Safety in numbers | Charlie, Danny, Rachel, Miles, Jeremy (+ a Nora cameo) | Experiment | G **spoilers for Jurassic World sort of**
This is a prequel for before/after things get out of hand.
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Charlie leans back against the wooden fence at the petting zoo. "You know, you're too big to ride any of the animals, right?"
"I just need get a picture for dad. He's always wanted to come here."
It's no secret that the reason they hadn't seen their uncle for seven years is because their mother had refused to set foot on Isla Nublar.
("But dad said we could go to the opening!"
"It's unnatural," her mother replies, not looking up from her computer. "And people are going to get hurt, they don't know what they're messing with."
"Unlike your nanites?" Charlie snaps and her mother glares at her.
"Honey, the work I'm doing with your father could save a lot of people," her mother says coolly. "All your uncle's doing is running a freak show.")
"Maybe dad'll get that chance now," Charlie says. She turns back to the pen, just in time to see a small child hug a struggling baby triceratops. "If he can get here before PETA shuts this place down."
Standing back from the crowd, Nora, Miles' tightly wound P.A motions for them to stay put. The woman's barely taken the phone from her ear for the last hour, and she's slowing them down. Charlie reaches for Danny's sleeve.
"When I tell you to run, run."
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"Where are they?"
Jeremy jumps at the silent threat in Miles' voice and types quicker. His boss may look calm, but he's definitely starting to feel the pressure. A few frantic clicks later and the tracking software fills the main screen. A map of the island appearing in all its 3D digital glory.
"With the GPS chips in their wristbands, I should be able to narrow it down to just a few meters."
"You know, when my brother mentioned that his kids are magnets for trouble," Miles murmurs, leaning down to read the latitude and longitude, "I kinda thought he was joking. How close is that to the last sighting?"
Jeremy scratches the back of his neck. "Right on top of it."
Miles' straightens up to his full height, "We have to keep evacuating the park, and I need you to keep an eye on crowd control." He plucks the spare radio off of Jeremy's desk, and starts backing out of the control room. "Call Bass and tell him to meet me on the helipad."
"Where are you going?"
Pressing the button for the lift, Miles shrugs. "I gotta go get my family, Jeremy. Hey, don't make that face. If we live, remind me to give you a raise."
Jeremy turns back to look at the blinking dots on screen. "Miles, if we don't die, I'm pretty sure the insurance company's going to send assassins to take us out."
This is a prequel for before/after things get out of hand.
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Charlie leans back against the wooden fence at the petting zoo. "You know, you're too big to ride any of the animals, right?"
"I just need get a picture for dad. He's always wanted to come here."
It's no secret that the reason they hadn't seen their uncle for seven years is because their mother had refused to set foot on Isla Nublar.
("But dad said we could go to the opening!"
"It's unnatural," her mother replies, not looking up from her computer. "And people are going to get hurt, they don't know what they're messing with."
"Unlike your nanites?" Charlie snaps and her mother glares at her.
"Honey, the work I'm doing with your father could save a lot of people," her mother says coolly. "All your uncle's doing is running a freak show.")
"Maybe dad'll get that chance now," Charlie says. She turns back to the pen, just in time to see a small child hug a struggling baby triceratops. "If he can get here before PETA shuts this place down."
Standing back from the crowd, Nora, Miles' tightly wound P.A motions for them to stay put. The woman's barely taken the phone from her ear for the last hour, and she's slowing them down. Charlie reaches for Danny's sleeve.
"When I tell you to run, run."
_ _ _
"Where are they?"
Jeremy jumps at the silent threat in Miles' voice and types quicker. His boss may look calm, but he's definitely starting to feel the pressure. A few frantic clicks later and the tracking software fills the main screen. A map of the island appearing in all its 3D digital glory.
"With the GPS chips in their wristbands, I should be able to narrow it down to just a few meters."
"You know, when my brother mentioned that his kids are magnets for trouble," Miles murmurs, leaning down to read the latitude and longitude, "I kinda thought he was joking. How close is that to the last sighting?"
Jeremy scratches the back of his neck. "Right on top of it."
Miles' straightens up to his full height, "We have to keep evacuating the park, and I need you to keep an eye on crowd control." He plucks the spare radio off of Jeremy's desk, and starts backing out of the control room. "Call Bass and tell him to meet me on the helipad."
"Where are you going?"
Pressing the button for the lift, Miles shrugs. "I gotta go get my family, Jeremy. Hey, don't make that face. If we live, remind me to give you a raise."
Jeremy turns back to look at the blinking dots on screen. "Miles, if we don't die, I'm pretty sure the insurance company's going to send assassins to take us out."
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...TBH I want to see my movie too.
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