'Who taught you how to punch, your grandma?'

'Yeah, actually.'

*THWACK*

Judging by that last one, his grandma was a goddamn prize fighter. Nathan Drake turned his head and spat out the blood filling his mouth. There was more trickling down the side of his face but there was nothing he could do about that. He struggled weakly once more against the restraints that tied him to the chair, and looked up at the man standing in front of him. The guy was huge, all muscle. He looked like a freaking monster.

A second voice spoke, from the shadows, the brain behind the brawn.

'I do not have time for your games, Drake. What you stole was extremely valuable to me. I did not spend many years of my life and much of my wealth locating it, only to have it stolen by a common thief, and have more money spent tracking him down!'

Nathan laughed, which turned into a fit of pained coughing and spluttering.

'Maybe...cough...you should have...spent your money...on security.'

The man growled, and stepped out of the shadows. He looked like a rich villain from an old movie. Tall, thin, with a nice suit and cane, complete with a little twirly moustache.

'Mr. Carlyle, I presume?'

'Where is it? This is your final warning!'

Nathan laughed again.

'I really couldn't say, even if I wanted to. See, I sold it as soon as possible. As to who I sold it to, well, that I do know, but I'm probably not going to tell you.'

'Are you quite sure about that?'

'I'm pretty sure.' Nathan spat more blood, this time in a specific direction.

Carlyle hissed in anger, nodded at monster-man, and, with one more venomous glance at Nathan, stalked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone. Nathan regarded the human truck again, who was cracking his knuckles menacingly.

'Seriously man, what kind of grandma was she?'

*WHAM*

When Nathan woke up he was still tied to the same chair, in the same room, at least, as far as he could tell. The room was very dimly lit, almost completely black at the far end, and there was a very unpleasant smell. Nathan groaned at the pain in his head and his wrists, and started trying to gather his thoughts to come up with a plan.

He sat there for what seemed like hours, and still nothing. His brain wouldn't work properly, and one of his eyes had now swollen shut. His whole face ached and he didn't have any kind of plan whatsoever. He just sat there, listening to water dripping somewhere, and a quiet popping sound.

Wait, what?

The popping sound was new, and it was gradually growing louder, until it became the unmistakeable sound of gunfire, accompanied by a lot of male voices shouting. There were several louder bangs that sounded like grenades, a bit more gunfire that was so loud it must be almost right outside the door to his cell, and then...silence. He tried to call out but his mouth was incredibly dry and all he could do was croak.

Suddenly, the door flew open with a bang and in burst a young woman, her long brown ponytail whipping around as she quickly surveyed the room. She was wearing a very dirty tank top and cargo pants, with a bow slung across her back, a pistol at her hip, and an assault rifle in her arms.

Nathan stared at her.

'Oh my god, are you alright?'

She was British. Huh.

She hurried over to him and cut the ropes tying him down. He slumped forwards, too weak to support himself. He couldn't remember when he had last eaten or had anything to drink. He groaned as the woman caught him and helped him to lie down comfortably on the ground, producing water and some bandages from a backpack he hadn't noticed before. He reached for the water, but she picked it up before him and helped him drink.

'..cough..Who are you?' His voice sounded so strange and croaky, and it kinda hurt to talk.

'Easy there. My name's Lara.'

'Nathan Drake. It's a pleasure to meet you.' He burst into another fit of coughing, and as his face screwed up at the pain, he felt fresh blood trickled down his cheek. Lara's eyes flickered up to his temple.

'You're bleeding. Let me help with that, and then we'll get out of here. Can you shoot a gun?'

A few minutes later, Nathan's head was bandaged up and he was beginning to feel a little less like there was a little man with a jackhammer in his brain. Lara handed him a pistol, and some spare ammo. He immediately checked the magazine.

'Listen, Lara, I got a few questions, like, where the hell are we, and what are you doing here?'

'I'm sorry Nathan, now's not really the time for this is it? We can talk one we've escaped.'

'So, you got a plan to get out of here, or...? Do we just go out guns blazing and hope for the best?'

'That's how I got in. It should be easier with two people though.' She looked a little worried. 'Let's go.'

They exited the room, turned right, and hurried down the corridor. It looked like an old bunker or something like that. It was very dirty, and quite dimly lit. They reached another tunnel that branched off, and Lara peeked around the corner.

'She's here!'

'Shit'. Lara ducked back just as the corridor exploded with the sound of gunfire, and bullets flew past where her face had just been. She nodded to Nathan and as soon as the shooting stopped, he quickly ran to the other side of the corridor and took cover. One more quick glance between them, and they opened fire. Nathan took out one of the gunmen, while Lana got the other two. Once they had confirmed that the coast was clear, they continued, Nathan only stopping to pick up a machine gun from one of the dead men, plus some extra ammo.

They continued like this, not meeting an extreme amount of resistance, only groups of two or three at a time, which they took out easily. Finally, they reached a much damaged part of the bunker which opened up to the outdoors. They climbed out, warily checking their surroundings. It seemed to be an abandoned dock of some sort. There were large, rusty cargo ships everywhere, and a lot of scaffolding that looked like it might collapse at any moment.

Lara was about to signal that they continue, when Nathan saw something glinting on one of the ships. It looked like...

'Lara, get down!'

He pulled them both down behind some crates just as the crack of a rifle echoed throughout the dock, and a hole appeared in the wall behind them.

With the element of surprise gone, groups of men started to advance on the two of them. They picked them off one by one, but more kept on coming. A grenade exploded near them, blasting them sideways, setting their ears ringing and their heads spinning.

Lara crawled over to Nathan and rolled him on to his back. He had hit his head again when they were blown sideways and blood was beginning to seep through the bandages. His eyes slowly blinked open, and he struggled to pull himself into an upright sitting position.

Lara peeked over the crates. The men were still advancing, and they were getting close.

'How does it look?'

'There's too many of them Nathan.' She sighed, and then set her jaw in resignation. 'I'll take out as many as I can but we won't last long.'

Nathan pulled himself up to look over the crates, and paled slightly when he saw the mob approaching. He desperately looked around for anything that could help their dire situation, and when his eyes found a group of canisters, a slow smile spread across his face.

He dropped back into cover and turned to Lara.

'Let's light these suckers up!'

*Author's Note* This is my first time really trying to write anything, so please feel free to give me any tips or pointers as to how I could improve my writing. Your help would be appreciated :) Also *Disclaimer* I do not own any of the characters from Uncharted or Tomb Raider.