Nathan Drake clicked his cell phone off feeling slightly guilty that he was so short with Elena. He quickly pushed that to the back of his mind, however, when he realized he had bigger things going on. Nate leaned back in his chair and took in the surroundings, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. He was in a tourist hotel in the Bahamas on Andros island, with palm trees located every 5 inches, bamboo tables and chairs ringed with tiki torches, and people with brightly colored shirts and cameras slung around their necks. A breeze rustled his messy brown hair from the open door across from him and he never felt better. It was damn hot.

Nate considered himself to be quite good at being a wallflower. You had to be in his line of work, if you wanted to avoid being shot at. So he scanned the room, stopping at a couple sitting at the bar on the other side of the dining hall. They smiled and laughed; sharing what looked to be chili fries and kissed way too much. Nate figured they must be on their honeymoon and wondered what it was like to be genuinely carefree. He had just honed in on some exasperated parents herding a screaming child when from the corner of his eye Nate noticed one especially hideous shirt he could only describe as thrown up crayons with bits of flowers blended in, along with white shorts that belonged to some especially hairy legs that ended with a pair sandals; man sandals. He looked up at the face of this offender and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"What the..."

Nate stood and walked over to his old friend. "Sully, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Clothes kid, what does it look like?"

"From where, The goddamn gift shop? You look terrible." Nate smirked.

"I think I look pretty handsome. This look is right up my alley." Victor Sullivan stated puffing out his grotesquely colored chest as he fiddled with a massive cigar dangling in the corner of him mouth. "I had a few ladies smiling at me on my way down here."

"You sure they weren't laughing? I would go with laughing."

Sully gave him a scorn as Nate himself let out a laugh. After all, who was he to talk bad about his fashion sense. Plus, Sully had the right idea, they needed to blend in. Nate looked into the mirror hanging on the wall next to him and noticed what he was wearing. A dark blue long sleeved Henley, no wonder he was so hot, with jeans that were caked on the bottom with some kind of substance, and worn in hiking boots. Not something most tourists in a tropical climate probably wear but no way in hell would he be following in Puke shirts footsteps.

"We don't have the time for you to be an ass Nate. What have you got?"

Drake smiled at the old man while pulling out a chair for him, then sat back down in the one he previously vacated.

"I found a symbol." Nate informed his friend, leaning forward and speaking in a hushed voice, even though there weren't many people around this late at night. "When I was studying the maps of the Islands I found something in one spot that didn't quite look like the rest of the area, so I went to check it out. Nothing was there, must have just been bad picture quality, but not too far from there I came across a symbol buried beneath all the crap on the ground from the trees." Nate reached behind him into a bag that was hanging on the back of his chair. He pulled out some files and ruffled through them. "It was this symbol." He set a picture down in front of Sully.

"Well I'll be dammed." Sully took the picture off the table and accepted a drawing Nate handed him of the mark he had stumbled across. He looked between the two. "Looks like Valentine was onto something after all."

"Let's hope." Nate said leaning back into his chair. "I found this on Williamsons Island, not to far from here. I haven't snooped around yet, I felt like I should call the one person I want here with me." He paused for a moment "And since Harry didn't answer his phone, here you are."

Sully looked up from the pictures into Nate's smirking face.