Prehistoric Park

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:26 pm

The sun rose high in the sky, its golden rays shinning over the Kakala islands, five glittering emeralds on a dark blue velvet pillow. Out on four of the islands, bellows of beasts that had not roamed the world for millions of years echoed out, as if to great the sun. On the second largest island of Telei, the Prehistoric Park hotel, lab and staff quarters bustled with activity. Guests to feed and get on their tours or hunts, new animals to breed and things to manage.

Gamekeeper Andy Clark lounged against a jeep, waiting to start his day. He was suppose to drive some rich boy and his friends into the largest island of Ateca, so they could have a hunt. Some Kuwaiti prince. He chuckled to himself, hopefully he wouldn’t have to do everything but pull the damn trigger for this rich hunter.

He could hear a body shifting around inside the jeep. A glance told him that it was only Spots, the Smilodon cub he had been given as part of his contract, shifting in her sleep. The four-month-old cub had been able to come along with Andy for two months now but still needed to be bottle-fed. Under the driver’s seat was a bag filled with bottles of fat rich milk for Spots, should she need a fed during the day.

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Saint Michel · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Saint Michel** on Sun Aug 10, 2008 11:22 pm

Prince Amin straightened his collar as he stared into the hotel mirror.

يا الله but today will be a good day, نعم?"

"It will be, Prince," dutifully replied Kafiq, his servant. Kafiq had been with Amin since the day the young prince had been born, and in Amin's eyes Kafiq had become far too much like a old mother hen. Kafiq didn't approve of this hunting trip, but then Kafiq wasn't the prince.

Amin's cousin Jawal was much more excited about the venture. "Ah but it will be glorious! We shall each have a great skull of our own!"

"And you will put the whole skeleton in your stables?" Amin laughed, then turned from the mirror. For the day's excursion he was dressed in a stylish safari ensemble hand-tailored in Italy, as was Jawal. The two men, with Kafiq trailing politely behind, met up with the remainder of their party in the hotel lobby. There were three others, all distant cousins and important officials in either the Finance or Oil Ministry. "You two are ready?" asked one of the Oil Ministry cousins, "We said would meet our guide five minutes?"

Amin shrugged. He was ready when he was ready, and not a moment before. If this -- he paused to remember the name -- Mr. Clark had to wait well that was what Amin was paying him for. He turned to check to that Kafiq was still carrying his rifle case, and he was not disappointed, even though it was a very large bag for Kafiq to carry. Inside was his .700 Nitro Express-chambered double rifle, one of the most powerful hunting rifles in the world. It had cost him $50,000 to order, and each round cost $100, but for that expense it was guaranteed to deliver a very persuasive argument for death to any skeptical animal yet living. But then again, he'd heard no reports of it being tried on dinosaurs.

Two other rifles were in the bag -- both .458 Winchester Magnum Model 70s. One was his secondary rifle, the other Jawal's. The Model 70 had been knocking elephants and hippopotamuses head over heels since the 30s - Amin had several mounted heads on his wall to testify to that.

The five cousins and their servants gathered their gear and walked out of the air-conditioned lobby into the the dazzling sunshine and heat of the South Pacific. Across the hotel drive Amin could see a tanned and sinewy gentleman taking his ease leaning against one of the park jeeps. The prince recognized him at once - not by face but by attitude, one he'd seen shared by similarly employed men across the world, men who had stared death in the face and had the nerve to stand tall and pull the trigger.

"You are Clark?" Amin asked in his Oxford-accented English.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:42 pm

Andy reached behind him, into the jeep and scratched Spot's full belly. The sleeping cub purred lowly and curled around his hand. While she was only four months old, the Smilodon cub was about the size of a large bobcat and could have been mistaken for one, save for the tan fur. She was just teething and didn't have the long saber like teeth that was the hallmark of her breed.

"Andy Clark" called Andy, looking at the man that had called out his last name, "You....." He glanced down at the the piece of paper in his hand and frowned. There was no way he could pronounce the name at the top. "The prince?" he finshed, having nothing better to say. He smiled and shrugged, not having much more to say.

The man was much older then most of the rich boys, who had come to spend their daddies money and play with his guns. He was also dressed in the style of hunters of Africa. A true smile played over his lips. A nice outfit, most likely over paid for and would fall apart after a few days out in the bush. Not that the rich boy would get a few days out in the bush in a row. The park only ran day hunts and never over fourteen hours.

Saint Michel · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Saint Michel** on Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:00 pm

Amin's eyes narrowed as he recognized Mr. Clark was sizing him up. "I am Prince al-Sabah, if that is who you are inquiring about."

