Chapter 1

They sat in the low lit New Orleans bar the three of them (Nate, Sam and Sully), discussing how best to examine or lift
the wreckage without damaging anything vital, like schoolboys divvying up marbles.
The few jobs from Jameson marine and the boat load of coins from Libertallia sublty stuffed in Nate and Elena's luggage
had enabled them to buy a more ocean worthy resarch vessel for the trip.
The permits were through from the malaysian government, alowing them to explore and raise the sunken boat (so long as the
boat remianed property of the goverment). Elena had managed to twist the arm of her old producer into looking
at reviving her old show, filming the whole procedings in the hope to re-kindle the TV show.

Things were finally looking good for Nathan Drake

"It's getting late fellas I'm going to head home" Nate announced galncing at the clock on the wall 11.30pm, he had meetings
with border agencies, harbour masters, an office full of paperwork to sift through, a boat crew to get together,
dive equipment to source, someone to find to keep the newly rebranded D&F fortunes running while they were away...the list
was endless. Less than a month to go before the reasarch boat would be at the wreckage did not seem like long enough.
"Really we're just getting started" Sam piped in from behind his beer eager to push the conversation to the exciting part.
Sully helpfully interjected "Let the kid go Sam he looks exausted enough, nothing we can't disscus tomorrow hey nate?"
"Yeah, as much as I want to stay my mountain of work isn't going to do itself, Come round to my house tomorrow, I'll get
pizza and beer, we can finish where we left off?" Nate relpiled getting up and pulling his coat from the back of the chair
"Alright you win, don't think the old man here can stay up much longer" Sam quipped "Easy on the old Sam! Yeah sure say 7.30?"
Came from Sully. They finished their drinks and left, not aware of the two men sat at the bar heads in their drinks eating chips, watching the football grey men who blended into the world, who heard and saw everything.

17.00 the following day, Nate had managed to power through the days work in surpisingliy good time, the sun was painting the ocean outside an aray or reds and oranges, he picked up his phone just as a call Elena from Elena came in
"Hey honey I'm all done here so looks like I'll be home early Sam and Sully are coming round about 7.30 they have some pretty
good ideas for once" Nate waited for a response "Elena you there?"
"Someone's been here Nate the doors open drawers out the coffee tables turned over, someone has been in our house"
"What are you ok, has anything been taken?" Nate asked not quite able to mask the worry in his voice
"Yeah, no I'm fine I just... who would do this... nothing is gone...Nate?"
"It's ok, -Intterupting knock at the door- just hold on, someones here I'll see what these guys want then I'll be home soon Ok"
"Ok" Elena replied before hanging up.

Nate opened his office door to see two men leaing on the harbour railings one facing him the other looking over the harbour.
"Nathan Drake? the front man questioned"
"That's me, how can I help?" before he could react the man facing the harbour turned peice of wood in his hand swung cleanly
at Nate's head knocking him out.

When he came to he was in an unused storage building (D&F's new storage building) Wooden crates and oil drums ready for the
voyage he had a bag over his head arms tied behind his back to a woooden chair. The bag was forcefully removed and a familiar
face stood before him - Rafe Adler gun in hand- a man who by all intense and puropses should be dead.
"Hello again Nathan, sorry we had to meet in such... unfortunate circimstances, my boys here tell me you and that lovely wife
of yours are onto quite a find?"
"What do you want? How did you get out?" Nate spat back, trying to loosen his roped arms, the nail sticking from the back of

the chair coming in most useful.
"Well that little fiasco back in Madagascar left me with quite the hole in my finances, I'm holding you and your damn lying
brother responsible, so I need a cut" he paced infront of Nate like a chained dog ready to lunge.
"Really, if you hadn't barged in there we would all have come out of there really quite well don't you think?"
Rafe snapped back "If you recall Nathan you blew the god damn ship up, now please co-operate before I start to loose my
patience"
Nate felt the ropes loose, freeing his arms he lunged at Rafe tacking him to the floor, Rafe dropping his gun in the
comotion. One of Rafe's henchmen joined pulling Nate off him, he twisted out of his grip before sending a haymaker into his
temple. Rafe picked up his gun and fired the gunshot echoing through the empty building.