Nathan Drake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
caliberill) wrote2012-02-28 04:11 pm
caliberill) wrote2012-02-28 04:11 pm
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infiltration;
[This is Nate, trying to remember what's happened so far.
He remember being betrayed by Flynn and Chloe, being locked up in a Turkish prison for three months (at least he got his own bucket!) and bailed out by Sully along with Chloe, surprisingly. They went to Borneo, trying to screw over Lazarevic and Flynn as Chloe played the double for them. He remembers Nepal and how he met Chloe there, how they had run into Elena and... Jeff. Then Lazarevic and Flynn --that asshole!-- again. Held at gunpoint, Nate could only watch as Chloe was taken from them, then Jeff was--
That thought stays unfinished, but he remembers going after Chloe on that damn train, leaving Elena behind because it was dangerous, and it wasn't her fight anyway, even if he'd gotten her dragged into it. He remembers being shot by Flynn, passing out in the snow. And then he remembers Flynn... saving him. He remembers finding out that somehow, there were now two Harry Flynns in his life: one that didn't screw him over and the other that did--the one that he thought he knew. Everything that happened afterwards?
It's come down to this. Somehow.
Night time, the guards are on patrol but they're too tired to notice the two on the cliff, checking out the area. A grip on those binoculars and Nathan lets out a sigh, pulls back to make a face at the other beside him. ]
You really want to do this?
[He keeps his voice low. Sure, maybe these was an item that needed to stay out of the hands of mercenaries, but those guards looked pretty well armed! That and Nate wasn't in the mood to lose his head in somewhere like northern Africa, no matter how nice Morocco was at this time of the year. They had people to come home to anyway, and he was pretty sure that either Sully or Elena would bring him back to kill him again if he ran short of luck in this place.]
They look pretty tough, Flynn.
He remember being betrayed by Flynn and Chloe, being locked up in a Turkish prison for three months (at least he got his own bucket!) and bailed out by Sully along with Chloe, surprisingly. They went to Borneo, trying to screw over Lazarevic and Flynn as Chloe played the double for them. He remembers Nepal and how he met Chloe there, how they had run into Elena and... Jeff. Then Lazarevic and Flynn --that asshole!-- again. Held at gunpoint, Nate could only watch as Chloe was taken from them, then Jeff was--
That thought stays unfinished, but he remembers going after Chloe on that damn train, leaving Elena behind because it was dangerous, and it wasn't her fight anyway, even if he'd gotten her dragged into it. He remembers being shot by Flynn, passing out in the snow. And then he remembers Flynn... saving him. He remembers finding out that somehow, there were now two Harry Flynns in his life: one that didn't screw him over and the other that did--the one that he thought he knew. Everything that happened afterwards?
It's come down to this. Somehow.
Night time, the guards are on patrol but they're too tired to notice the two on the cliff, checking out the area. A grip on those binoculars and Nathan lets out a sigh, pulls back to make a face at the other beside him. ]
You really want to do this?
[He keeps his voice low. Sure, maybe these was an item that needed to stay out of the hands of mercenaries, but those guards looked pretty well armed! That and Nate wasn't in the mood to lose his head in somewhere like northern Africa, no matter how nice Morocco was at this time of the year. They had people to come home to anyway, and he was pretty sure that either Sully or Elena would bring him back to kill him again if he ran short of luck in this place.]
They look pretty tough, Flynn.