only have signaled the machine's safe landing on the ship's deck. A moment later, the machine stopped completely, and the door was opened from outside. The scientists slowly rose from their seats, creating a great commotion in the process. Chase also rose reluctantly, then reached for his nearby travel bag. After a few minutes, Sheridan was hit by a refreshing, cold sea breeze that forced him to squint slightly. The entire research group stood facing their welcoming committee, consisting of several men and women in formal attire, who spoke these words:

"A warm welcome aboard the ship! We are honored by your company." We will try to make your one-day stay on the aircraft carrier as pleasant as possible. Now, we will show you to the cabins we will assign you according to your choice. So, please follow me!" The man who had been giving his speech concluded, giving the impression of someone important. He was dressed in a slightly faded gray suit. The man had brown eyes, dazzlingly white teeth, black hair, and a matching mustache. The man started toward the northeast, nodding for the others to follow. Chase and the rest of the crew followed the man, examining the carrier's deck with undisguised curiosity. They walked for a few moments, going slightly below deck, until they finally passed through a door marked "Cabins" in gold. The man pointed to each person's cabin. Finally, he said,

"Mr. Chase Sheridan is invited to this cabin." He turned to the small crowd. "Ingen wishes you a pleasant stay!" "He finished cheerfully, opening the steel door and closing it behind the bored young man. The interior of the room was completely different from what Sheridan had expected. It was made entirely of some kind of wood. The walls were bathed in a warm, pale yellow. A massive bed with curtains, covered for bed, stood beneath three small, round windows. A few shelves, a large wardrobe, a nightstand, and a multitude of small cabinets filled the remaining empty space in the cabin. On the nightstand, Chase noticed a wicker basket full of fruit. The young man slipped off his shoes from his travel-weary feet, placing them neatly beside the bed, then flopped back onto the bed.

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The young man spent the entire day confined to his cabin. That evening, a short, middle-aged woman served Chase dinner, which consisted of excellent shark fin soup and stuffed lobster in pie. After the meal, Sheridan decided to get some fresh air. He emerged from the stuffy cabin and headed to the deck of the aircraft carrier, intending to take a closer look at the ship. Along the way, he passed Dylan Brimston and Joshua Smith, who regarded him with contempt. Chase pretended not to notice them, but it didn't seem to work out so well. Emerging onto the deck of the aircraft carrier, the young man's nostrils were filled with refreshing sea air. Sheridan leaned on the railing that ran the length of the ship's deck, staring into the impenetrable depths of the sea. Suddenly, Chase heard the familiar, sweet voice of a woman.

"Good evening." The young man turned slowly, and before him stood a familiar face. It was Lexanie Hammond, Timothy Hammond's sister.

"Hello," Chase returned the greeting.

"The last time we spoke, we didn't have the opportunity to get to know each other better." The woman began to speak.

"It was easy to miss," Chase interjected with a slight smile.

Lexanie smiled back. For a few moments, there was a deafening silence, broken only by the gentle roar of the sea and the waves lapping against the aircraft carrier. Chase felt a bit awkward, so he began the conversation:

"I didn't notice you at training. Are you on the expedition?

" "Please call me Lex." The young woman spoke, a faint smile on her face.

"Of course, Lex. Then you call me Chas." He confirmed Lexanie's request, his smile growing wider.

"So, are you on the expedition?" the young man asked again.

"Yes, I'm one of the expedition members." On the island, I'll act as your guardian and navigator." She replied this time without a smile.

"Ah... I'd advise against... Er... I mean, I'd advise against taking part in the mission. The expedition could prove extremely dangerous..." Sheridan spoke in a slightly more serious voice.

"Don't worry—I can handle difficult situations. Besides, I was on the other island once." The young woman said in a more serious tone.

You could say Chase was completely speechless. For several long, awkward moments, the young man stared deeply into Lexana's eyes. Now he remembered... Lexana and Timothy Hammond, when they were still children, had witnessed the incident on Nobel Island... Together with Dr. Alan Grant, they had experienced a nightmare...

"But my only mission is to make sure we all return to our families in one piece," Lex interjected, chuckling softly and softening the situation a bit. Chase stopped staring into the young woman's eyes. "I'm sure she'll manage," Sheridan thought.

