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Mad Science & You: Week 14 (Tuesday, Period 3)
This week, there wasn't a gothic castle in sight. Instead, the Danger Shop had been set up as a muggy tropical island. The students stood in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by jungle brush on all sides. A dirt path led out of the clearing down through the trees.
And a big pile of weapons lay stacked in front of the class.
Prof Tomoe stood near it, still managing to keep his face cloaked in shadows despite the bright Caribbean sun. "This is our last regular class of the semester, and I thought it would be good to give you some exercise after spending so much of this term cooped up in labs. So today, you're going for a hike."
He waved a hand at the area around them. "We're currently on Isla Nublar, a small private island near Costa Rica. It's owned by InGen, a genetics company run by John Hammond and staffed with the best bio-engineers money can buy. InGen's specialty is in looking at unusual genetics work, especially with recreating animals that have disappeared from our current environment. There was an ... incident with an investors' tour a few months ago, but it's nothing you need to concern yourselves with."
He pointed towards the path. "We're currently two and a half miles from the coast. There is a yacht docked at the end of this path, with delicious celebration cake or something waiting on it for all of you. So have a nice walk, pair up if you like, enjoy the local fauna."
An evil grin spread across his face.
"Try not to die," he said, before breaking out in a long maniacal laugh
And a big pile of weapons lay stacked in front of the class.
Prof Tomoe stood near it, still managing to keep his face cloaked in shadows despite the bright Caribbean sun. "This is our last regular class of the semester, and I thought it would be good to give you some exercise after spending so much of this term cooped up in labs. So today, you're going for a hike."
He waved a hand at the area around them. "We're currently on Isla Nublar, a small private island near Costa Rica. It's owned by InGen, a genetics company run by John Hammond and staffed with the best bio-engineers money can buy. InGen's specialty is in looking at unusual genetics work, especially with recreating animals that have disappeared from our current environment. There was an ... incident with an investors' tour a few months ago, but it's nothing you need to concern yourselves with."
He pointed towards the path. "We're currently two and a half miles from the coast. There is a yacht docked at the end of this path, with delicious celebration cake or something waiting on it for all of you. So have a nice walk, pair up if you like, enjoy the local fauna."
An evil grin spread across his face.
"Try not to die," he said, before breaking out in a long maniacal laugh