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JACKEL ISLAND
Why would 21 closely bonded people on a small island turn against each other? That’s what happens when a pharmaceutical company sends employees to an uninhabited island near India to work on a biological research project. Life is like a paradise until all comes crashing down when the team discovers that they’ve been cut off from the outside world, and they begin to suspect that they’ve become bio-chemical human test subjects. Uncertain whom to trust, they suspect their pharmaceutical company, or possibly the military, and even the government, until they finally turn on one another, then on themselves.

Jamie’s Diary

May 1, 2012

I’M LEAVING HOME

Where do I begin?  I’m Jamie.  I’m 22 years old.  I train horses for a living.  All my life I’ve lived in Maine, but in exactly two weeks from today, Jao Institute (they’re a multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical company that hired me) is sending me by ship to a small island somewhere between India and Indonesia.  They don’t tell us exactly where for security reasons, and this is very frustrating.

Jao hired about 20 people to conduct biological research on this island.  My job will be to train the horses that are indigenous to the island (so they don’t have to fund roads and ship jeeps).  There’s only a five-man research team there.  They’re the only ones involved in the biological testing.  The rest of us are doing other things — there’s a doctor and two nurses, an administration staff of three people, a computer expert who’s supposedly this super techno genius, two cooks, and two maintenance guys.  There’s even a three-man security team there… as if anything’s going to go wrong.

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May 2, 2012

I NEVER LEFT HOME BEFORE

I’m a bit nervous about leaving home.  I’ve never been outside the United States before, unless you count Canada.  It’s not like I’m leaving much behind, though.  My parents were killed in a boating accident when I was nine.  My uncle Calvin and Aunt Priscilla took me in on their farm, and I didn’t exactly “feel the love,” I should say.  He never beat me, but he shook and pushed me.  And she looked the other way.  Nope, I won’t be missing the two of them, but I will miss the horses.  And my dogs.  And Melinda and Jack from the stables.  Other than that, I don’t really have many friends.

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May 3, 2012

I TAME HORSES

I tame horses.  That’s what I do.  I grew up on my Uncle’s farm after my parents were killed in a boating accident when I was nine.  I have a feel for horses.  As a child, I started training dogs for neighbors and school friends, and was surprisingly adept at it.  I was the girl who could not only get their dogs to do tricks, but to behave and listen.  Training dogs led to training horses.  As a teen, articles were written in the local paper about my abilities.  I hope this doesn’t make me sound like I’m bragging.  After a while, the articles switched from the local news to a couple of articles in the national news.  I even had a television appearance once.  I believe that’s how Jao Institute found me.  I am wounded inside and thus can sense when other animals are, and I soothe them.

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May 4, 2012

10 DAYS

I board the ship towards India in 10 days.  Nervous.   Jack and Melinda wonder why they don’t just fly me to India, then get a ship there; it’d be a LOT shorter.  The answer I got from Jao was “security reasons.”  What’s the huge secret with this research project???

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May 5, 2012

CONTACT

I’m thinking on emailing someone who’s already on Jackel Island.  I got their contact info from the Bio Sheet on Employees that Jao Institute gave.  All of them (except for me) (I was the last one hired) are already working on the island, and have been there for a year and a half.  I will be the new-comer.  It’s a two-year biological research project, and I’m coming in on the last 6 months.  I’ll be back home for Christmas.  Woop-dee-doo. It may give some comfort to talk to one or two of them before I arrive on the island.  Otherwise, meeting 20 strangers at once on the day I arrive may feel too weird.  I’m told that any email I send will be under scrutiny for “security reasons.”  I honestly don’t know what the huge secret is.

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May 6, 2012

EARL

I started to send an email to Earl.  Earl is head of the Equestrian Department, which sounds bigger than it is.  Earl is a one-man operation.  They hired me to help him train the horses on the island. Earl’s a 52-year-old man from Colorado.  What do I say to him?  I want to know about the horses, what they’re like, and at what stage of training they’re at.  I want to know what the paddock is like, what life on the island is like.  But all I wrote was “I understand I’ll be working for you…” and I stared at the email for 20 minutes.  I never sent it.

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May 7, 2012

TOM

I decided not to send an email to Earl, who’s to be my boss once I reach the island (see yesterday’s entry).  I started to send an email to Tom, who heads the Administration Department.  He’s everyone’s boss, the “head guy”, our leader of sorts.  I started writing what a pleasure it will be working for him, yada yada yada, but that’s as far as I got.  I fear that this Tom guy is too above my head for me to write to.  So again, I stared at the screen and didn’t send the email.

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May 8, 2012

EVAN BRONTE

Melanie, my friend from the stables, sent me an article in NEWS AND SCIENCE magazine that Dr. Evan Bronte wrote.  Dr. Bronte is on the island, and he’s head of research for our project.  Fat chance that I email him!  He’s Mr. Big Shot who’s world known in the science world, with two Ph.D.’s  —  one in neurophysiology (did I spell that right?) and the other in biochemistry.  He’s written tons of books which sold millions and are in many languages.  When I was interviewing at Jao Institute, one of the staff members told me that it’s rumored that Dr. Bronte had bodyguards on the island, illegally, but Jao couldn’t do anything about it because Dr. Bronte could easily just up and leave.  It was all hush-hush.  Now, why would this man need bodyguards???

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May 9, 2012

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I’m Leaving Home

May 1, 2012

Where do I begin?  I’m Jamie.  I’m 22 years old.  I train horses for a living.  All my life I’ve lived in Maine, but in exactly two weeks from today, Jao Institute (they’re a multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical company that hired me) is sending me by ship to a small island somewhere between India and Indonesia.  They don’t tell us exactly where for security reasons, and this is very frustrating.

Jao hired about 20 people to conduct biological research on this island.  My job will be to train the horses that are indigenous to the island (so they don’t have to fund roads and ship jeeps).  There’s only a five-man research team there.  They’re the only ones involved in the biological testing.  The rest of us are doing other things — there’s a doctor and two nurses, an administration staff of three people, a computer expert who’s supposedly this super techno genius, two cooks, and two maintenance guys.  There’s even a three-man security team there… as if anything’s going to go wrong.

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