One week Later
It's a scorching weather in Miami Beach, the heat feels like sauna but hundred times worse. What is famously known for being a paradise on earth is filled with tanned figures wearing shorts, bikinis and skimpy clothing. Samuel is on his way to the meeting point where he is due to meet Flynn. The sun is brighter than expected and he whips out his shades and puts them on in the most fashionable way as possible. The heat feels like fire underneath his sun kissed skin, the sweat being the only thing that's not keeping his skin dry, the thin brisk air could be felt on his hairy chest that's exposed to the hot heat.
"Suns out buns out!" The elder Drake whistles out a tune to the female passerby's to grab their attention, his sensuous behaviour triggers the girls to burst out giggling.
He finally arrives at the local Miami Bar, orders ice cold beers for the two of them (him and Flynn)
"Oi! Stop advancing at little girls you perv!" A thick, cocky accent speaks from a distance. Sounds foreign Sam analyses. Within a second a figure approaches next to Sam as his shadow devours Sam's composure. With slicked backed ginger hair and skin with a pallor complexion, it's easy to think that this person isn't a Miami habitant. This skinny figured redhead turns his body towards Sam.
"You a'right mate?" Without Sam's permission, he snatches the beer off from Drake and downs it casually before he chucks it away. Sam's frozen like a stone, glaring at Flynn as anger erupts beneath him.
"Dude, are you Harry fucking FLYNN?!" The yells.
" No I'm ninja turtles" Flynn remarks sarcastically giggling underneath his breath.
"Fuck you Flynn" scowls Drake realising his empty hand and the missing beer.
"You were fucking dead though!" Sam's head spins with confusion.
" Long story mate, let's get to business, I called to meet you up because of a rewarding job" Flynn grins devilishly brushing his knuckles against Sam's elbow.
"Yeah, whatcha got?"
Flynn digs deep into his bag and uncovers a shard. Sam's eyes widen with curiosity. The object gleams from the shining sun, It's pointy head is razor sharp, has a rusty golden inlay and is encrusted with different types of stones.
"Woah it looks like it's worth a lot" Sam's lips widen to form a smirk.
"It should have a purpose though shouldn't it?" Flynn questionably glares at Samuel expecting him to know the answer.
Sam stares blankly back at Flynn. Is he expecting me to know this, really?
"I wouldn't know, Flynn"
"What?!" Roars Flynn.
"Did you actually expect me to know about this Flynn? I thought you wanted to give me a job."
" Your job now is to research on this shard mate, I thought you'd knew about this coz I thought you was a historian." Answers Flynn arrogantly.
"Son of a bitch. I need a bigger cut outta this pal, why can't you sell this precious relic?"
"This is a stolen ancient relic. Was found in the Cuban black market. Can't give it away. I believe it has history that we need to uncover and you shall help me." Replies Flynn, putting the shard back into the bag.
"Internet, newspapers, libraries you've got all sorts of sources, research and let me know. Can I trust you mate?" The redhead stares into Sam's eyes.
"Yeah pal, sure!" Replies Sam enthusiastically. He knew he wanted this as badly as Flynn too.
"Great I'll see you darling." Flynn brushes past Sam.
Another boring research. Sam thinks. But it'll be worth it.
Sorry for the short chapter will be uploading longer chapters the next time... please read and review ;)