Jurassic Park

  She got to her feet, looking at the scrapes and bruises, the blood running down her leg. All she could think was: three animals here. And two on the roof. That meant one was still missing, somewhere.

  “Come on, help me,” Muldoon said. “Let’s keep ’em interested!”

  Grant left the visitor center and moved quickly forward, into the mist. He found the path among the palm trees and followed it north. Up ahead, the rectangular maintenance shed emerged from the fog.

  There was no door that he could see at all. He walked on, around the corner. At the back, screened by planting, Grant saw a concrete loading dock for trucks. He scrambled up to face a vertical rolling door of corrugated steel; it was locked. He jumped down again and continued around the building. Farther ahead, to his right, Grant saw an ordinary door. It was propped open with a man’s shoe.

  Grant stepped inside and squinted in the darkness. He listened, heard nothing. He picked up his radio and turned it on.

  “This is Grant,” he said. “I’m inside.”

  Wu looked up at the skylight. The two raptors still peered down into Malcolm’s room, but they seemed distracted by the noises outside. He went to the lodge window. Outside, the three velociraptors continued to charge the fence. Ellie was running back and forth, safely behind the bars. But the raptors no longer seemed to be seriously trying to get her. Now they almost seemed to be playing, circling back from the fence, rearing up and snarling, then dropping down low, to circle again and finally charge. Their behavior had taken on the distinct quality of display, rather than serious attack.

  “Like birds,” Muldoon said. “Putting on a show.”

  Wu nodded. “They’re intelligent. They see they can’t get her.

  They’re not really trying.”

  The radio crackled. “—side.”

  Wu gripped the radio. “Say again, Dr. Grant?”

  “I’m inside,” Grant said.

  “Dr. Grant, you’re in the maintenance building?”

  “Yes,” Grant said. And he added, “Maybe you should call me Alan.”

  “All right, Alan. If you’re standing just inside the east door, you see a lot of pipes and tubing.” Wu closed his eyes, visualizing it. “Straight ahead is a big recessed well in the center of the building that goes two stories underground. To your left is a metal walkway with railings.”

  “I see it.”

  “Go along the walkway.”

  “I’m going.” Faintly, the radio carried the clang of his footsteps on metal.

  “After you go twenty or thirty feet, you will see another walkway going right.”

  “I see it,” Grant said.

  “Follow that walkway.”

  “Okay.”

  “As you continue,” Wu said, “you will come to a ladder on your left. Going down into the pit.”

  “I see it.”

  “Go down the ladder.”

  There was a long pause. Wu ran his fingers through his damp hair. Muldoon frowned tensely.

  “Okay, I’m down the ladder,” Grant said.

  “Good,” Wu said. “Now, straight ahead of you should be two large yellow tanks that are marked ‘Flammable.’ ”

  “They say ‘In-flammable.’ And then something underneath. In Spanish.”

  “Those are the ones,” Wu said. “Those are the two fuel tanks for the generator. One of them has been run dry, and so we have to switch over to the other. If you look at the bottom of the tanks, you’ll see a white pipe coming out.”

  “Four-inch PVC?”

  “Yes. PVC. Follow that pipe as it goes back.”

  “Okay. I’m following it.… Ow!”

  “What happened?”

  “Nothing. I hit my head.”

  There was a pause.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, fine. Just … hurt my head. Stupid.”

  “Keep following the pipe.”

  “Okay, okay,” Grant said. He sounded irritable. “Okay. The pipe goes to a big aluminum box with air vents in the sides. Says ‘Honda.’ It looks like the generator.”

  “Yes,” Wu said. “That’s the generator. If you walk around to the side, you’ll see a panel with two buttons.”

  “I see them. Yellow and red?”

  “That’s right,” Wu said. “Press the yellow one first, and while you hold it down, press the red one.”

  “Right.”

  There was another pause. It lasted almost a minute. Wu and Muldoon looked at each other.

  “Alan?”

  “It didn’t work,” Grant said.

  “Did you hold down the yellow first and then press the red?” Wu asked.