"I'm a little tired. Wouldn't you mind if I left you alone?" Lex asked sleepily.

"Of course not," Chase replied with a smile.

The young woman merely smiled, revealing her snow-white teeth, and then slowly walked away toward the cabins. The young man was left alone on deck, save for a few sailors. Before retiring to his own cabin, he remained on deck for a few minutes, inhaling the life-giving oxygen.

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Sheridan was roused from a deep sleep by the repeated sound of an alarm clock, which suddenly, out of nowhere, echoed throughout the cabin. The young man slowly got out of bed, rubbing his eyes repeatedly. After several minutes of tidying himself up, Chase heard a soft knock on his room. He got out of bed, where he had been lounging for a while, and opened the wooden door on the inside and steel door on the outside. Standing on the threshold was the same woman who had brought him dinner the day before. This time, the woman also brought a meal. She also told Chase to report to the deck in about an hour. When the young man finished eating, he went outside the ship, as the woman with breakfast had instructed him. Most of the scientists were on board. The large crowd was also enriched by a few new faces Sheridan didn't recognize. Several long minutes passed before the rest of the scientists joined the group. Chase waited impatiently and with great excitement for Timoton Hammond's speech, who had probably deigned to come aboard the ship last night. Lexanie, too, awaited her brother's words, standing at the back of the group, trembling slightly from emotion and the cold. One of the Ingen employees whispered something in Timoton's ear, and he smiled broadly, then turned to the crowd and said,

"Greetings to you all! I don't like to discuss unnecessary topics and slowly approach the heart of the matter, so I'll say this: it's time to begin the expedition!" Broad smiles spread across all the faces gathered on deck. "So, I wish everyone here a happy, safe, and interesting experience!" The owner of Ingen added in a cheerful, optimistic voice, then disappeared aboard a small jet that was parked near the crowd, from which Lexanie Hammond emerged a moment later.

"Hello everyone, too!" She spoke in her sweet voice, stopping her trembling. "Timoton Hammond is my brother and co-owner of Ingen." She continued. "Now I take command. Timoton is an expert in finance and legal matters. I will be your navigator and the person responsible for your safety. Lexan Hammond, it's a pleasure!" the co-owner of Ingen recited with a slight smile. There were a few murmurs of dissatisfaction, but most of the scientists took the news positively. "Your luggage has already been loaded onto the boats. We have no reason to wait. So let's get going!" After a short while, she spoke in an excited voice, her smile growing wider and she set off briskly north. The entire team followed her.

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Chase and the rest of the scientists were already in the boats, quickly approaching the island of Sorna. Everyone felt a surge of excitement, some even quivering slightly with the feeling. Sheridan felt a surge of excitement as well. In a few minutes, they would reach the dinosaur island, set up camp near the island's shore, set up all the security measures, and retire for the night. The young man had felt a bit uneasy from the start. He had a bad feeling... On Sorna Island, they would place their precious lives in the hands of state-of-the-art computer technology. In the worst-case scenario, they would have to protect themselves. They were getting closer and closer to the island. Closer and closer... Until finally, Chase was the last to step off the boat onto the cool sand, scooping a handful of it into his right hand. Transporting all the equipment took several hours, during which the young man heard many strange sounds. When all the equipment was finally loaded onto several modern off-road vehicles, several long, silver campers, where the scientists and other expedition members would sleep, slowly drove ahead. Only a few raven-black passenger cars remained, and scientists, hunters, and security guards were slowly boarding them. Chase also got into one of them, and after a stranger checked and counted everyone, the cars slowly moved off. They drove like that for a few minutes, while Chase and the other scientists marveled at the beautiful scenery. When they arrived, they began setting up camp. Out of the corner of his eye, Chase spotted several armed men retreating deeper into the jungle. The young man also wanted to help, so he asked a tall, muscular man who was probably the manager and equipment specialist.

"Hello. Excuse me, can I be of any help?"

"Oh, hello. You're Chase Sheridan, right?" the man with the Russian accent replied with a question.

"Yes, you're right," the young man replied.

"I've heard a lot about you. Were you part of the paleontologists who discovered Paralititana Stromeri?" he asked again. Chase nodded.

"Yes, I was there. But I'd like to help with something," the young man said, sounding a bit impatient.

"Ivanov Kurzenkov, nice to meet you," the man replied, offering his hand to Sheridan. "Yes, we need some help right now." Ivanov replied after a moment, still shaking the young man's hand. Chase only now took a closer look at him. Ivanov had brown eyes and black hair. He was also well-built, a head taller than Sheridan, and his teeth were slightly yellowed from nicotine. "If you're so willing to help, help me with these motion sensors," Ivanov said, finally releasing the young man's hand. For the rest of the day, they spent preparing the camp. A heavily armed man announced that the area was clear and that they'd set up extensive security measures within a kilometer radius. While Chase and Ivanov carried the rest of the equipment, most of the scientists dispersed to their long, luxurious campers.

"Well, I guess that's it." Kurzenkov broke the silence after another hour of work, a look of profound relief on his face.

"Finally." Chase nodded, equally pleased. "I can't feel my back..." he added jokingly.

"Me too," Ivanov replied. "Yeah, I think I'll go to bed. Thanks for the help. Goodnight." The man said a hurried farewell to the young man.

"Goodnight," Chase replied.

Kurzenkov smiled absently, then, with sleepy gaits, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion, walked toward one of the magnificent, long vehicles. Besides Sheridan, only a few men were awake, sitting around the campfire, recounting their recent hunting adventures. Chase felt sand under his eyes, so he lazily walked to the camper, where the lights were off. Entering, Sheridan noticed that no one was inside. He collapsed onto the bed, his back turned, without even removing his sweat-soaked clothes, and fell asleep immediately.

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Waking up, the young man was no longer alone in the camper. In the other beds, the men who had sat around the campfire the night before were fast asleep.

Chase dragged himself out of his bed, then dressed and used his morning toilet. He pulled a frozen pizza from the refrigerator and heated it in the microwave. When the meal was ready, the young man went outside, sat on a large boulder, and devoured the small pizza in large bites. Sheridan began to think about the day. Today, the scientists were to embark on their first expedition, observing a small herd of Iguanodons, large herbivores a few kilometers north of their camp. These reptiles usually walk slowly on all fours, but in critical situations they can escape on their powerful hind legs. Their long tails aid them in maintaining balance. Their hind legs also help them strip leaves from taller trees. The young man couldn't wait to see a real dinosaur. After a dozen or so minutes of solitary enjoyment of the morning sounds of the forest and the fresh air, Chase noticed Ivanov, who, with sleepy eyes, was slowly approaching Sheridan.

"Good morning-er," he said in that same funny Russian accent, barely stifling a massive yawn.

"Hi," the young man greeted the Russian with a broad smile, who returned Chase's gesture with a sly smile before collapsing onto the boulder next to Sheridan, nearly losing his balance. After a few minutes of silence, broken only by birdsong and the rustling of trees, Kurzenkov began the conversation about today's expedition deep into the tropical forest. They chatted for about an hour, as scientists and others continued to arrive. After another hour, one of the unknown men spoke:

"Gentlemen! So the moment has finally arrived! In a few minutes, we will be delving into the arcane knowledge of prehistoric reptiles! Let's get started!" He set off north, carrying a small computer.

The rest of the scientists and Chase had the latest weapons slung over their shoulders, differing only in shape, make, and firepower. "So it's already happened," Chase thought. He still didn't understand why he'd come here. He might as well not have cared, but he still wouldn't let Joshua die among these naive people. He pondered this the entire way, until the same male voice he'd heard earlier today snapped him out of his somewhat dizzy state.

"Gentlemen, please concentrate and be quiet now, we'll see them soon!" He then loaded his weapon with a dart, probably a tranquilizer or stun gun, and very carefully parted the bushes. The rest of the team did the same. Chase pulled the Remmington from his shoulder, loaded it, and parted the bushes as well. What he saw a moment later shocked everyone. In a small clearing in front of the scientists, about fifteen Iguanodons were grazing.

Everyone stood still for a few moments, increasingly captivated by this extraordinary sight that would have stunned even the most insensitive person in the world. The man who had spoken several times today flinched slightly, as if roused from a deep sleep. He blinked nervously a few times, then said in a rumbling voice.

"Just stay calm, no sudden movements. They can't see us." A faint look of terror was etched on all the scientists' faces. Chase silently prayed the reptiles hadn't seen them. The man, presumably leading the expedition, sank to the ground, crawling toward a giant boulder. After checking that everyone was present and sufficiently well-hidden, he pulled out something resembling a microscope camera. Many of the scientists had pulled out all sorts of cameras, still cameras, and other filming equipment. Cameras were clicking everywhere, but fortunately, they weren't old, so no flash could be seen. Sheridan now regretted not bringing his new camera and camcorder. The scientists filmed and took photos of the reptiles for several minutes, after which the leading man spoke for the fourth time.

"Enough, stop. Thank you. Now we slowly return to camp; we'll investigate the rest tomorrow." And again, crawling through the grass, the man moved toward the camp. The other scientists considered the prospect of returning unfair, so it took a while before they began crawling along the path slightly cleared by the leading man. Chase also lay down on the ground and began crawling in the chosen direction. He was the last one, so he glanced over his shoulder every few moments. Almost in the undergrowth, he looked back one last time, and... He saw a young Iguanodon! Fortunately, the dinosaur was still a hatchling, probably just emerging from its nest for the first time. "Its mother must be here somewhere," the young man thought. The next course of events unfolded rapidly. Sheridan heard a sound similar to an angry squawk, a sound that could only have come from the throat of an adult Iguanodon. The terrified youngster instinctively jumped up from the hard ground, avoiding being crushed by the forelimbs of the great beast at the last moment. Chase turned to the reptile. Now they stood face to face: an enraged female Iguanodon, occasionally pawing the ground with her right leg, her hatchling howling mournfully at her side, and Chase, wielding a Remmington and a backpack of food. No, no, no. A loaded Remmington! The female lunged at Chase with her entire heavy frame, kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt. The young man dodged to the side, simultaneously removing the Remmington from his shoulder and swiftly firing a shot into the reptile's side. "It worked!" the young man cried silently, rising to his feet. The Iguanodon whined pitifully as it lay on the ground. He was lucky he'd loaded the weapon earlier. The dinosaur wailed for a few more moments, then closed its heavy eyelids, falling into a deep sleep. Sheridan stood disoriented over the reptile's body, beside which the Iguanodon hatchling was now wailing. Cold sweat covered the young man's neck, now trickling down his equally wet back. The rest of the scientists rushed out, their weapons loaded and ready, circling the motionless body of the reptile and the hatchling, looking at the young man with undisguised admiration and surprise.

"Man, you were very lucky!" the man leading the group spoke to Sheridan. "I've never seen such a large specimen." The guide spoke again in a surprised voice, and seeing all faces turned to him, he added hastily, "Of course, I meant the size estimated by the scientists..."

"Excuse me, but what do we do with the hatchling now?" the young man asked the man.

All the scientists looked with confusion at the hatchling, which was gently nudging its mother's limp body with its snout.

"Hmm... The sedative only works for a few hours." The guide began to think. "I guess we'll have to leave them here."

"But what will happen to him if there's a predator nearby?" asked one of the scientists.

The man in charge clucked impatiently, frowning.

"There aren't any predatory species nearby. Our satellite verified that," the guide said to the scientist.

An awkward silence fell. Chase considered suggesting that the sedated animal and the chick be moved to a secure area. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a dull clap of thunder, shortly followed by a single flash of lightning.

"Gentlemen, I think we'll leave the dinosaurs here. I'm about to get soaked and drenched," the guide said quickly. "Then let's get back to camp. Oh, and Mr. Sheridan, don't close the march; someone else will," he added, glancing at Chase.

The young man obeyed his command and moved briskly, moving to the front of the group. The scientists managed to avoid the cold rain at the last minute by hiding deep within the warm and cozy campers. Some of them—like Chase—remained outside, hidden under the roofs attached to the campers. The young man sat for several hours outside, watching the life-giving rain do its work. It was very late, and most of the scientists had retired, but Chase had no intention of going to sleep. He listened intently to the night sounds of the extraordinary jungle, which drew the young man with its unique charm. The faintest distant rustle, the moan of the wind and reptiles, seemed to be the most beautiful, soothing, and captivating music. Sheridan was growing drowsier, feeling the sand again beneath his half-closed eyelids. At one point, he thought he saw several figures slipping out of the campers, which had gone deeper into the impenetrable jungle, but he didn't have a chance to get a closer look as his eyelids drooped over his tired eyes, enveloping him in sleep.

