Lara Croft: Doomsday Device
By: Elves Muse
Disclaimer~ I don't own anything, ONLY the characters I have created and used in this fan fiction. Thanks~
The small rock dislodged from the wall as Lara grabbed a foothold. Her fingers were chafed and bleeding from the hard wood. Her calves were on fire, as with her thighs. Of course, the fall down was not more than a few meters, but the poor girl had been training all day.
The ballroom was a mess of climbing exorcises, radical jumps, ladders, and tight ropes. Outside was the freshly used obstacle course and weapon range. The faithful Uzis were now placed in Lara's holsters, her hard-hitting shotgun on her back, and the Brownings in her back pack, safety off.
Lara laughed to herself. Jeeves was probably still out there cowering in the trench. She had suddenly shot at him in the middle of her jump, and the poor old man had just barely deflected it with the silver tray he endlessly carried around. Despite his poor love of adventure, and Lara's constant trigger finger pointed at him, he still followed her wherever she went.
Suddenly, a ring from the telephone grabbed Lara's attention.
"Oh, that annoying phone! JEEVES! Get that will you?!" Lara cried into the main hall, swiveling her head sideways to see something besides the brown wood vault. Finally, she reached the top and climbed up onto it. Gasping for air, Lara still heard the annoying ring. "JEEVES! Are you going to get that?"
No answer. Lara sighed and jumped down to the tile floor. She ran, even though her ribs were screaming in protest, to the black phone in the main hall. She picked it up and said hello.
"Lara Croft?"
"Speaking."
"You have a delivery here at the airport, which requires your immediate pickup."
Lara sighed. "Oh, why didn't you just bring it here? You folks know bloody well where my house is by now."
"Well…er, yes but…" The voice sounded nervous. "I…"
"Yes… You didn't think. I'll be there in a few." Lara stood in an angry stance.
"Great… Good day Miss Croft." The voice hung up. Lara considered taking a quick shower, and decided against it. She was just going to the airport, what could happen?
***
The road was unpaved and bumpy. The dirt cloud behind the motorcycle filled the dark sky. The rider was speeding, at least thirty over the limit. He wore all leather, and his helmet was black as well with a tinted glass. Inscribed on the outerwear as a motif were flames.
Suddenly, he heard sirens behind him, and instead of slowing down, he sped up. The officer behind him decided now was a good time to lay out the visual, the blue and red lights spraying like water over the bike and the rider. But he paid no attention to it.
"O-Kay buddy. You just lost your free-bee." The policewoman mumbled to herself. She grabbed her radio and began sending for back-up. Ahead, it seemed as the motorcycle was getting away, but Cop #1 didn't notice. Because right then, her car went over a land mine.
The motorcycle rider had no fear of cops.
***
"Thank you for FINALLY getting me my package." Lara stood at the airport desk, impatiently tapping her left booted foot. She was still in her work wear, the teal body-suit and faded brown jeans. She had on her red granny glasses, and the assistant cowered to see the look behind them.
"I'm sorry Miss Croft but we had to put it through customs and-" Lara interrupted him.
"And you had to check it for bombs ext. I understand. Now may I PLEASE have my package?"
"Yes… Good day Miss Croft…"
"I think you have your time mixed up, because last time I was outside it seemed to be dusk and getting darker. You might want to say 'Good night Miss Croft'." Lara mock frowned than silently held back a chuckle as she saw the look on the teenager's face.
"Yes ma'am. Good night…"
"Same to you." And Lara, after an hour of waiting, left the airport, package in her hand. It was in a brown wrapping, slightly heavy, and a bit on the fragile side. Lara knew this of course, because it said "fragile" on the box.
She loaded it up on her motorcycle, put on her helmet, and burned rubber as she left the parking lot onto the main street.
***
The motorcycle rider finally reached his destination. The large mansion was elegant, probably filled with rich things, beautiful sculptures and fluffy pillows. He dismounted, and took off his helmet.
Revealed was midnight black hair in the Greek style, steel gray eyes and a cleft chin. "So, Miss Lara Croft I presume?" The man turned, and found two Uzies staring him in the face.
"And who might you be? I doubt another salesman." Her voice dripped with mockery. "And tell the truth or you're head will have more objects in it besides your small brain."
"Alright," the man chuckled, not a pleasant sound, but not cruel either. "My name is Jeremy Yielding. I just happen to be a big fan of your work." His voice was thick with an accent, Lara couldn't place it, since it was a little muddled. So was his tan.
He stuck out his hand in obvious greeting, but Lara ignored it. Instead, she lowered her Uzies and put them in their holsters. Her hands then crossed across her chest, one leg supporting all her weight. She tilted her head sideways and smiled. "JEREMY!?"
"Yes, Lara, it's me." Jeremy smiled as Lara rushed forward and grabbed him into a big hug. They talked about how their lives had been going and how they were doing. Finally, Lara smiled and asked him to come in.