caliberill: (× can you please dim that light)
Nathan Drake ([personal profile] caliberill) wrote2012-02-28 04:11 pm

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.
tipstheodds: (—isn't that cute)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-02-29 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Just when you need to even the odds again, I imagine. [ grin. this is starting to feel like one big throwback to istanbul. at least time there's no lazaveric to breathe down his neck.

he's more than thankful when nate's rope holds under the weight of two fully grown men, and even more thankful when he's got ground under his feet again. he nods to the question, unbuckling his own harness. ]
And hope to God that isn't a sign of things to come.

[ he moves toward the wall quickly and quietly, pressing against it and watching the guards patrolling up above, ticking time off in his head and grinning when they disappear out of sight. he unzips the bag on his back, pulling out a grappling hook and harness, backing up to get distance to wind up and swing it. his aim stays true and the hook snags the top of the wall - a couple of tugs on the rope says it's secured in place, and he sweeps into a courteous bow. ]

After you, darling.
tipstheodds: (—very clever)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-02-29 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
I was waiting for you to get your arse over the wall, actually. [ he grins but grabs onto the rope anyway, pulling himself up after nate. he pauses just long enough to pull the hook from the wall before dropping behind the assortment of vehicles the mercenaries have parked, slipping it back into his bag and zipping it up. he peeks around the cars, letting out a low whistle when he sees the men patrolling the camp. ]

Well, this sure is exciting. [ he turns back to nate, slipping the handgun from the holster on his leg, voice a low whisper when he addresses him. ] Remember, stay hidden until the guards go running. Don't want you getting into anymore trouble than you usually do, eh?

[ a thoughtful pause, and then? there's a mischievous grin that doesn't account for anything good. ] See you soon, love.

[ he leans over, pressing a light kiss to nate's cheek before he dashes off to get to work. trolling nathan drake is his favorite pasttime, he can't help it. ]
tipstheodds: (—have a little faith)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-02-29 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ he is totally not grinning like a cocky bitch to himself as he leaves nate with that. totally not, why would anybody ever get that idea from.

either way he's slipping around the edges of the compound, avoiding patrols and lights, quick and quiet as he gets to where he needs to be. he slips inside a guard post, taking out the man on duty before he can turn around to see who had entered, smirking to himself as he looks around the small room of screens and microphones. knocking this place out seems to be a good way to knock out communication through the compound - perfect.

he reaches into his bag again, tugging out a few c4 charges this time. he sets them up carefully, keeping an eye out for anyone coming, and once they're armed and ready he slips out of the post and into a shadowy corner a safe distance away. the remote detonator is the next to come out, and his eyes stay on the post as he flips the cap up with his thumb and presses the button.

the fireworks go off beautifully and the compound springs into life, frenzied guards running everywhere, shouting at each other in their native language, trying to coordinate. it's pretty safe to say that's nate's cue. ]
tipstheodds: (—ever spent time in a turkish prison?)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-02-29 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ he manages to sneak around the commotion without drawing unwanted attention, keeping along the walls and shadow, chuckling to himself as he makes his way to their . gold bars, expensive items and cash - he can't grab much but he gets what he can, some stacks of large bills and more than a few fancy trinkets to sell off on the market are stuffed into his bag and pockets, and then he's headed back to the vehicle lot with a soft 'aces'.

he's been waiting a few minutes by the time nate arrives, and he's not at all surprised when the other comes back with more than his fair share of bruises and injuries. he just sighs and shakes his head, pausing briefly to take stock of what they're going to have to patch up when they get back to the hotel and comment. ]
Your luck really is something, I've got to say.

[ still, he's quick to get the grappling hook set up again and once more ushers nate over first, mostly because he doesn't want to risk the man's bad luck striking again and causing the guards to catch him climbing after harry. he can hear voices nearing, hissing softly under his breath as they get closer, causing him to climb quickly after nate's over and grab the grappling hook as he jumps down to the other side. ]

Apparently that didn't throw them off as much as I'd hoped. C'mon, let's get out of here before they've got the dogs on us.
tipstheodds: (—buy me a drink sailor?)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-02-29 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
And yet it always manages to amaze me. [ and probably will never stop. seriously, it's kind of astounding how awful nate's luck is sometimes and how it always turns around when needed most. it's baffling.

he makes his way to the car with nate, quick to climb into the driver's seat. he throws his bag and their gear in the back as nate gets into the passenger seat with their target, and off they go. one car chase and crazy gunfight later and they've managed to make it back to their hotel room in one piece, harry swinging the door open with a content sigh. ]


Well, that certainly could've gone worse. All in all not too shabby. Although we do need to do something about the state you're in. [ so he tosses his bag on the bed and heads into the bathroom to rummage around for stuff to take care of nate's injuries with. calling out as he does: ] Take a look at what I grabbed! I think I did pretty well for the limited inventory space.
tipstheodds: (—think it over)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-02-29 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he laughs at the comment, shaking his head as he continues rummaging through the cabinets, pulling out supplies. cloth, bandages and bandaids, rubbing alcohol. he'll have to get ice later. ] Have you noticed no matter how much we earned, we're always up to our eyeballs in debt?

[ 'we'. that's still a strange thing to think about too. harry's used to working on his own, but more and more these days he's been working with nate - and at times, sully too. he and the old man are still rather uneasy with each other but at least they've managed to learn professional courtesy about it when it's needed. he shakes his head and puts it out of his mind for the moment, gathering up the supplies and heading out of the bathroom.

- to see nate prodding one of his bruises. he's really, really not surprised.

he just sighs, puts the supplies on the bed and grabs nate's wrist to keep him from doing it again. ]
That's not gonna help it any, mate. How much does it hurt? Any trouble breathing?

