Lysine Dependent

Chapter Three: Helicopter

CALIFORNIA: 3,796.6 miles North of Costa Rica

TIME: 9:00 a.m.

"Yes," Malcolm said finally, "I'm going." Lockwood's expression immediately changed. He was suddenly transformed into the same happy old man he was when Malcolm had first gotten there. "Excellent. I shall inform the team." "Ah, yes, about the team, who will I be accompanying on this, er, expedition?"

"Well, actually, I think you'd quite like the team I have," He looked Malcolm in the eyes. "There is a Doctor, Vet, Hacker, Hunter, Chemist, Helicopter Pilot, Paleontologist, Amber Excavator, and a Soldier." Malcolm folded his arms. "Well, I suppose that does sound like a good team, but you still haven't answered me." It was as if Lockwood had only just remembered his question. "Ah, yes. Well the doctor is James Bradwell, the vet's name is Jennifer Daniels, the hacker is Martin Wint, we have a hunter named Anthony Garcia, the pilot is Simon Maserani, the Paleontologist is named Elijah Keys, the excavator is called Samuel Rostango, and Silver Rosado, who is the soldier.

This really was a good team. Malcolm had heard of all of these people except one. The doctors were both very well known for being great in their fields, Wint had been hacking since age twelve. Garcia had been famous for hunting the most dangerous species on the planet. Keys had been crucial to the discovery of the Utah-raptor. Rostango was closely related to the Juanito Rostango, who had found most of the amber used in creating the original Jurassic Park, and Rosado had been one of the first people consulted about the thought of the original Jurassic Park. Oddly enough, Rosado had said that it was a terrible idea. She had been one of the few people on the project who had agreed with Malcolm, and was always trying to discourage them from taking the project any further. Of course, no persuading could convince the geneticists to change their minds. Malcolm had never actually met her in person, but she had a reputation for being very likable, but she also knew how to handle difficult situations. That was why she had been able to survive being lost in the Gobi Desert for eighteen days. The only name Malcolm wasn't familiar with was Maserani. He figured he was just some pilot that Lockwood had convinced to help him out.

"Sounds like you've got this under control." Malcolm was impressed by the way that Lockwood had taken over this situation. "And you doubted me." Lockwood wore a smug look on his wrinkled face. Malcolm allowed a smirk to show. "Yeah, yeah. I did," but to himself, Malcolm still felt unsure.

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COSTA RICA: 0 miles from Costa Rica

TIME: 2:57 p.m.

Malcolm stepped off of the plane after a five-hour flight. He walked right through the airport, he didn't have anything to pick up. The only thing he had brought with him was a black leather briefcase. He had been informed that the team would have everything else that they needed. He yawned, suddenly aware of how tired he was. He sat down on a nearby bench, sighing. He took a folded paper out of the pocket in his jacket. On the paper, there were two things: the name of a place, and two dollars. Malcolm stood up, and started toward the entrance of the airport Once outside, he put on a pair of sunglasses that had been folded on the collar of his shirt. He walked out to the road and hailed a cab. Once inside, he handed everything in the paper to the driver. It wasn't long until they reached their destination. A small, metal building lay in front of a large field. He exited the car. Once he was behind the building, he could see that, about twenty feet from him, there was a concrete platform, with a circled letter 'H' painted on the center. "A helipad," Malcolm understood. On the helipad, a single blue and white helicopter waited for him. The propeller just starting to turn. After a moment of staring at the vehicle, Malcolm noticed someone walking toward him. He was tall, and after he got a bit closer, you could see that he had messy, dark hair and bronze-colored skin. He reached where Malcolm was standing and smiled warmly. "Mr. Masrani, but you can call me Simon." Malcolm remembered the name from his earlier conversation with Lockwood. "You must be Dr. Ian Malcolm. It's a pleasure sir." Malcolm wondered aloud about what could possible be so pleasurable to meet him. Simon responded, looking amazed.

"Dr? Did I mishear you? You have been to Jurassic Park and back, alive mind you, live to see Isla Sorna, in all it's allure, then take on another challenge, presented by Mr. Lockwood, which ensues you finding me, a lowly helicopter pilot, and say to me that you don't know what could possibly be pleasurable about meeting you?"

"When you put it that way, I seem like some kind of hero, but I hardly view any of what you just said to be achievements." "Well, think of it from my point of view. How many other people can say that they, were attacked by a T-Rex with just a leg injury, hold on to a rope while your trailer falls off of the world around you, raptors knock you through a window, and still somehow manage to escape?" Simon was exasperated at this point. To him, it was astonishing how much one man can go through. To Malcolm, however, these were just more reminders not to play God.

Malcolm didn't respond. Partly because he didn't know what to say, partly because he knew he couldn't win. Simon already had his views. There's was nothing he could do to change them. They walked back to the helicopter in silence

The helicopter was deafeningly loud. Neither of them bothered to say anything because if they did, no one would hear it anyway. Simon was noticeably new at piloting but Malcolm didn't say anything. After liftoff, Malcolm wondered if he would ever set foot on Costa Rica again.

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OCEAN NEAR COSTA RICA: 0.3 miles from Costa Rica

TIME: 4:00 p.m.

The water sparkled beneath the helicopter. For some reason, Ian felt a pang of nostalgia. As if he missed being on the helicopter the first time he had been to Isla Nublar. He laughed at the thought. Although he felt that Isla Nublar was the second worst place to be, not even a man of science could resist the yearning for, at least, a little adventure. Somehow, he had forgotten the wonder of dinosaurs, seeing something that was absolutely impossible. Although he had been completely against the idea of cloning something that had been extinct for billions of years at the start, he almost wanted everything to work out the moment he laid eyes upon the absolute wonder that was the brachiosaurus. After all, at that time, he was one of only a few people in the entire world who had ever seen a real living dinosaur. He was left to think about this for quite a long time because the flight to Sorna was a long one. The helicopter jostled around wildly. After a little while of jolting around in the helicopter, Simon called back to him, "Hey, Malcolm! Look out your window, we're here!" Ian gazed out at the beautiful green foliage below him. They flew over an open field where a herd of brontosaurus seemingly waded in a large blue pond. He had to admit, at first, Malcolm wanted all of his calculations to be wrong. He wanted Jurassic Park to work out. It all seemed so perfect when the jeeps drove up to see the brachiosaurus grazing at Isla Nublar, but that was all an illusion.