Cleaning up InGen's mess (again) with paleobotanist

[allbedestroyed]

Being comfortable in Costa Rica is difficult these days. It's not the country's fault, of course, and given that he'll soon be heading into its wilderness it's bound to improve. Even being on the edge of a smaller town is a bit too close to civilisation in a place where it's clear the government isn't too fond of anyone aligned with InGen. But what was he to do? Leave it to someone else to make sure death and destruction was kept to the islands?

After the incident he'd expected that his work here was done, and that he'd never need to see a stern faced Costa Rican official again. But when has life ever been that simple? The park might not be going ahead, but that didn't mean it hadn't stopped causing trouble. And with Muldoon having returned to his position at Hammond's park in Kenya, he wasn't exactly difficult to find. In fact he swore they'd timed it on purpose to stop him heading off on hunting expeditions where he couldn't be found. Who better for them to hire to make sure there weren't any nasty surprises in Costa Rica than a man who'd handled their worst and had proven he'd keep his mouth shut about it? He should have said no. He told himself he'd agreed because he'd felt a sense of responsibility for those animals and everyone they'd affected. That was certainly true. But it wasn't the only reason, either.

Nevertheless, right now he's glad of having a table with a bit of shade so he can go over the map. He's aware that his role is, hopefully, a simple escort and guide job, but it's been a while since he travelled around here and InGen is pretty eager not to involve the locals. So studying the map it is. Besides, it gives him plenty to do while he waits for the representative to sort out where his partner is.

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[paleobotanist]

She swore she'd never go back, she would never again set foot on anything owned by InGen or Hammond or anyone involved with their hubris. But they had to go and make it about her work. Filincophyta had been spotted and it had taken people entirely too long to identify the plants as nonnative. If one species was there there were bound to be more, and there had been. Others were identified and it meant an expert had to be called in and this close to an InGen incident site there was only one person under their thumb enough to call.

But be damned if she was willing to go in alone, Ellie agreed with a few important caveats. She was going in well armed, well supplied, with a plan and with the best guide that money and experience could provide. If they couldn't get Muldoon to agree she was out. Imagine her surprise that Robert agreed, she was locked into this thing and no had to follow through.

Ellie arrived with minimal baggage, and prepped for travel. She immediately began looking for her contact and spotted him looking cool as anything studiously going over a map. "Knew I could count on you." She said under her breath and with a smile. Ellie made her way over and dropped her hat right on his map.

"Doctor Livingston, I presume." She smirked at him, hand on her hip just happy as hell to see him.

[allbedestroyed]

Muldoon's head snaps up at the hat's sudden appearance, but the moment he sees that familiar face a smile unfurls his normally taut mouth. "Ellie."

He stands to clasp her hand and pull her into a brief half-hug. Part of him wished she wasn't here, dragged into yet another potentially deadly InGen sponsored tour. Except it turns out that his relief at having a competent and capable companion far outweighs that dread he feels on her behalf. A relief that is only compounded to see that she doesn't look worse off from the last time they parted ways.

"I thought you'd know better than to end up back here," he teases through his firm tone. A moment later he relaxes again, gesturing to the seat across from his and leaning in with each of the questions that come barrelling from him. "How are you? How have you been? How's Dr. Grant?"