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Chloe Sanderson and Charles Donovan were on the run. They managed to commandeer a helicopter and were heading for the islands to rescue a nest of Compsognathus eggs from the old abandoned Jurassic Park facility somewhere in San Diego. The couple feared that some rather shifty looking characters (which were probably employees of a rival bioengineering firm called BioSyn led by one Lewis Dodgson) wanted to exploit the dinos when they hatched, so taking them back to one of the islands (either one of the Five Deaths or Isla Nublar, which was located about 87 miles northeast) might be the best option to protect these dinos from these types of people.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Chloe Sanderson, 25, was enrolled in a Zoology course in the University of California: San Diego, before Charles came barging into her dorm room with a bunch of dino eggs in his backpack.
“Charles, what are you…?” Chloe asked at the time, annoyed by the intrusion. She was planning to pop a copy of North and South into the DVD player she inherited from her grandmother that recently passed on and have a relaxing night in her dorm, since her roommate was away and she didn’t have any classes that day.
“Close the door, quickly!” Charles Donovan, 27-year-old dino nerd nearly shouted to someone he used to go to high school with, but didn’t get involved with until she helped to rescue his missing five-year-old sister (she was ten, now) from a “monster” in the woods surrounding the old Jurassic Park facility somewhere in San Diego. He came from this facility now, with a bunch of Compsognathus eggs in tow.
“What’s going on?” Chloe wanted to know, putting one of the discs of the BBC miniseries, North and South, back in its case. Unlike Charles, who enjoyed the latest action movie, Chloe was a sucker for period dramas like North and South. You couldn’t pay Charles a million dollars to watch drivel like that, since he’d rather watch movies like The Land Before Time, since he’d had an obsession with dinosaurs ever since he was about five years old. You can imagine how he felt when he learned they were building another theme park on the same island that Jurassic Park was supposed to be on (but never opened, since it was sabotaged by a disgruntled employee by the name of Dennis Nedry).
“This is what’s going on.” Charles told her, as he took the eggs out of his backpack. There were five of them altogether.
“What did you do?!” Chloe demanded, knowing that they were dinosaur eggs. Since Jurassic World was shut down because of a new hybrid and then the island itself suffered a volcanic eruption a few years later, she knew that these eggs must have come from somewhere else.
“I rescued them.” Charles told her, knowing from experience that Chloe would want a little more detail and where exactly he rescued them from, since Isla Nublar was still recovering from the volcanic eruption of Mt. Sibo, even if that happened nearly a decade ago.
“From where?” Chloe wanted to know.
“From the old Jurassic Park amphitheater somewhere in the city.” Charles explained, looking behind him to make sure Chloe closed the door to her dorm room. When he saw that she had, he relaxed a little.
“From the same area Kristy disappeared from?” Chloe asked, referring to the time his youngest sister, Kristin (who goes by Krissy, not Kristy), disappeared from a family picnic in the wooded area surrounding the old facility when she was about five years old.
“Krissy, not Kristy. Short for Kristin, but nobody outside the family ever pronounces it right. My parents should have called her Christine instead.” Charles corrected (though she still might have wanted to go by Chrissy, it would just be spelled with a “Ch” instead of a “K”).
“Sorry,” Chloe apologized. She could never remember what nickname Kristin Donovan preferred.
“We gotta go.” Charles urged Chloe to join him in taking these Compy eggs back to the islands.
“Go where?” Chloe asked, already guessing what Charles had in mind.
“Back to the islands where these dinos will be safe.” Charles told his girlfriend of about five years.
“Are you insane? I’m not sure about Site B (or whatever that island is called), but Isla Nublar is still recovering from the volcanic eruption it suffered in 2018…” Chloe began.
“That was ten years ago, so it’s probably recovered by now, but I was thinking more of the Five Deaths archipelago 87 miles southwest, and the name of Site B is Isla Sorna, but it was picked clean years ago to transport some of the dinos to Isla Nublar for Jurassic World.” Charles was indeed a dino nerd, since he had all of this information memorized, not that any of this would surprise Chloe, since sometimes Charles acted more like an excited child when it came to anything dinosaur related than a responsible adult.
Now, they were flying over the Pacific Ocean in a “commandeered” helicopter, hoping they weren’t being followed. Chloe was worried. First, she remembered Charles mentioning that he had “some” helicopter training from his father, Stephen, since he was a Navy helicopter pilot in his youth, and second, she heard stories of how well Simon Masrani flew a helicopter and feared that they would suffer the same fate.
“Not particularly, but I did have some training from my father, Stephen.” Charles answered, just before they heard a bullet bounce off some of the metal on the outside of the helicopter.
“We’re being shot at!” Chloe exclaimed, ducking her head down low, so that if a bullet flew through the windshield, it would miss her.
“Darn BioSyn employees!” Charles cursed, swerving the helicopter in a more northeasterly direction, so that they were actually heading away from the Five Deaths island chain and heading more towards Isla Nublar, former home of both Jurassic Park and about twenty years later, Jurassic World.
“What does BioSyn have to do with any of this?” Chloe asked, when she felt the helicopter lurch suddenly downward. Apparently, the bullet had hit something important.
“I’ll explain later, but we’re going down, so hold on to something!” Charles exclaimed, imitating something Ian Malcolm said on Isla Sorna when he and a few others were in danger of being knocked off a cliff by a family of T-Rexes.
Chloe kept her head down, but managed to peak at the island below them. Since it was a singular island, she doubted they were over the Five Deaths archipelago but didn’t want to alarm Charles, so she kept silent until she felt a jerk when the helicopter crash landed on the island of Isla Nublar 87 miles to the northeast of the island chain Charles thought they were over.
Since the helicopter landed on its side, it didn’t explode (or at least not yet) and Chloe was thrown into the back seat by the impact, unconscious, but alive. Charles, on the other hand, did not get so lucky. The Compsognathus eggs survived, but one of them was close to hatching, but hopefully it wouldn’t feast on either the unconscious form of Chloe or the corpse of Charles Donovan still strapped into one of the pilot’s seats with his head bent forward at an awkward angle.