The variety was tasteful at least, and she recognized several of the more prominent devices, the hilt of a light saber, the curving shape of a zat nik tel, and the distinct form of a second generation phaser. Clearly her employer wanted to make a point.
Sitting across from them her current employer continued, picking up one piece of technology and rambling on about it for several minutes. Chancing a look to her side she looked up at the bear that had followed her in, Gus, huge for his species, or so she thought. She had not worked with a bear in close proximity before, but, for the last several weeks, at her employer’s insistence she had been trying to brief him on the dangers of multi-dimensional travel.
The task had been a daunting one, as it felt like she was dealing with a child who had a pension for stuffing forks into light sockets. And for the first twenty-four hours sense she had been dispatched, she spent the lions share of her time wondering if she was going to die a horrible paradoxical death.
Or, cause a dimensional breach, and implode a universe, the implications behind that were – unpleasant to think about. The paperwork would be a killer.
A dart flew past her with an angry swish, and for a second she wondered if he had caught her inattention and decided to take some corrective action. Following the darts path to the wall behind her she was relieved to see such was not the case.
The projectile had found it’s home in the photo of a wild haired man looming out of a large blue box. Over which was scrawled the word ‘Thief!’ and a date with a much finer penmanship. ‘Never forget.’ Sirse had wondered about that photo for some time, but had never brought it up, as it seemed to anger her employer greatly.
Returning her attention to the situation at hand, as the demonstration seemed to be wrapping up, and her mind kicked into high gear. As mortals tended to ramble, it was always an interesting game to try and rationalize what the end subject was, one she had become quite skilled at over her years of service.
Sirse’s eyes lit up, she could see where this was going, and did not like it, the bear behind her stood, apparently blissfully unaware, she envied him in that moment.
‘So’ Her employer went on, ‘I have a task for the two of you.’
With a casual demeanor, he slid a vanilla envelope over the table, and waited for her to retrieve it. Another warning flag reared itself in her mind. He was too calm, and there was a slight curl to the corner of his mouth, he was trying not to smile.
‘Everything you need to know is inside.’ His eyes were dancing, taking in a deep breath, Sirse took a step back – and ran into a shaggy carpet of fur. Taking her eyes off the being across the desk she shot a look up, when had he moved behind her?
Heavy paws came to rest on her shoulders, in a comforting gesture, had he somehow sensed her apprehension?
Before she could ponder the question further her employer extracted a small metal disk, she could visibly see the energy reverberating from it, her heart picked up a beat as her body tensed.
‘And off you go.’ Her employer said with almost casual dismissal, and with a flick of his wrist, the disk sailed across the table, and the world vanished in a flash of white energy.
For a terrible few heartbeats Sirse felt herself being drawn out of the room, the world dissolved around her in a seemingly random display of color and sound that assaulted her hears, even after she had pressed them firmly back. Behind her, Gus’s claws dug painfully into her shoulder and she wished she had a voice to cry out with.
As quickly as the distorted sensations had begun they again began to recede. The world began to take on familiar shapes that her mind could process and categorize, plants, foliage, trees… It took her electrified senses a second to sound off, and another second before she was able to process what where she was.
The world around her had vanished, the familiar office she visited upon completing an assignment was now replaced with lush jungle and an assortment of fallen trees.
Tropical, humid and with very pungent scents of thing she had not detected before.
Casting her gaze down to the folder in her hand she read the block letters, her hazel eyes widened, and she mentally let out a groan.
In very small font was written three words: Jurassic Park Operation.
C.S. Notes: Hello, and welcome to a five piece short story featuring the the small mute fox Sirse, and her current partner Gus. This was something I have always wanted to write a book about, but ran into several problems - one being that the story, would be to short to be anything other than a comic book. But, who didn't dream about the possibility of a second team being sent into Jurassic Park to retrieve that canister of shaving cream?
Long overdue, and now to draw some dinosaurs.
I showed it to my younger sis and she made nightmare becauqe of me xD
If one was ever armed with a flashlight you could see it's red eyes glowing in the darkness.
Did I mention it's favorite hobby is to shoulder check your legs at full throttle?
Pure nightmare fuel for my youth.
"Jurassic Park? Hmm, I've heard mention that these ancient reptiles had been resurrected through cloning procedures for some sort of entertainment purpose. For the life of me, I'm not sure why one would want to revive a two-ton behemoth with more teeth than a school of piranha and a worse temper to match. But then, one mammal's poison is another's dessert I always say. I guess this is what I get for asking his help in testing the camouflage effect in the military version of the static suit I've been getting my team to produce. Ah well, a field test isn't good without a field, I always say." grinning like a hyena at my own bad pun, hoping to ease my companion's tension.
From a hudden pocket on her cut off skirt, Sirse extracts her phone, and begins to rapidly thum out a message. You note that though her eyes are on the screen, bith ears are un constant motion, rotating, hold, listen, rotate, hold, listen.
