Unknown "Odds"

The sun rises above the eastern horizon of New York City yet again. Yet, countless people still lie in their beds as they sleep some of the daylight away. One of them so happens to be resting from his last excursion to the hidden city of Shambhala.

Even though his latest exploration happened a couple of weeks ago, he is still feeling slightly sore from all of the jumping, climbing, shooting, and fighting that he had to go through just to keep the world safe from another relic, that possessed power that any corrupted human being could use to do their own malicious work. First it was radioactive gold in Panama. Then it was a cursed, golden statue that mutated people into ravenous, ghoul-like creatures. The latest was a blue resin, from the Tree of Life, that had the power to bring about invincibility and immortality. Each of them had been lost, whether by the actions of malicious men or from Nathan making sure that the treasure was lost to the world. Would Drake ever hunt a treasure that doesn't have a dangerous affect tied to it? He was starting to believe he would never find a treasure he could actually discover, show it to the world and make a name for himself.

Nate rolls onto his right side, slowly opening his eyes to read the digital clock next to the bed. "Nine fifteen." He rolls back onto his other side and pulls the sheets up over his head, to block what little sunlight pierces through the closed blinds. "Too early."

As his luck usually works, his apartment phone rings on the other side of the bed. "You've got to be kidding me." Nate pulls his pillow out from under his head and covers his ears as best he can. The ear-piercing ring gets muffled enough for Nathan to start drifting from reality. The second the ringing stops, Nate falls back to sleep.

A few minutes later, the phone rings again, dragging Nate out of his slumber. "Damn...it." Reaching his right arm out from under the covers, Drake picks up the phone and pulls it under the pillow, so that he doesn't have to uncover his head.

"Hello?" Nate mumbles under his breath.

"Hey Nate, are you busy?"

"Yes Sully. I'm busy catching up on sleep."

"Well, you're going to want to put that aside for later. I found ourselves a job and, you are going to love it."

Nate chuckles at Sully's comment. "And why exactly would I love this particular job?"

"Because the guy that would be hiring us is paying, big time."

"How big?"

"Bigger than all of our searches for ancient treasures combined."

Nate bolts upright from his bed. "Sounds like this 'guy' must have some solid information if he's willing to pay that much." He slides off the bed. "I'll meet you at your place in ten minutes."

"You got it, kid."

After Nate gets himself dressed in his normal, everyday civilian attire, he heads out of his apartment building, which is not the nicest looking place from the outside, and gets a ride in a standard yellow taxi cab. His mind drifts off on what this job could possibly be about, besides being about the obvious treasure that they are going to seek. Not only does Nate wonder what the treasure would be but also the man who was offering tons of money for his and Sully's own 'personal talents and skills' for the job.

The cab screeching to a stop pulls Nate from his thoughts. He pays the driver and steps out of the cab, casually making his way over to Sully, who is already waiting for him outside of his apartment complex.

"You look like you could use a few more hours of sleep."

Nate gives Sully a slight glare of irritation. "You know that I was sleeping when you called, right? Or did the idea of this treasure, that this guy is going to tell us about, just cause you to forget?"

"Nah. I just wanted to see how moody you are this morning."

Nate pinches the bridge of his nose while letting out a deep sigh. "It's not that I'm moody. It's just that this whole situation is a bit-"

"Odd." Sully waves down a cab. One of the yellow cars stops a few seconds later. "I know. This guy is a bit odd too. You'll get a better idea once we meet up with him in the Bronx." Sully opens the door and slides across to the other side of the seat. Nate does the same as he throws some quick questions at Sully.

"Outskirts?"

"Yep."

"Warehouse?"

"Yep."

"Guards?"

"Yep."

Once Sully gives the taxi driver the address, the car drives the two of them to their next job. During the ride, a smirk appears on Nathan's face. The smirk he gets when he feels a great adventure heading his way. Still, he keeps a good part of his conscious on the situation directly ahead of him: meeting the man who is willing to hire their 'expertise'. If both him and Sully had the notion of this man and situation being odd, Nate accepts it as fact. Both he and Sully had gotten through many of their adventures by pure luck and trusting their instincts. Nate isn't about to ignore them, when they had been nearly true all of his life.

Roughly twenty minutes pass when the cab stops at its destination. Once the cabbie gets his pay and his two passengers get out of his cab, he drives back towards his main routes in the city limits. Nate and Sully slowly stroll towards the warehouse they are to meet this gentleman in. Both of them see that there are four men guarding the main door, each of them holding AK-47's in plain sight for Nate and Sully to see.

"I'm loving this situation already." Nate sarcastically narrates to Sully.

"Just wait until we meet this guy. When I was getting some of the job details, he seemed odd, like you mentioned earlier. This whole job he is offering is a bit too odd." Sully quickly glances at Nate. "Did you bring backup?"

"You know I never go anywhere without it." Nate feels his PM-9MM handgun tucked into his jeans and hidden under his loose, tan shirt. "And what about your backup?"

"Same as you." Sully too has his Wes 44 tucked away, hidden under his dull grey shirt. "But you know, they will probably search us."

"Probably. Still, I don't go anywhere without it."

They reach the door and stop when they hear one of the guards talk sternly to them. "Mr. Garian is waiting for both of you inside."

"Thank you." Sully nods towards the warehouse door. "Let's go." He opens the door, allowing Nate to step inside first. As Sully lets the door shut behind him, both of them scan the warehouse, should they have to make a quick escape if the deal goes wrong. As they get closer and closer to the center of the warehouse, the only exit they have seen is the one they entered through.

Shit. Nate, along with Sully, realizes that their escape route is the door they had just entered, and that had four armed guards. Those are the ones that Nate and Sully had seen. With the luck Nate has, he assumes there are more hidden out of sight, also wielding guns and ready to use them.

Nate and Sully make it to the center of the warehouse. They stand behind two chairs and a table, keeping their focus on the man who is slowly rising from his seat. The man looks to be Sully's age, which is his late fifties. He wears a formal, black business suit, complete with pure gold cufflinks, which have the imagine of a dragon etched into them.

"Gentlemen." HIs voice is formal and proper to Nate and Sully, who are weary about the whole situation they are in. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Mark Garian." He motions towards the two empty chairs. "Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss."

Yeah so I'm starting another story. *whispers to myself* This is a mistake.

Anyway, I'm crossing Star Wars with Uncharted! TWO OF MY FUCKIGN FAVORITE THINGS! I still have to be insane for doing this. Anyway, I know it's short but I think this story will have shorter chapters. Maybe. We shall see together! MUAHAHAHA!

Also, my other stories are getting worked on too, as well as my first two Avengers stories, which I'm polishing up a bit because I went back and read them and I think they suck. But yeah, if you are waiting for the other stories, I ask for all of you to wait a bit longer because of work/college/other things in my life. Thanks so much!

~TheJediAvenger~