Chapter 2: (Page 5)
		An hour of waiting and Cody’s helicopter finally could land. By then, trucks had pulled up along the beach wrought with what looked like a militia: an assortment of men with guns. “My name is Cody Livingston,” he announced to the man in charge as he got out of the helicopter.      “My group and I are here from the Coast Guard. We were called out to check on the situation.”      The man stood for a moment showing in his face that he didn’t understand.      Cody then realized he had spoken to the man in Spanish and not English.      “My apologies, Senor. My name is Cody. I’m here from the Coast Guard. We were called out earlier and were told your ship had engine problems. We believe that the storm may have caused the crash.”      “Yes. Perhaps,” the man answered almost muttering to himself.      “I’m sorry, and you are?”      “Muldoon. James Muldoon. I’m here from the company that owns the cargo and we are suppose to pick it up but it–“      ”Well, Senor, I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that for another twenty-four hours due to regulations. We need to clean and catagorize and do all the paperwork as well. Did any of the crew survive?”      Muldoon stood there silently and shook his head. His eyes never once met Cody’s. James Muldoon was constantly looking around and past him.      “I understand,” Muldoon started, “but there was live cargo on board. It needs to be taken out of here soon.”      The wind began to pick up in the already dreary sky. The trees began to rustle and the rain, caught in the wind, began to fall harder. Cody noticed the face on James grow to a horrified, pale white.      “Senor, are you ok?”      “Hmm? Oh, yes. I’ll be fine. I want everyone off this beach though. Some of the live animals were dangerous. Until we have them all accounted for, I’d like to keep everyone out of harms way. I suggest you take your crew out of here: I can control the situation. We have legal advisors and some local government here. We can take it from here.”      “I understand, Senor. What sort of animals were on board?”      Muldoon hesitated, then looked at Cody in the eyes for the first time.      “Lions,” he stated, taking a breath, “and tigers. And bears.”      Cody nodded and called out to his men. It was apparent to Cody that they weren’t going to be of any assistance.      The helicopter took off from the boat and began to ascent into the air. Cody watched as the men below began to scamper around as if they had found something or vis versa. Either way, they were acting suspicious: especially Muldoon. Something was out of place. He looked down at the business card Muldoon had given him. In big letters it read:                                                                             BioSyn                                                                Your Past and Future: Now
	Richard stood at the head of the table lined with chairs of advisors and their staff. He had called for a last minute meeting of the investors to deal with the new demands of the UN.      “I have called you here tonight to inform you of a new plan of the UN,” Richard began.      “The island chain will now be under a scrutinizing investigation by a special task force designated by the UN.”      There was a collective gasp as the investors shifted in their seats.      “We all planned for such a contingency, and plan B has now been put into effect. We must pay for our share of the expedition, and lie low. One problem persists: even with selling a substantial amount of our stock, InGen would not be able to cover the cost. I have therefore taken the liberty to create a list of what each one of us will have to sell,” Richard explained, passing out a stack of paper, “and how much of our personal wealth we will each have to give.”      “Wait, Richard, let me get this straight,” a man at the table broke in, leaning into the middle of the table to look Richard in the eyes.
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