Her familiar voice appear in your ear again, this time, there is an air of dread to it.
'I was not briefed.'
'And neither were you. This is a, test. A field evaluation to see if I will be permitted to continue to be allowed to work with you. Or if your presence will be a liability.'
There is a touch of sadness there, in that last part, before she adds.
'It is good to hear from you as well. It has been, to long.'
Dosser in hand, she curles the paper to her chest, and seems to be making a decision.
'Do not worry, my employer bares you no ill will regarding the incident with the dress. This is diffrent.'
A rustle in thr brush off to your side causes the little fox to freeze. Ears fully alert, you recall seeing the posture before, when you inadvertently started mentioning names of power. That what may be around you is on that same par of concern is disconcerning.
Eyes never wavering, her hand moves in a blur.
'We need to make for higher ground. Safer off the forest floor. Trees would be ideal. Can you climb?'
I quickly scrambled up as high as I could up the nearest tree placing as much distance between ourselves and the unknown danger. My protective instincts were kicking in and I'd be damned if she would be harmed due to my inaction. The tree I had climbed was a very large redwood, well suited to handle our combined weight and once I determined we were high enough to avoid the danger from the ground, I sat on a very sturdy branch and allowed Sirse to climb off my shoulders. Just as she was about to sit beside me, I place her in my lap, crossing my arms around her protectively, trying to shield her from any danger. A low growl issued from my chest and my hackles began to rise as I stared down into the undergrowth, attempting to see or smell the mysterious threat.
As you test the air, a faint wift of rotting meat. Around you the forest moves in the wind. Whatever may be out there does not make itself known.
For several long minutes, the forest remains quiet, and then slowly noises begin to return. Birds, small insects, add their voices to the growing background noise.
Letting out a deep breath Sirse taps your arm.
Looking up at you, something plays across her face, concern. Her hands twitch over the folder before her.
'You should see this.'
Opening the folder she leafs to the first page. Attached is a picture of a Barsal shaving cream, a series of gps quardinats. And severl pages of text.
Scanning the documents, she pages she frowns.
'Thirty six hours.'
'I think were at the edge of the tyrannosaurus paddock.'
I continued holding Sirse in my embrace, breathing in her scent. Strange as it may seem, but her smell calmed my nerves and I needed my wits about me if we were to get out in one piece.
"All right. If I remember correctly, the can was lost somewhere along one of the paths near the dock. Given that the T-Rex paddock is in the middle of the tour guide path, can you estimate how far we are from it?"
With her off hand she flips the folder to the last page, Extraction sight: three locations are listed, a small side dock on the south side of the island. A helipad near the center of the island, and lastly one further out to sea off the coast by about two miles.
Several markings indicated the helipad with a designation one, the dock with two, and the off shore sight as three. Sirse's eyes flash over the sights once more, and her body coils itself, her eyes narrow. Closing the folder she takes up her tablet.
'At the thirty-six hour mark, the extraction sights will activate, once started, we will have have twelve hours to make it to the second sight, and sit to make it to the last extraction point.'
Drawing in a silent breath, she lets it out and clicks in the last part.
'If we do not make it to one of the extraction locations on time, my employer will consider us dead. No rescue attempt will be made.'
Twisting to be able to look up at you, Sirse rubs her head under your chin, in a comforting gesture. Hands working, fast she clicks out another burst.
'The canister was last seen by the dilophosaurus paddock, there should be a road to the East dock nearby. And, a jeep. If it works it will help immensely.'
Looking out over the forest, Sirse's eyes settled on the peaks rising up due north, twisting she motiones to the south west.
'We need to go that way.'
'Avian. The DNA he is after is avian, not reptilian.'
Looking up at you, her brows crease in concern.
'It is possible that he desires nothing more than to shave with the can. That, and such an item is by itself quite valuable, fifty thousand per viable embryo.'
At the mention of Hammond, Sirse hesitates, her eyes focusing on the horizon for a long while before she taps her wrist.
'That is what concerns me. He is not one to forget lessons from history. I suspect, he has other plans for these embryos.'
Setting her watch for thirty-six hours she starts the timer. With a steady gaze over the surrounding forest, she f
Well that depends on how Gus, the second author of this story chooses to act.
'The raptor fences aren't out are they?...'
Of course, they are, they've been offline for several hours now.
Best of luck, and remember, the objective is to retrieve the shaving cream.
Just be stealthy, avoid the center of the island, and be ready to climb a tree like our ancestors did at the sight of a Saber tooth cat.
'You'll be fine.' ;D
All I request is that you try and keep her alive, she us quite small, and...mute.
But highly effects, and quite resourceful.
- working in thar dinner piece, I have nit forgotten. I just find myself trying to establish how to draw your wife. any help in that department would be greatly appreciated.