…and now… an intense return chapter!
Uncharted: Missing
By Obrusnine
Last Updated: February 18th, 2013
(ED: Basic Edit / RW: Rewrite / fD: First Draft / FD: Final Draft)
Chapter 4: Bar Fight
"You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity." –Alysha Speer
Nate almost regretted reaching town and the bar without encountering a single police officer. He felt that he should be punished, but he hadn't been pulled over for driving drunk, and that was that. He left his car parked haphazardly on the sidewalk and climbed out. He tried to drink from his bottle of beer, but found it was empty. He dropped it to shatter on the ground and walked into the bar.
Music was playing on the speakers. He didn't want to hear it, so he drew his gun and shot them out. The few women in the room screamed and the men just flipped around putting on tough guy facades.
"Get out." He said. "We're closed for the day."
"Oh, and who do you think you are?" One of the drunken men said from the bar.
"I own this bar." Nate said bringing his pistol to aim at the man. "Now get out."
He cocked the pistol and the man glared at him.
"Proof it." The man replied.
"He does own this bar sir." The bartender said.
"This is private property, and at the moment, you are all trespassing." Nate said. "We reserve the right to deny service to anyone. NOW GET OUT!"
The man grudgingly stood up and left, as did nearly everyone else in the bar. There was one woman though, she came to stand next to him. He looked at her and she looked him in the eyes.
"You need to leave." Nate said.
"I can see you're suffering from some kind of emotional pain. Don't give into it." She replied.
"Sir?" The bartender asked curiously.
"I meant you get out to." Nate told him.
"Of… of course…"
The bartender left as he raised the gun at the woman.
"Oh, and what are you, some sort of shrink?" Nate asked. "Do you think I care? Get out."
"You shouldn't give into your rage like that Nathan." She replied starting to walk circles around him.
"How do you know my name?" He said following her with his gun as she walked around him.
"All of us know your name Mr. Drake."
"You're… you're one of them!" He yelled. He swung a punch at her, but she caught it with one hand and bent his hand backwards. This drove him to his knees as he brought his gun around in an attempt to shoot her in the leg. But she slapped the gun out of his hand and spin-kicked him in the face and down onto the floor.
She climbed up onto his stomach and drew a gun of her own from her purse before driving it up against his neck.
"Surely you recognize me Nate." She said. "Maybe it's my American accent."
She cleared her throat, and starting speaking in a British accent.
"As far as I remember, the last time we met you promised me a rematch."
Nate's eyes widened as he remembered.
"Fine, but the next time I see you, we're going at it again."
"Stacey?" He asked with widened eyes.
"The one and only."
She was older now, her hair was different, and her all black uniform was far different from the Templar one she had worn 22 years ago… but it was her alright. Or, at least, from what he could remember of her face from their last brief meeting.
"So… you came for your rematch?" Nate asked. "Well, you won, just get it over with and kill me already."
He dropped his head to the right and prepared. She grabbed his head and leaned it back towards her as she pressed the gun to the side of his head, and pulled the trigger. But nothing happened, just the sound of a distinct, click.
She started laughing as she got off of him and threw the gun away. He stood up looking at her.
"What the hell is so funny?" He asked. "Where is my family!?"
He threw a punch and she side-stepped it so that he stopped and tried to turn around, but she tripped him up first.
"You're too angry to beat me this time." She replied. "But calm down, I don't know where they are."
"Then what the hell are you here for? Aren't you out of work?"
"I never worked for the Templars Nate."
"What? Then you were a mole for the Seekers?"
"No, if I was I would've broken you out. I work for a more… official… organization."
Suddenly, the door opened and Tom walked in.
"She works for the CIA Nate." He said. