Jurassic World (Chlöe/Megan Adaptation)

Chp. 4 - Asset Out of Containment

Chloe made it to Megan's bungalow near the sea. She pulled up to the sight of the stallion of a woman making some small adjustments to her Maserati, reminding herself to not get distracted from the task at hand. She parked her Mercedes a few feet away, the sound of her heels crunching against the small pebbles getting Megan's attention. The Texan looked up at her unexpected guest and let out a chuckle.

"What do they want now?" she asked herself.

"Ms. Pete?" Chloe said. "I need you to come take a look at something."

Megan stood up, wiping her hands on a towel that hung from her shoulder.

"Why are you calling me 'Ms. Pete'?"

Chloe rolled her eyes like a little girl before addressing the woman again.

"Megan...if you're not too busy?"

"I'm pretty busy..." the Texan teased.

Deciding to just get to the point, Chloe ignored the woman's childish ways.

"We have an attraction," she began.

"Funny...that's not what you said the last time I saw you..."

"The dinosaurs, Ms. Pete."

"Megan."

"A new species we made-"

"You just went and made a new dinosaur?"

"Yeah. It's kinda what we do here. The exhibit opens to the public in three weeks. Mr. Masrani wanted me to consult with you."

"Here? Or in my bungalow?"

Chloe inwardly melted at the wink Megan sent her, all the while keeping up with her hard, outward exterior.

"You're not funny," the ebony said.

"I'm a little funny," Megan chuckled.

"Look, we'd like you to evaluate the paddock for vulnerabilities."

"Why me?"

"Mr. Masrani thinks that since you're able to control the raptors..."

"See? It's all about control with you. I don't control them. It's a relationship. It's based on mutual respect. That's why you and I never had a second date."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed as she took immediate offense.

"Excuse me? I never wanted a second date."

"And who prints out an itinerary for a night out?"

"I'm an organized person!"

"And also, what kinda diet don't allow tequila?"

"All of them, actually."

"Well-"

"Since we're on the subject," Chloe interrupted, "what kinda woman shows up to a date in boy shorts?"

"It's Central America," Megan shrugged. "It's hot. Plus, I gotta great ass, and I'll be damned if I don't show it off."

Chloe kept herself from looking.

"Okay, okay," she sighed. "Let's just focus on the asset."

"The 'asset'?" Megan chuckled. "Look, I get it. You're in charge out here, you gotta make a lot of tough decisions, it's probably easier to pretend these animals are just numbers on a spreadsheet. But they're not. They're alive."

"I'm aware..." Chloe said.

"You might've made them in a test tube, but they don't know that. They're thinking...'I gottta eat. I gotta hunt. I gotta...'"