  “Yes, I did,” Grant said. He sounded annoyed. “I did exactly what you told me to do. There was a hum, and then a click, click, click, very fast, and then the hum stopped, and nothing after that.”

  “Try it again.”

  “I already did,” Grant said. “It didn’t work.”

  “Okay, just a minute.” Wu frowned. “It sounds like the generator is trying to fire up but it can’t for some reason. Alan?”

  “I’m here.”

  “Go around to the back of the generator, to where the plastic pipe runs in.”

  “Okay.” A pause; then Grant said, “The pipe goes into a round black cylinder that looks like a fuel pump.”

  “That’s right,” Wu said. “That’s exactly what it is. It’s the fuel pump. Look for a little valve at the top.”

  “A valve?”

  “It should be sticking up at the top, with a little metal tab that you can turn.”

  “I found it. But it’s on the side, not the top.”

  “Okay. Twist it open.”

  “Air is coming out.”

  “Good. Wait until—”

  “—now liquid is coming out. It smells like gas.”

  “Okay. Close the valve.” Wu turned to Muldoon, shaking his head. “Pump lost its prime. Alan?”

  “Yes.”

  “Try the buttons again.”

  A moment later, Wu heard the faint coughing and sputtering as the generator turned over, and then the steady chugging sound as it caught. “It’s on,” Grant said.

  “Good work, Alan! Good work!”

  “Now what?” Grant said. He sounded flat, dull. “The lights haven’t even come on in here.”

  “Go back to the control room, and I’ll talk you through restoring the systems manually.”

  “That’s what I have to do now?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay,” Grant said. “I’ll call you when I get there.”

  There was a final hiss, and silence.

  “Alan?”

  The radio was dead.

  Tim went through the swinging doors at the back of the dining room and entered the kitchen. A big stainless-steel table in the center of the room, a big stove with lots of burners to the left, and, beyond that, big walk-in refrigerators. Tim started opening the refrigerators, looking for ice cream. Smoke came out in the humid air as he opened each one.

  “How come the stove is on?” Lex said, releasing his hand.

  “It’s not on.”

  “They all have little blue flames.”

  “Those’re pilot lights.”

  “What’re pilot lights?” They had an electric stove at home.

  “Never mind,” Tim said, opening another refrigerator. “But it means I can cook you something.” In this next refrigerator, he found all kinds of stuff, cartons of milk, and piles of vegetables, and a stack of T-bone steaks, fish—but no ice cream.

  “You still want ice cream?”

  “I told you, didn’t I?”

  The next refrigerator was huge. A stainless-steel door, with a wide horizontal handle. He tugged on the handle, pulled it open, and saw a walk-in freezer. It was a whole room, and it was freezing cold.

  “Timmy …”

  “Will you wait a minute?” he said, annoyed. “I’m trying to find your ice cream.”

  “Timmy … something’s here.?
??

  She was whispering, and for a moment the last two words didn’t register. Then Tim hurried back out of the freezer, seeing the edge of the door wreathed in glowing green smoke. Lex stood by the steel worktable. She was looking back to the kitchen door.

  He heard a low hissing sound, like a very large snake. The sound rose and fell softly. It was hardly audible. It might even be the wind, but he somehow knew it wasn’t.

  “Timmy,” she whispered, “I’m scared.…”

  He crept forward to the kitchen door and looked out.

  In the darkened dining room, he saw the orderly green rectangular pattern of the tabletops. And moving smoothly among them, silent as a ghost except for the hissing of its breath, was a velociraptor.

  In the darkness of the maintenance room, Grant felt along the pipes, moving back toward the ladder. It was difficult to make his way in the dark, and somehow he found the noise of the generator disorienting. He came to the ladder, and had started back up when he realized there was something else in the room besides generator noise.

  Grant paused, listening.

  It was a man shouting.

  It sounded like Gennaro.

  “Where are you?” Grant shouted.

  “Over here,” Gennaro said. “In the truck.”

  Grant couldn’t see any truck. He squinted in the darkness. He looked out of the corner of his eye. He saw green glowing shapes, moving in the darkness. Then he saw the truck, and he turned toward it.

