Spoiler alert for Uncharted 4: So I just finished Uncharted 4 and I thoroughly enjoyed it save maybe the last ending with their daughter. I wasn't a huge fan of that. But I really liked Sam. He was a fun, well developed character so I figured I might try to have some fun with him. I may or may not be introducing an OC to this story but like usual, I'm inclined not to since I'm not a huge fan of OCs. However, this is just the get go of the story to see if anyone even likes it. It's very short, but I'm also very tired and excited to share it. If I do follow up, it may not be until Thursday 5/26/2016. Until then I have finals and need to study.

But without further ado, I hope you all really enjoy this. I love sharing my work with people and I bid thee R&R. It's very encouraging and motivating.

Intrusion

Gustav's Mansion

New Delhi, India

1993

Samuel stepped into the luxurious over adorned ballroom. His eyes glossed over every detail of the marble architecture and it's well designed curves. The captivating essence of the ballroom took his breath away and for a moment he forgot entirely about his mission. Classical violins chorused in the background by the live string quartet hired by Henry Gustav - Sam's target.

Within his custody, Henry Gustav was the proud owner of Ulysses' Grant's famous Civil War sword worth nearly 2 million dollars. From Sully's investigation, they were able to determine it was hidden within Gustav's mansion.

Sam was chosen as the lucky thief to obtain it. Nathan was still too young to pull of a heist without looking oddly suspicious. At the ripe age of 22 Sam fit the criteria of rich brats attending a young man's yacht club perfectly. His only beef was the ridiculous get up he had to wear. Since their last heist hadn't gone particularly well the three of them were struggling a bit financially leaving Sam with a size too small tux.

Aside from the gorgeous scenery and pleasant music around him, Sam felt slightly claustrophobic among so many people. He much more preferred solo heist with he and Nathan scaling walls, picking up treasures and leaving immediately. These undercover missions were quite his nightmare. However, Gustav more than likely had the place locked down with guards flocking the place at night that the only solution was to come in the day and grab the item while the security was further spread out.

Sliding into the crowd Sam was careful not to draw too much attention, softly pushing his way past the crowded hall in search for his prize. Since Gustav was a particularly arrogant man, Sam figured the sword would be displayed in a glass casing somewhere near by. As he searched though, he grew increasingly disappointed. He scaled the walls, pillars, table tops and all the other glass casings ordained with jewels and ornaments. No luck.

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath. There was no way of getting a hold of Sully or Nathan. He was completely solo on this. The two of them were waiting outside the gates with their getaway vehicle though, so as soon as Sam had their sword he was going to be out of there.

I'm gonna have to check upstairs, he thought while his eyes slowly followed the elaborate curved marble staircase to the open second story. His only problem though, there were velvet gate ropes at the bottom of the stairs and one guard, who, from Sam's perspective was loaded with a pistol beneath his coat pocket.

He considered momentarily just tossing something to grab the guard's attention then rolled his eyes at himself. This wasn't a dog. He needed another way around. Here was too conspicuous. "Maybe…" He whispered softly to himself while slowly heading to the kitchen where waiters filed out of every few minutes with a fresh idea. He pressed himself up against the wall and waited until the next waitress swung the doors open before he popped in. A few of the chefs noticed him. Sam chuckled embarrassedly, scratching the back of his head, "Huh…I guess this isn't the bathroom?"

The head chef, assuming so because of his large hat, began snapping his fingers and pointing toward the other side of the room in Hindi. Sam put his hands up defensively, "Thank you…." He slid across the room careful not to bump into anyone as they all glared at him. He pushed open the door found across the room and found himself in a hall. As he made his way down he came across the bathroom but passed it.

Eventually, he found his destination. A door. "Oh please, oh please, be the right one…" He murmured quietly turning the handle while looking over his shoulder just in case.

The door creaked open and Sam felt the rush of cool night air hit his face and he sighed in relief. Poking his head around the corner he scanned the area. "Close is clear." He stepped out, closing the door behind him softly. "Alright, now we just need to find a way up." He turned around and looked at the stone wall before him. There was enough greenage and protruding bricks for him to grapple onto but he had to make sure the windows he saw were to the second story. Judging by the distance it was a reasonable assumption.

"Well here goes nuthin'," he laughed clapping his hands together, jumping up and grabbing his first brick. He could feel the cold hard bricks dig into his hands. "Nothing like calluses," he sneered.

Slow and steady Sam made his way up the wall, his heart racing with anticipation.