The man shrugged, as if it made no difference, which succeeded in angering Amin more. "So tell me what your plan is for today's expedition. We all," he gestured toward the rest of his party, "We wish to hunt the largest game. I myself wish to hunt a tyrannosaurus or other large carnivore."

"As do I!" Jawal added, sounding eager as a school boy instead of a balding bureaucrat. There was a chorus of similar sentiments from the other cousins.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:32 pm

Andy smiled widely, withdrawing his arm from the jeep and pulling a map out. "You want a tyrannosaurus" he said, looking over the map and a list, "Well you happen to be in luck. The last two hunts in the tyrannosaurus paddock have failed. We still have seven young bulls that are unbred and in a foul temper. There is also three older bulls, that were in our breeding program and far larger then the young ones, not that the young ones are small in any since of the word. The older ones are also very clever beasties, we almost had a deadly accident last month, two of the old bulls worked together to get the bait the hunting party was using. We had two gamekeepers and a hunter medivacked."

The gamekeeper was silent for a few seconds, letting the danger of the hunt for tyrannosaurus was and continued on. "The basic plan is this," said Andy, "Dive out to to the paddock gate, hoof it through the release clearing, find a nice place for an ambush and see if we can't bait one in. Few different tricks for that." He reached into the jeep again and pulled out a spray can. "If we're looking for the young ones, we can normally get them in with a scent trap using the piss from a female ready to mate. Don't ask how they get this, I don't even want to know. If we want one of the bigger ones, we pick up a Kritosaurus body and play recordings of one in pain. "

AliceInWonderland · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AliceInWonderland** on Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:57 pm

Jeanna let out a sigh of both relief and disdain as she noticed the hunter's jeep had yet to move from its station. She adjusted the large messenger’s bag hanging across her small frame. She pulled out her prescription glasses, allowing them to transition to dark, and inspected the jeep and its occupants. She continued walking, soon approaching the party.
She remove her thin frames and mounted them on top of her short, black hair that had been pulled away from her face with pins. She forced a stiff smile to the guests and then focused her green eyes on Andy.
“Hi, are you the Gamekeeper agent Clark?“ Without waiting for an answer, “I am Dr. Wallace from the lab. I have been assigned to this hunt on a research and study mission .” She paused as she lowered her voice so the tourists would not hear her. “As you know the violent activity has risen outstandingly!” Her eyebrows nearly shot up into her hairline as she spoke, her voice growing tight. “So, I have to collect some samples under your watch to see that the hormone levels are remaining stable in the wildlife.”
She straightened out her white button-down blouse as she finished. Smiling once again, though this was much more sincere. She had never been out into the field with animals and couldn’t wait to see what all of her hard work had accomplished. She was almost beaming now, not realizing that her inner giddiness was beginning to seep through her pores.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Aug 27, 2008 1:36 am

As Andy waited for the prince to either talk with his friends or make the choice for the group about what age group they would be hunting for, one of the eggheads came out from the main building and walked up, declaring that she was going with them. The violence she was talking about was the what most of the idle chitchat was about in the gamekeeper quarters. One story being told over and over was about a young tyrannosaurus, who instead of going for the bait, walked around the hunters and attacked the tree with the gamekeeper in it. After being shot several times, the young bull was driven off. Luckily, there had been no one was hurt too badly.

"Good" said Andy, giving the lab tech a broad smile, "I don't have to go find another driver then. The jeeps are automatic." The jeeps the park used could hold six people total; one driver, a passenger up front, three in the back and each jeep had a swiveling bucket set attached in the very back. The bucket seat had been attach so that one could take a shot from the back of the moving jeep and that was how the animals were going to be hunted in the first place but it proved to hard to aim like that.

The Gamekeeper reached into the jeep and grab another set of keys and started to pull his arm back when there was a growl from within. Suddenly Andy's shoulder was jerked down, just as it came out of the window. There was Spots, the bobcat-sized Smilodon cub, wrapped around his forearm and bitting his wrist. She was teething.

"Spots" Andy laughed in a low voice, as he pulled the cub into a cuddle, "Bad kitty, I'm not a chew toy."

