Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider or Lara Croft, nor am I affiliated with Eidos or Crystal Dynamics in any way. I do own the original characters featured in this story.

Author's Note: Continuation to the OneShot 'Let the Rain Fall'. Rated T for violence and language.

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I pushed open the front doors to my manor, the lighting struck in sync with the thunder behind me. I slammed the doors behind me as I stepped through the foyer. Tossing the car keys on the coffee table in the living room, I made my way upstairs to change out of my wet clothes.

I went over to the sink in the bathroom in my bedroom and leaned over it, wringing my hair out like a mop. I grabbed an elastic, and after drying and brushing my hair, I put it up into a ponytail.

Making my way downstairs in my silk pajamas, my white, silk robe flying behind like a cape, I headed to the Tech Room where Bryce sat at the computer.

"Have you heard?", I ask, typing on one of the unoccupied computers.

"Yes", he replied, "Hillary told me."

I shook my head as I typed, "She just can't take a hint, can she?", I cursed under my breath.

I found the documentations on the Mayan Halo Ring and read them over again. I was sure that there was some sort of clue, a red flag…something that would give a hint to where I might find more information.

I shook my head in disappointment as the results were slim. I turned to Bryce, "Do you think Alexander might have information on the ring? I mean, you don't think he made all of that up in an attempt to kill me? Surely he must have something."

"Not sure.", Bryce replied, turning to face me, "But it's worth a shot. I'll try and pinpoint a 5-block radius from his phone call."

I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, "No need. I think I know exactly where to find him."

-Tomb Raider-

After some breakfast the next morning, I dressed in a casual ensemble; a pair of jeans, black tank top, denim jacket, and boots. I headed to the garage and removed from the rack, the keys to the Lotus Type 72D - the latest of the Croft Car Collection. It was jet black, with gold accents, interior, and rims.

I sank into the driver's side seat and ignited the engine, turning the CD player on. I selected U2's With or Without You and drove out of the garage. Before leaving the grounds, I removed my pair of black sunglasses from the console and put them on.

Crossing over the Vauxhall Cross bridge, I gazed upon the Mi6 building, sitting on the River Thames. It was a sight I didn't normally see - as a matter of fact, I do believe I've only seen it in person twice before now.

Smiling at the architecture, I continued onward to my destination. Moments later, I pulled up to an office building in mid-London. Stepping out of the sports car, I removed my sunglasses before looking up, surveilling the building. I clipped the sunglasses to the neck of my tank top and stepped inside.

Making my way to the receptionist, she gave me a warm smile. "Hello, may I help you?"

"Hello, is Mr. White available?"

She nodded, "Indeed he is. May I ask your name?"

"Lara Croft."

She smiled and dialed a four digit number on the telephone next to her. She spoke briefly into it, announcing the presence of Mr. White's guest. She directed me to the elevator with directions to get to his office - information I already had.

I pressed the button for the 14th floor and listened to the elevator music - Mozart's Requiem. A poor choice for an elevator if you ask me. When the doors opened, I stepped out of the elevator, instantly inhaling the aroma of coffee and pastry.

As I walked to Mr. White's office, there was a box of doughnuts outside of the employee lounge. I snagged myself a treat on the way, a simple glazed. I finished it just as I reached the door to his office. Wiping my hands on the napkin I picked up, I threw it into the nearby trashcan and knocked on the door, respectively.

"Come in.", the voice on the other side said.

I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I walked over to his desk, in which he stood from his seat and kissed my hand.

"Lady Croft, a pleasure to see you again.", he greeted, gesturing to the leather chair next to me, "Please, have a seat."

He stepped over to the table nearest the door and offered me some tea, in which I couldn't refuse. I sipped it slowly - tasting the exotic Casablanca Twist flavor. It was exquisite. Lowering the cup from my lips, I smiled warmly, "You do know what this is about?"

Mr. White nodded slowly, "Yes". He set aside his cup and began typing on his computer. A moment later, the printer activated, my eyes darting to the right of me to identify the noise. A paper was pushed out, in which he grabbed and placed in front of me.

I put my cup on his desk and read over the paper.

"He's in Prague now.", he said, as I skimmed over the document.

I vowed never to visit Prague again, unless it was absolutely necessary…especially after the Nephilim incident. I exhaled as I read the precise location. He resided on the other end of Prague, away from the remnants of Eckhardt's lab. I was calm again.

Folding the paper and putting it in my pocket, I finished my tea and thanked him for his help. Leaving the office, I put my sunglasses back on and bid good day to the receptionist. I got in my car and drove back to the manor.

I didn't bother parking in the driveway, I just parked outside of the main doors on the gravel driveway. I showed Hillary and Bryce the document and requested that they arrange a flight to Prague almost immediately. My flight was tomorrow night at 7pm.

-Tomb Raider-

At the airport, I was happy to have been the first person in first class. I set my backpack on the seat next to me and put in the headphones of my MP3 player. Browsing my play lists, I finally settled on one and relaxed in the rather comfortable seat.

The flight seemed rather short, although it wasn't. When I got off the plane, I decided to walk to my destination. It was a 15 minute walk, so it wasn't too bad. When I arrived, Alexander's car wasn't there. I thought I'd drop in on him, but I'd guess he'll have to drop in on me.

I picked the lock to his apartment and stepped inside, quickly looking over any documents he may have lying around. I headed to the kitchen and made myself some tea as I waited for him. About three hours later, I heard the insertion of a key into the lock of the door.

Standing behind it, the door opened to face me, so I wouldn't be spotted. The moment he stepped into the apartment, I slammed the door behind him, making him jump and practically leap forward.

I stood before him, my arms crossed. "What's wrong? Looks like you've seen a ghost."

His face was white. Guaranteed from the shock of seeing me alive - he pulled out a handgun from his jacket. I kicked it out of his hand, the pistol descending from the air. I grabbed it and aimed it at him; a CZ-G 2000.

"You're lucky I couldn't have taken a gun on the flight here or else I'd have shot you in the kneecaps the minute you stepped through that door, so I want some answers. Now."

How was that? I decided to continue 'Let the Rain Fall', especially since I was told it had the making of a good, full, chaptered story. I enjoyed writing this chapter, as I will the next, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please review!