Bremen, Germany 4:00

"Nate, remind me why we're here again?" The silver haired man clad in black tailed his protege, suspiciously checking behind himself. Striding silently in front of him was a ruggedly handsome, smaller man dressed similarly.

"Hey, don't crap out on me now, you're the one that told me to take this job in the first place."
"That was before you decided to say 'screw the client' and use her resources to steal the thing for ourselves."

"She would've done the same" Nate defended confidently, Sully shaking his head as the younger man spoke.

"You're forgetting what happened the last time you did that. Let me ask you, did it end well?"
"Well no, but it would've been if everyone in the Raja family didn't have chronic backstabbing syndrome."

"I hope you're right about this, kid."
"What's the worst that could happen?" This last comment earned an odd look from Sully. The worst that could happen would be pretty damn bad, considering the amount of terrible things that could have -and have- happened to them if they botched this job. "I'll try and find a way in through the window, cover me." Nate said, before grappling for a handhold on a pipe's ledge, and then dexterously making his way toward the window set just above a large pair of expensive looking wooden doors. After a minute of fumbling with the lock and security system, he pushed the heavy door open and Sully slid inside.

They kept their steps quiet and their voices to a low whisper as they made their way to one of the mansion's many rooms built to display the ancient treasures that the building housed. The two kept to either side of the room, using small penlights to search for their quarry. The room was dead silent until finally Nate spoke up. "Sully, I think this is it." As Sully shuffled over, he pointed out the small, unassuming piece of jewelery laying in a display case.

"You sure? It seems awfully... Small." Was the older man's response.

"This is what was in the picture, give me a hand with this lock." After toying with the lock for a moment, the two swung open the case and Nate snatched the necklace, tucking it into a pocket. "Now we just have to..." His words were cut off by the loud sirens now wailing in his ears, looking to the window nearby; their closest means of escape. "Ah, crap." Nothing could ever be simple.

A Week Later; Cuzco, Peru 13:06

The Incas had always baffled historians, and here was quite possibly the largest collection of Inca artifacts in the world, now on public display. Unfortunately, Biara Waters could not care less. Her father, Marcus Waters, a professor and historian at Colombia University, had dragged his daughter to Peru to see the new collection, and the young college student could not have been more bored.

A mechanical engineering major and a rising senior in college, Biara hadn't shared her father's love of archeology since she was a little girl, before he and her mother had separated and driven a wedge into their relationship. Apparently Marcus' idea of making it up to his daughter was to take her to a foreign country to look at old shit in a museum. Lovely.

Luckily, she had managed to make her way to the street. Even with the blistering Peruvian sun beating down, she felt better than she had in the museum. Then again, she had never liked being cooped up in a small space. Or a big one, for that matter. Buildings in general just didn't suit her.

Slipping into a drowsy state, she skulked near the outside of the museum, pouting inwardly at her cursed luck.

"And you're sure this is the place?"

"Sure as I can be..."

Catching the snippet of a conversation, Biara's gaze flicked up to the two men walking into the museum. She took a moment to examine them from afar, eyes lingering on the younger man slightly longer than they should have, as he noticed when he turned back to check behind him. Oops... She simply shrugged it off, returning to the cramped, crowded halls of the museum to beg her father to take pity on her and buy her lunch.

"Victor Sullivan? My God, is that you?" Marcus Waters couldn't believe his eyes. Out of all the things he had expected, seeing his past walk through the door wasn't one of them. The man he had just addressed seemed startled, as if he was caught in the middle of something, stunned and searching for the words to greet Marcus.

"Marcus? Christ, this is unexpected..." He didn't sound particularly chipper about seeing the professor again, and less so when Nate walked over to him, a questioning look on his face. He quickly introduced them, doing his best to act normal. Marcus and he had pulled off some crazy stunts back in the day, and it wasn't out of the question for the professor would suspect he was up to no good again.

"Your son?" Marcus said, gesturing to Nate. Nate and Sully exchanged a look, trying not to laugh.

"No, not exactly. How's Tanya? You two ever get married?"

"Yes, and divorced. My daughter is sulking about somewhere, you know how kids these days act."

This earned a chuckle from Sully and a small sigh from Nate, but before anything could be said in response, a piercing, feminine scream cut through the air, audible through even the loud chatter of the crowds swarming through the museum and stopping every conversation instantly.