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The next morning, Chase was awakened by a distant scream of terror. The young man opened his eyes quickly, but after a moment, he realized that the sun had not yet defeated the moon. The camp was illuminated only by the pale glow of the moon. That scream again... The people in the campers hurriedly rose, alarmed by the screams. But what they all heard moments later shattered their sense of security. An angry, blood-curdling roar that pierced the heart of every fully conscious scientist, draining them of all their courage. With one powerful kick, Chase flung open the door of the camper where he always slept. In the mirror at the end of the hallway, he saw his reflection, pale and terrified. The young man grabbed his Remmington, several boxes of bullets, and a long, sharp knife. Sheridan loaded his weapon with dizzying speed, then in a single bound, was outside, his Remmington at the ready. Many scientists also held their weapons, awaiting further events. In the terrified crowd, the young man spotted Ivanov, also holding a loaded weapon. Chase swore Kurzenkov was several times paler than he was, and the terror etched on his face was more pronounced than the youth's.

"Wh-what's going on?! Who's s-screaming like that?" the Russian stammered in a trembling voice.

"I don't know. That..." He broke off, as what he saw shocked him deeply. A terrifying sight emerged from the jungle, and many of the scientists turned green, screaming in indescribable terror.

"Too Tyra-ani-izou-rr-is Reeexxx!!!" Ivanov finished for Sheridan, casually uttering the words, ending them with a resounding scream, before fleeing at lightning speed, away from the beast. A Tyrannosaurus Rex, approximately twelve meters long and seven meters tall, with a huge head and equally large fangs, short paws tipped with two claws, and enormous hind limbs tipped with five-foot-long talons, which he now stooped low, letting out a terrifying roar. The sight would have crushed many a brave soul, but Sheridan retained what remained of his senses and logical thinking. The beast was approaching one of the campers, where several scientists had taken refuge. The young man spotted a steel box a few meters from his location and quickly grabbed it, pulling several flares from the box. He ignited one of them. A bright red flame illuminated his face and the small area around his position. The tyrannosaurus effortlessly flipped the camper with a single swing of its enormous head, sending the occupants inside into a desperate panic, the distance between them shrinking at breakneck speed. The reptile had already chewed through several tires, while the youth pulled out a second flare, igniting the lit one. Sheridan swung one of the flares, aiming at the bulging, yellow eyes of the hideous beast. His accuracy was confirmed by a cry of pain torn from the dinosaur's throat. The enraged beast turned toward Chase, letting out another terrifying roar. The tyrannosaurus began to rapidly approach the youth. Terrified, Sheridan threw the flare to his right, but the dinosaur paid no attention. In a final act of desperation, Chase raised his weapon, aiming at the reptile's massive head, and fired. The creature roared again in anger, and Sheridan began to flee deeper into the camp. Another roar and the sound of something large walking informed the young man that the beast was pursuing him. The rest of the scientists fled into the trees, losing their weapons in the process. Chase didn't dare look over his shoulder, hearing the sound of the precious equipment being rammed. The reptile was getting closer and closer to Sheridan, who, completely stunned, didn't know what to do. Finally, he heard the sound of a gunshot and the beast's pitiful whine, followed a moment later by the sound of something massive and very heavy falling to the ground. Only after running another few meters did the young man stop and look over his shoulder. On the ground lay the enormous body of a Tyrannosaurus, sprawled on its belly. Clouds of dust and dirt still rose in the air, but after a moment, they subsided, revealing the camp, completely destroyed. Almost all the equipment lay on the ground, broken and unusable. Campers were crushed, overturned on their roofs, or lying on their sides. Moments later, scientists began to descend from the trees, terrified and distraught by the utter destruction of their equipment.Everyone's dull gaze turned for a moment to the enormous body of the Tyrannosaurus, then a slightly more frightened gaze landed on Chase.

