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houses. You can remodel the buildings or tear them all down. It makes no difference to us.”
Nick had a director’s viewfinder hanging on a lanyard around his neck. He used it to peer out the window at the set below, and glimpsed what he thought was someone hunkered down among the fighting dinosaurs. He couldn’t be sure, and even if it was someone, it didn’t mean it was Kate or her father.
“I wish you’d tear the sets down,” said Larry Kealoha, the uniformed park ranger who sat across from them. “People love to party up here. Over the years, we’ve probably had to rescue a dozen drunken fools who’ve fallen into the raptor pit and broken their legs.”
“I would never use another director’s sets,” Nick said. “The vision of this film must be completely my own. I would be morally and artistically bankrupt to do otherwise. It would be like asking the women in my films to shave their underarm hair.”
“Is that a thing in Swedish films?” Kealoha asked.
“It is in mine,” Nick said.
The pilot landed the chopper in the center of a field with enormous cages on one end and bleachers on another.
“What was this?” Nick asked.
“The brontosaurus corral,” Mingus said. “In the movie, the dinosaurs were in those big cages, and their trainers rode them around this field like horses, doing tricks, while the audience watched from the bleachers.”
Nick hopped out, dashed a few yards away from the helicopter, then held the viewfinder up to his eye with one hand and scanned the statues. He could definitely see someone standing with his back against the leg of a T. rex. The man turned to look at Nick. It was Jake, covered in mud and holding a gun. Nick panned the viewfinder up over to the cabins and saw a Hawaiian peek out of a doorway holding an M16. Nick figured Kate was here somewhere, either taking cover herself or moving in for the kill.
Mingus and Kealoha came up beside Nick.
“What do you think of the location?” Mingus asked.
Nick dropped the viewfinder, letting it fall against his chest. “Very nice. Lots of possibilities here. Let’s take a closer look.”
He tramped purposefully toward the statues, followed by Mingus and Kealoha.
Kate didn’t know who the three men were, but they’d arrived in a government helicopter and she doubted Alika’s men would dare open fire in front of state officials. The blowback for Alika from the authorities would be too severe. Kate was willing to stake her life on that assumption.
She slung the shotgun over her shoulder by its strap, stepped out from behind the wall into the open, and strode casually toward her father. Jake saw her coming and peeked out from behind one of the T. rex legs to sneak a look at the caves. The gunmen were hiding in the dark recesses of the caves and cabins, wrestling with the decision of whether or not to shoot.
Kate reached her dad just as the three men from the chopper were crossing under the arch from the brontosaurus paddock. That’s when she realized that the blond one with the ridiculous soul patch was Nick.
Mingus and Kealoha were surprised to see the couple who’d walked out of the zoo to meet them. The old man was shirtless, covered in mud, and holding a gun at his side. The younger woman’s face was painted in streaks like some sort of jungle savage, and she had a shotgun slung over her shoulder.
“My God,” Mingus said to Kealoha. “Who are those people?”
“Crazy tourists,” Kealoha said. “Maybe a couple of survivalists. We get all kinds out here.”
“Sven!” Nick said. “Gita!”
Mingus looked at Nick in astonishment. “You
know
these people?”
“They are two of my actors. They have lived in the jungle for days, immersing themselves in the roles that they will play,” Nick said, loud enough for Jake and Kate to hear as they approached. “This is the commitment you must have to be in my movies.”
“You didn’t mention anything to me about having actors in the jungle,” Mingus
Nick had a director’s viewfinder hanging on a lanyard around his neck. He used it to peer out the window at the set below, and glimpsed what he thought was someone hunkered down among the fighting dinosaurs. He couldn’t be sure, and even if it was someone, it didn’t mean it was Kate or her father.
“I wish you’d tear the sets down,” said Larry Kealoha, the uniformed park ranger who sat across from them. “People love to party up here. Over the years, we’ve probably had to rescue a dozen drunken fools who’ve fallen into the raptor pit and broken their legs.”
“I would never use another director’s sets,” Nick said. “The vision of this film must be completely my own. I would be morally and artistically bankrupt to do otherwise. It would be like asking the women in my films to shave their underarm hair.”
“Is that a thing in Swedish films?” Kealoha asked.
“It is in mine,” Nick said.
The pilot landed the chopper in the center of a field with enormous cages on one end and bleachers on another.
“What was this?” Nick asked.
“The brontosaurus corral,” Mingus said. “In the movie, the dinosaurs were in those big cages, and their trainers rode them around this field like horses, doing tricks, while the audience watched from the bleachers.”
Nick hopped out, dashed a few yards away from the helicopter, then held the viewfinder up to his eye with one hand and scanned the statues. He could definitely see someone standing with his back against the leg of a T. rex. The man turned to look at Nick. It was Jake, covered in mud and holding a gun. Nick panned the viewfinder up over to the cabins and saw a Hawaiian peek out of a doorway holding an M16. Nick figured Kate was here somewhere, either taking cover herself or moving in for the kill.
Mingus and Kealoha came up beside Nick.
“What do you think of the location?” Mingus asked.
Nick dropped the viewfinder, letting it fall against his chest. “Very nice. Lots of possibilities here. Let’s take a closer look.”
He tramped purposefully toward the statues, followed by Mingus and Kealoha.
Kate didn’t know who the three men were, but they’d arrived in a government helicopter and she doubted Alika’s men would dare open fire in front of state officials. The blowback for Alika from the authorities would be too severe. Kate was willing to stake her life on that assumption.
She slung the shotgun over her shoulder by its strap, stepped out from behind the wall into the open, and strode casually toward her father. Jake saw her coming and peeked out from behind one of the T. rex legs to sneak a look at the caves. The gunmen were hiding in the dark recesses of the caves and cabins, wrestling with the decision of whether or not to shoot.
Kate reached her dad just as the three men from the chopper were crossing under the arch from the brontosaurus paddock. That’s when she realized that the blond one with the ridiculous soul patch was Nick.
Mingus and Kealoha were surprised to see the couple who’d walked out of the zoo to meet them. The old man was shirtless, covered in mud, and holding a gun at his side. The younger woman’s face was painted in streaks like some sort of jungle savage, and she had a shotgun slung over her shoulder.
“My God,” Mingus said to Kealoha. “Who are those people?”
“Crazy tourists,” Kealoha said. “Maybe a couple of survivalists. We get all kinds out here.”
“Sven!” Nick said. “Gita!”
Mingus looked at Nick in astonishment. “You
know
these people?”
“They are two of my actors. They have lived in the jungle for days, immersing themselves in the roles that they will play,” Nick said, loud enough for Jake and Kate to hear as they approached. “This is the commitment you must have to be in my movies.”
“You didn’t mention anything to me about having actors in the jungle,” Mingus
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