  Tim found the silence chilling.

  The velociraptor was six feet tall, and powerfully built, although its strong legs and tail were hidden by the tables. Tim could see only the muscular upper torso, the two forearms held tightly alongside the body, the claws dangling. He could see the iridescent speckled pattern on the back. The velociraptor was alert; as it came forward, it looked from side to side, moving its head with abrupt, bird-like jerks. The head also bobbed up and down as it walked, and the long straight tail dipped, which heightened the impression of a bird.

  A gigantic, silent bird of prey.

  The dining room was dark, but apparently the raptor could see well enough to move steadily forward. From time to time, it would bend over, lowering its head below the tables. Tim heard a rapid sniffing sound. Then the head would snap up, alertly, jerking back and forth like a bird’s.

  Tim watched until he was sure the velociraptor was coming toward the kitchen. Was it following their scent? All the books said dinosaurs had a poor sense of smell, but this one seemed to do just fine. Anyway, what did books know? Here was the real thing.

  Coming toward him.

  He ducked back into the kitchen.

  “Is something out there?” Lex said.

  Tim didn’t answer. He pushed her under a table in the corner, behind a large waste bin. He leaned close to her and whispered fiercely: “Stay here!” And then he ran for the refrigerator.

  He grabbed a handful of cold steaks and hurried back to the door. He quietly placed the first of the steaks on the floor, then moved back a few steps, and put down the second.…

  Through his goggles, he saw Lex peeping around the bin. He waved her back. He placed the third steak, and the fourth, moving deeper into the kitchen.

  The hissing was louder, and then the clawed hand gripped the door, and the big head peered cautiously around.

  The velociraptor paused at the entrance to the kitchen.

  Tim stood in a half-crouch at the back of the room, near the far leg of the steel worktable. But he had not had time to conceal himself; his head and shoulders still protruded over the tabletop. He was in clear view of the velociraptor.

  Slowly, Tim lowered his body, sinking beneath the table.… The velociraptor jerked its head around, looking directly at Tim.

  Tim froze. He was still exposed, but he thought, Don’t move.

  The velociraptor stood motionless in the doorway.

  Sniffing.

  It’s darker here, Tim thought. He can’t see so well. It’s making him cautious.

  But now he could smell the musty odor of the big reptile, and through his goggles he saw the dinosaur silently yawn, throwing back its long snout, exposing rows of razor-sharp teeth. The velociraptor stared forward again, jerking its head from side to side. The big eyes swiveled in the bony sockets.

  Tim felt his heart pounding. Somehow it was worse to be confronted by an animal like this in a kitchen, instead of the open forest. The size, the quick movements, the pungent odor, the hissing breath …

  Up close, it was a much more frightening animal than the tyrannosaur. The tyrannosaur was huge and powerful, but it wasn’t especially smart. The velociraptor was man-size, and it was clearly quick and intelligent; Tim feared the searching eyes almost as much as the sharp teeth.

  The velociraptor sniffed. It stepped forward—moving directly toward Lex! It must smell her, somehow! Tim’s heart thumped.

  The velociraptor stopped. It bent over slowly.

  He’s found the steak.

  Tim wanted to bend down, to look below the table, but he didn’t dare move. He stood frozen in a half-crouch, listening to the crunching sound. The dinosaur was eating it. Bones and all.

  The raptor raised its slender head, and looked around. It sniffed. It saw the second steak. It moved quickly forward. It bent down.

  Silence.

  The raptor didn’t eat it.

  The head came back up. Tim’s legs burned from the crouch, but he didn’t move.

  Why hadn’t the animal eaten the second steak? A dozen ideas flashed through his mind—it didn’t like the taste of beef, it didn’t like the coldness, it didn’t like the fact that the meat wasn’t alive, it smelled a trap, it smelled Lex, it smelled Tim, it saw Tim—

  The velociraptor moved very quickly now. It found the third steak, dipped its head, looked up again, and moved on.

