"Hold on to your butts."
When Zach Mitchell stepped onto the island of Ilsa Nubar he expected to see dinosaurs, margaritas, and hot girls but what he didn't expect was to be chased by a biologically unnatural dinosaur with rage issues. Dana Grady...
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The familiarly pleasant scent of island morning dew invaded her senses. Inhaling the warm air, she snuggled closer to the pillow. The soft pitter-patter of the tiny droplets hitting the window was enough to lull her back into a peaceful sleep. However, the increasing volume of her alarm clock prevented that, "no." She muttered tiredly as she glared at the infuriating clock.
For the first time that morning, she checked her phone, thirteen messages loomed up at her from the bright pocket screen, her mess of tangled chocolate colored hair emerged from under the covers. "Darn," she muttered again, closing her eyes again to block the harsh island sun.
She rolled over and buried her face into her pillow, her father watched in amusement at her reluctance to wake with the sun from his place at the door. She growled at him and flopped over again, now facing the opposite wall. "No." Her middle finger pointed itself at him.
"Dana." He practically sang, "kid, wake up." The teenager only burrowed herself farther into her blankets, he rolled his eyes, the blue that was so different from her own, "If you get up now, I'll make you coffee." This peaked her interests, she poked her head up to look at him, blue meeting blue, "Coffee?"
He nodded, a small smile curving his lips, "Coffee, black, sixteen packs of sugar. And if you're ready to go in twenty minutes, I'll throw in an apple."
"Papa, let me sleep." She whined, still refusing to open her eyes. He threw himself into her bed, she propped herself up on her elbows, glaring at him tiredly, "why do you hate me, father?"
His eyes rolled at her antics, he shook his head with a laugh, "Get up." She threw one of her pillows at his retreating form, "I'm up, I'm up."
Dana threw the covers off and swung her legs over the edge of her bed. With a grunt, she walked to the open closet. She pulled a pair of jean shorts up her now bare legs, yanked a semi-clean black tank over her head, after came her infamous black Aviator sunglasses. She threw a black bikini in her knapsack before hopping on either foot to slid on some socks, followed by worn green converse. A Yankee's ball cap was securely placed onto her naturally wavy hair.
Owen called through the wall, "Dan! Let's go!" Dana put some tinted balm on her lips, "Coming!" She yelled back, Dana knew how important this day was to her father; today was the day that InGen was coming to inspect his progress with the raptors.
Owen watched the clock as he stirred his coffee around, pondering over random things. He sighed, thinking of his daughter and the upcoming inspection. Even a blind man could see that working with dinosaurs was NOT Owen Grady's first career choice, but with full custody of a two year old, he couldn't go back to the Navy. He now had a daughter that needed his attention, and he needed more income to feed two mouths. He figured that the money was good and it provided a fresh start for both.
