There wasn't a word of conversation until we came to the shabby location of the main aviary on the island. Whatever society was in there didn't go wrong with their titanium walls stretching for miles,. From where the lowering sun brightened, I approximated that the time was around 6:30. And this was July. But just for a reality-check, my watch read 6:37.
I glanced from far out into the aviary, a mass of rock towering from my right and left. Before the sunset stood three motionless men on both peaked w/ no regard, soldiers holding their stance from on top, machetes and arms with them and watching our movement intently.
"Someone want to say something?" said Fredrick's voice from far all around, "Or should I do the talking?"
"Why should you be the one talking? Of course, John Hammond would be the one with the solution, would he not? Even for a downright mad man!" barked an officer.
Fredrick mouthed an insult at him, before drawing the line. "Look here. I might certainly have the time to name each of you as criminals for our little quarrel, but right now, I need you guys to give this girl a fighting chance. This is Robin-I certainly hope you would have the right mind to think she doesn't have her sass!"
"What a pity that you didn't get to her sooner!" taunted an officer to the left un-chantley.
"Westley-" intervened a third officer, "your going to be pitying yourself if that trap of yours doesn't snap shut. I can guarantee that non of you want any business with that ol' Rex. " he gave a sharp warning.
After hushing his crew, the man gave a curt nod at my appearance. "Welcome aboard, Robin. You can call me Mr. Santony. Got anything on you?"
"Nothing but my bare skin and clothes, Mr. Santony, what's your deal?" questioned Robin.
"I'm talking about these," he included his machete and machine gun, "any of that is a no-no in here. Drugs?"
It seemed that out the blue, the innocent Robin was fuming. "Well-excuse me! I do believe that we're on Isla-goddamn-Sorna! If it's anything that your going to confiscate, it's not going to be my such things as daggers!"
"Well, excuse me, but this is our turf, so deal already."
Robin didn't respond; all she did was mumble under her breath in a ridiculous tone of manner.
Mr. Santony gave her hawk eyes. "Okay. The little lady looks stable enough-I say we make her at home and we'll deal with the rest soon enough. I want you, Fredrick, to see about any care maintenance we got going on."
"Yes, sir."
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Project Sorna
AdventureThe day Robin Prestley quit her job was a relief. At least, that's how sequence of events go until her study-filled extravaganza to the deserted Isla Sorna goes south all due to her ex-boss and his pure selfish-ness. The truth really was that ever s...