[ he's just hoping this isn't a sign of a cracked rib or worse on nate's part, because that's not something he can do much about. ]
tipstheodds: (—ever spent time in a turkish prison?)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh, harry's got many of his own debts, if of the less savory sort. making ends meet after bribes given, paying back loans borrowed from those of the lower circles of the underworld, things like that. it's why he doesn't talk about it much - nate always pulls those disapproving looks and goes on rants over it.

he gives nate a look, almost tempted to poke the bruise himself for the lack of concern, but he lets it drop with a shake of his head. besides, he is pretty curious as to what the mission was all about, and the other wounds are mostly superficial from what he's seeing, they'll keep for a few minutes longer. so he moves to open nate's bag, hauling the statue out. ]
This thing is bloody heavy! It's a wonder you got over the wall with it.

[ he turns it over, fingers tracing intricate details as he looks it over, the carvings and faces. it looks almost ancient from the designs and he can't help the low whistle, impressed. it'll probably fetch a hefty price. he has to note one thing, though: ]

Those faces are creepy. [ all wide eyes and stretched mouths and sharp teeth... eugh. ]
tipstheodds: (—lure them in)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ he rolls his eyes at the tease, his attention going to his own bag and sorting out the things he stole, storing them safely as nate looks the statue over himself. he looks up when nate speaks again, blinking at him and the finger he's hiding behind his palm to give the illusion of it being gone.

this is so ridiculous despite the laughter harry's biting back. completely childish. still, he's got a grin he can't contain though and his voice is suitably dramatic when he plays along. ]
Oh no! Now it has the blood it needs to revive itself!

[ he might not be the most history savvy, but he knows how crazy some of those old myths could be. sounds appropriate, right? ]
tipstheodds: (—tell me you didn't miss this)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ he just watches all of this, muffling his laughter behind a hand, shoulders shaking with it as nate valiantly 'vanquishes' the evil statue. he shakes his head when nate lies back, lifting the cover from the statues cautiously to peer at it, quiet for a few seconds to add to the drama. finally he straightens up with a solemn nod, managing to keep a straight face somehow. ]

And not a moment too soon. You saved the world, Nate. You saved us all. [ he cracks then, laughing as he picks the statue up and places it back in nate's bag, sliding their bags and gear under the bed to free up space and keep them from tripping over them in the middle of the night (it's happened more than a few times). he pats nate on the shoulder, moving to sit on the corner of the bed and grabbing up the medical supplies again. ] Now c'mon, let's patch you up.
tipstheodds: (—well about that)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ he was expecting nate to be fussy, really, so it doesn't deter him much. it helps that the wounds are all as superficial as he thought (even if he still eyes the bruise at his ribs with suspicion) so it's a quick job and soon enough he can put the supplies back where they belong.

harry doesn't exactly know how they got like this either, but he's hardly complaining. far from it in fact. his eyes are closed and he's rested comfortably back against the other man, hands laced together over his stomach. it's a nice quiet way to spend the aftermath of a successful heist, he thinks. ]


Mm? [ it takes him a second to register the question, opening an eye halfway. what few people know about harry flynn: he rather enjoys his hair being played with. he may have been drifting a bit. he chuckles at the question, can't help a jab of his own. ] Not clowns, either.

[ he hums softly as he considers it though, wondering how to answer. there are, frankly, more than a few things he's seriously scared of but keeps hidden on a daily basis. he laughs again when he comes up with something, unable to help throwing it out. ]

Lazaveric's ghost.
tipstheodds: (—not a hero)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ harry is a-okay with keeping what happens in morocco in morocco when it comes to this, mostly because he knows that if chloe heard she'd never let it die. that's really not something he wants to deal with.

but he bursts out laughing at the face nate gives him for the answer. ]
I'm not, only insomuch as that I don't believe in ghosts. If I did, I would be entirely serious. Dead serious even. [ he grins up at nate when he makes the awful pun, chuckling again before he settles back against him, his eyes going to the far wall as he thinks it over, expression growing more somber. ] Well, there's the usual fear of dying. I rather enjoy my life. But...

[ it's not the ultimate one. he falls quiet for a long moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer than before. again, harry flynn is not used to sharing these kinds of things - real emotions, personal facts. but - well. it's just different in this moment. ]

Being forgotten's the big one, I think.
tipstheodds: (—very clever)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ his eyes go up when nate rests his chin on his head again, listening to what he says, a small smile making its way across his mouth. pretty much the expected answer from someone like nathan drake, but still, it's nice to hear. but that's enough seriousness for tonight, since he knows nate has trouble with being serious except in the most dire circumstances and harry's a bit awkward after confessing something like that anyway. so! to get everything back on track he reaches up, flicking nate in the forehead. ]

It's because you're lazy. [ he laughs a little, shaking his head, closing his eyes again and relaxing. and then, a less serious one! ] Heights are a bit of a weak point too.

[ HE JUST doesn't like being too high okay. like 'istanbul museum tower' high. that was not fun in the least. ]

Naturally if you tell anyone, I'm contractually obligated to kill you. So you know.
tipstheodds: (—isn't that cute)

[personal profile] tipstheodds 2012-03-01 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ he squirms a bit at the prods to his sides, swatting at nate's hands only to miss when he draws them again. he shakes his head again, settling once more and lacing his fingers back across his stomach, arms resting on nate's knees and head laying back against his shoulder. he has to say, this is pretty damn comfortable. ]

Right! So let's hope that doesn't happen, because that would be an awkward follow up. [ he grins, eyes falling shut once more as he relaxes again, starting to hum a tune under his breath for no other reason than because he can and feels like it. ]