  Tim held his breath. The dinosaur was now just a few feet from him. Tim could see the small twitches in the muscles of the flanks. He could see the crusted blood on the claws of the hand. He could see the fine pattern of striations within the spotted pattern, and the folds of skin in the neck below the jaw.

  The velociraptor sniffed. It jerked its head, and looked right at Tim. Tim nearly gasped with fright. Tim’s body was rigid, tense. He watched as the reptile eye moved, scanning the room. Another sniff.

  He’s got me, Tim thought.

  Then the head jerked back to look forward, and the animal went on, toward the fifth steak. Tim thought, Lex please don’t move please don’t move whatever you do please don’t …

  The velociraptor sniffed the steak, and moved on. It was now at the open door to the freezer. Tim could see the smoke billowing out, curling along the floor toward the animal’s feet. One big clawed foot lifted, then came down again, silently. The dinosaur hesitated. Too cold, Tim thought. He won’t go in there, it’s too cold, he won’t go in he won’t go in he won’t go in.…

  The dinosaur went in.

  The head disappeared, then the body, then the stiff tail.

  Tim sprinted, flinging his weight against the stainless-steel door of the locker, slamming it shut. It slammed on the tip of the tail! The door wouldn’t shut! The velociraptor roared, a terrifying loud sound. Inadvertently, Tim took a step back—the tail was gone! He slammed the door shut and heard it click! Closed!

  “Lex! Lex!” he was screaming. He heard the raptor pounding against the door, felt it thumping the steel. He knew there was a flat steel knob inside, and if the raptor hit that, it would knock the door open. They had to get the door locked. “Lex!”

  Lex was by his side. “What do you want!”

  Tim leaned against the horizontal door handle, holding it shut. “There’s a pin! A little pin! Get the pin!”

  The velociraptor roared like a lion, the sound muffled by the thick steel. It crashed its whole body against the door.

  “I can’t see anything!” Lex shouted.

  The pin was dangling beneath the door handle, swinging on a little meta
l chain. “It’s right there!”

  “I can’t see it!” she screamed, and then Tim realized she wasn’t wearing the goggles.

  “Feel for it!”

  He saw her little hand reaching up, touching his, groping for the pin, and with her so close to him he could feel how frightened she was, her breath in little panicky gasps as she felt for the pin, and the velociraptor slammed against the door and it opened—God, it opened—but the animal hadn’t expected that and had already turned back for another try and Tim slammed the door shut again. Lex scrambled back, reached up in the darkness.

  “I have it!” Lex cried, clutching the pin in her hand, and she pushed it through the hole. It slid out again.

  “From the top, put it in from the top!”

  She held it again, lifting it on the chain, swinging it over the handle, and down. Into the hole.

  Locked.

  The velociraptor roared. Tim and Lex stepped back from the door as the dinosaur slammed into it again. With each impact, the heavy steel wall hinges creaked, but they held. Tim didn’t think the animal could possibly open the door.

  The raptor was locked in.

  He gave a long sigh. “Let’s go,” he said.

  He took her hand, and they ran.

  “You should have seen them,” Gennaro said, as Grant led him back out of the maintenance building. “There must have been two dozen of them. Compys. I had to crawl into the truck to get away from them. They were all over the windshield. Just squatting there, waiting like buzzards. But they ran away when you came over.”

  “Scavengers,” Grant said. “They won’t attack anything that’s moving or looks strong. They attack things that are dead, or almost dead. Anyway, unmoving.”

  They were going up the ladder now, back toward the entrance door. “What happened to the raptor that attacked you?” Grant said.

  “I don’t know,” Gennaro said.

  “Did it leave?”

  “I didn’t see. I got away, I think because it was injured. I think Muldoon shot it in the leg and it was bleeding while it was in here. Then … I don’t know. Maybe it went back outside. Maybe it died in here. I didn’t see.”

  “And maybe it’s still in here,” Grant said.

  Wu stared out the lodge window at the raptors beyond the fence. They still seemed playful, making mock attacks at Ellie. The behavior had continued for a long time now, and it occurred to him that it might be too long. It almost seemed as if they were trying to keep Ellie’s attention, in the same way that she was trying to keep theirs.