AliceInWonderland · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AliceInWonderland** on Wed Aug 27, 2008 1:56 am

She near jumped out of her skin when the four-legged feline exposed itself and she had the headache to prove it. She placed one hand on her heart as if to stop it from escaping to her throat and one on her head to meet the pounding headache at her forehead.
Her eyes didn't leave the creature but you could tell they were glazed with a mixture of surprise and passing fear.
"Oh, so your the lucky one who got all of the extra bonuses this year," she chuckled at her weak attempt at a joke. She didn't care if anyone else laughed or even heard her. Her laugh helped her relax, slowed her heart beat and chased away fear. She shook out her shoulders and nervously checked her hair, readjusting the pins and pushing her fringe off of her forehead.
"Just to give you the rundown," she made her way to climb into the front seat as she also struggled to regain the last bit of professionalism. "I won't be hunting and I'm under strict orders to not leave your sight. The company is trusting you with my life!" She sent a glare his way to stress the importance. "After the termination of the animal at task, I then will retrieve several sample's of specimen. The company would prefer the creature demographic that has been causing the most problems."
Her voice was blunt, almost monotone; her eyes cold and calculating; her words composed the night before and rehearsed in the mirror. People weren't her speciality unless they ran on the most basic and barbaric levels. She then turned to the guests and gave them another one of her forced smiles.
"I'll stay out of your way as much as possible to preserve this hunting experience for you."

Saint Michel · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Saint Michel** on Wed Aug 27, 2008 9:01 am

Amin had been listening to the exchange between Mr. Clark and the academic-looking woman who had just approached. He hadn't caught her name, but he recognized her excitement. The words "violent activity," had stuck with him for some reason.

"Excuse me," he said, taking a step forward. "But this animal you are seeking, it would not happen to be a large carnivore, would it?"

Behind him both Jawal and Kafiq stirred at understanding the meaning of his words, his cousin in excitement and his servant in disapproving concern. Amin ignored them both. "A big carnivore?"

AliceInWonderland · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AliceInWonderland** on Wed Aug 27, 2008 10:42 pm

Jeanna sat behind the steering wheel, stuffing her back beneath her seat. She turned towards Amin, “Why yes the Tyrannosaurus Rex has always been held as the king of the prehistoric realm. It is one of the largest carnivorous creatures we have on the island!” She broke out into a smile, “If you are looking for a big hunt, this magnificent creature is definitely it. Without a doubt!” The actual project for creating the creature had been a world of stress, she had spent her entire summer and intern term working on the project. She sighed as she remembered the all nighters she build extracting cells and playing with different radiation levels. It was the work of her lifetime. She had made up her mind that she would never leave Prehistoric Park’s Restoration and Preservation Team or RPT. They were the soul reason that kept the prehistoric creatures from dieing off once again. The disease proofed each species and developed new ways to speed up the adaptation process to ensure their survival on the island.

Her work seemed to never end and that’s how she liked it. She was hoping to be the first scientist to crack the mystery of the new found hostility in the creatures. Most of the hormones had been altered to preserve reproduction but minimize hunting instincts. After all, most of all the carnivorous creatures were feed with all organic cattle.

Irish Wolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Irish Wolf** on Wed Aug 27, 2008 11:13 pm

Andy chuckled lightly, opening the door of his jeep and slipping in, setting Spots on his lap. Sure the Tyrannosaurus was their biggest animal in the park but bigger was not always the deadlier. The Utahraptors that the park was keeping were smaller then the King Lizard but he considered them far deadlier. As tall as a man and twenty feet long, with a nine inch long claw on each foot and smart bastards to boot. Then came the Smilodons they had, waiting in ambush for their prey.

"Your highness" said Andy, as the jeep rumbled to life under him, "If you and your guests want to load themselves into the jeeps, we can get started now."

AliceInWonderland · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **AliceInWonderland** on Wed Aug 27, 2008 11:39 pm

Jeanna smoothly switched the jeep into the driving gear while holding down the break so the vehicle wouldn’t move. She was eager to begin the adventure.

“I’m no pro at reading a map so I’m assuming you will be giving me directions as to the actual location? Or will we just drive around until we find what they want?” She had a map in her bag but was preying that she would not have to use. This would be her first time within the wilderness preserved for the creatures since the opening of the park. She knew little if anything about the actual terrain except for a few plants she ha helped restore and the some of the animals diets.

Orkzmichael · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Orkzmichael** on Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:36 pm

The helicopter landed upon the landing pad,its blades slowly coming to a stop as Lance Benadict jumped out
"well golly what a welcome comitty"he said to the pilot who was also getting out the landing pad was deserted
"am i late"he spoke to the pilot in a strong tex accent
"only by a day or so" the pilot smiled
"well i needed to be on that hunt down in australia you know that ok lets go"he said walking into the main building next to the landing pad the walls on each side of the complex were thick concrete
"looks like im in for soom big buggers"

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