"So, gentlemen," Chase said in a slightly mocking tone. "Your security measures have failed… So what now?"

No one dared to speak, glaring at Sheridan. Finally, they heard a frightened, female voice, one the young man already recognized.

"Perhaps—let's first check that everyone's present and unharmed." It was Lexana's voice.

The scientists followed her advice, and they all gathered in one place, and one of the men pulled a long, dirt-stained, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"Mrs. Hammond, this is a list of everyone participating in the expedition," the man said, hesitantly handing the list to Lexana.

"Thank you, Mr.… er."

"Hannigan, Hawrold," the man introduced himself.

"Okay. So… I'll start reading." She spoke to the men in a more confident tone, her gaze fixed on the list, and then began reading off the scientists' names. So far, the owners of the names read from the list were present, but—

"Brimstone, Dylan." Another name was read from the list.

Neither man responded. Lexanie frowned, still waiting for confirmation of Dylan's presence.

"Is Mr. Brimstone present?" she asked again.

Silence.

"I asked if Mr. Brimstone is present." Lexanie asked again, her tone slightly angry.

Silence.

"Who has seen Brimstone?!" she yelled at the men.

"Please, Lexanie, calm down. Calling out in this situation is unwise. You might attract reptiles," Chase interjected quickly.

"Damn it," the woman cursed. "And w-what am I supposed to do now? Tell me what to do?" Lexanie yelled again.

"Mrs. Hammond, Chase said—" Kurzenkov began timidly.

"I KNOW!" "BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO NOW! WE DIDN'T FORESEE THIS SITUATION!" the woman roared, tears streaming down her cheeks, and a small flock of frightened birds rose from the nearby trees.

"Enough of this! Give her something to calm her down!" one of the scientists said in a raised voice. "

Lexan, please calm down. We'll all gather in a safe place soon, find the radio, and contact headquarters," the young man interrupted again. "Follow me. Weapons at the ready," he added, then headed toward the ruined camp. Sheridan pondered for a moment, stopping before the dead Tyrannosaurus. He looked at the treetops...

"Okay, see those four stands?" he blurted out suddenly, pointing at the treetops, where something large and metallic was embedded. "I suggest we spend the night there tonight. Just in case, the stands are connected by a telephone line. No, don't be alarmed, this line is completely separate and the connection can only be made between stands," Sheridan said, seeing the scientists' slightly animated expressions. "Hmm... So let's go upstairs, and we'll read the rest of the names there," the young man said. The scientists obeyed his command, hurrying after Sheridan. When they reached the stands, Chase pressed a camouflaged green-and-brown button, summoning the stand to the ground.

"The rest of you do the same with the other stands," Chase turned to the scientists.

When all the stands were suspended a few inches above the ground, the young man told Lexanie to give him the list of names, which she did. The young man began reading the list. Except for Dylan Brimstone, everyone was present.

"Okay, fine. There are thirty of us. A bit small, but still something," the young man said after carefully examining the list. "So, seven to the stands," he added.

The scientists began pushing their way to the stands, everyone wanting to get above the trees as quickly as possible. When Sheridan was sure everyone was safely secured in their stands, he told them to press the large red button inside the stands. Chase himself climbed into one of the stands, where Lexanie was, and pressed the red button. The stand moved without a hitch, sending small groups of birds into the air. When the shelter stopped, Lexanie and the rest of the scientists sat on the floor.

"God, I'm exhausted," said Ivanov, who was in the same stand as the young man. "I could use something to ride on..." the Russian added with a hint of embarrassment. A murmur of agreement passed among the scientists, and Chase pulled out some sandwiches, a few coffees, and other such items from a black metal cabinet on the pulpit.

"You have nothing to worry about, comrade," the young man turned to Kurzenkov, tossing him two sandwiches, a bag of chips, and three bananas. "Your hungry Russian stomach doesn't have to suffer anymore," he added with a broad smile. Ivanov returned the smile, then eagerly began cleaning out the bag of chips. Sheridan handed similar provisions to the others, who accepted their food with satisfied smiles on their tired faces. When everyone received their provisions, the young man grabbed the receiver of the black phone, pressed number one, and began to wait.

"Y-yes?" a frightened, high-pitched male voice spoke from the receiver.

"Good evening. Everything alright?" the young man said into the receiver.

"I think so." "The man in the other pulpit replied with a little more confidence. "But the people are hungry and tired," he added.

Chase smiled to himself.

"So I have some good news for you," Sheridan said into the phone. "See the black cabinets?" he asked.

"Yeah..." a high-pitched voice answered.

"So open them, you'll find provisions there... They're not fancy, but I think they should be enough. Oh, and divide them evenly, a few different foods per head. And leave something, we'll need it for tomorrow," Chase said.

"Amazing!" the man shouted happily, probably opening one of the cabinets. More clicks of locks and a soft creaking informed Sheridan that the man was opening more cabinets. "Okay, I'll take care of everything!" the man said again.

"When you've eaten, get some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow," the young man spoke into the phone. "Good night.

" "Good night, good night!" the man said happily, hanging up the phone. Chase did the same, then took a similar food he had divided among the scientists and the Lexans and began eating. After most of the men had eaten their share, almost all of them fell asleep, in the same positions they had been eating. After he had eaten, Sheridan gazed out at the impenetrable jungle for a moment. He had a feeling it wouldn't be easy to escape. The young man stretched out on the steel floor, curling up into a ball for warmth. He pondered for a moment before falling asleep. "I was right about one thing," Chase thought. "Everything's gone wrong," he thought again, smiled to himself, and fell into a well-deserved, deep sleep.

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When the young man awoke in the morning, it seemed that all the scientists were still asleep. Surrounded by the peace and the morning sounds of the jungle, Chase stood, yawned deeply, and cast a searching glance at the remains of the camp. It seemed no nocturnal predators had visited the ruined camp. Sheridan pulled two sandwiches and a Coke from the cupboard. As he ate, he listened to the rustling and constant chirping of birds. He couldn't understand how he could sleep with such a noise. After eating a meager breakfast, he decided to wake the rest of the scientists. He shook them gently, saying softly, "Good morning," or "Time to get up." When everyone finally got up, he greeted them again.

"Good morning. Grab a few sandwiches and something to drink from the cupboards, but please leave something. We'll need food."

The scientists listened to Chase's instructions and began to eat. Sheridan grabbed the phone, bringing each stand to its feet. When the men in the other stands confirmed they were ready to proceed, Chase told the men in each stand to return to the ground in ten minutes.

"Listen up!" the young man addressed the scientists. "If you've had your fill, I suggest we go down. We'll post a few sentries in stands around the camp, and the rest of us will start searching what hasn't been completely destroyed by the Tyrannosaurus. "

A murmur of agreement rippled through the scientists.

"So, get your weapons ready. We're going down!" Chase said, pressing a red button.

The stand moved slowly, scattering branches of exotic trees along the way. When it stopped on the soft jungle floor, the scientists emerged from the stand, looking around anxiously and holding their weapons at the ready. In a few minutes, the rest of the stands descended, emerging from which the scientists emerged, somewhat unconscious, some with disheveled hair. Chase explained to the scientists in the other stands the plan of action he had established for the time being.

"So, I suggest that the twelve people willing to stand guard in the stands confirm their willingness to do so." "The young man turned to the scientists. "We'll set up three people in the stands," he added after a moment, noticing the scientists' somewhat gloomy expressions. After a few moments, relatively well-looking men volunteered, their eyes clearly wide awake.

"Excellent. Uh... okay, get up there, and we'll start searching the camp," Sheridan said. "If you see any reptiles, don't shoot them, just shout a warning. If predatory dinosaurs approach dangerously close to our position... shoot them." He concluded somewhat dramatically.

"Sure!" confirmed Kurzenkov, the first to volunteer for guard duty. "When I was in Russia, I went hunting with my father!" the honest man added.

Another murmur of acceptance of Chase's instructions passed among the scientists volunteering for guard duty, so they headed for the stands in threes. Once they were at the top, the young man spoke to the rest of the scientists.

"Okay... Well, I think we'll start searching the camp. If you find anything useful, put it back there." He pointed to a large tree. "Let's get to work!" he enthusiastically encouraged the somewhat anxious scientists, who occasionally glanced longingly at the pulpits.

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END OF PART 1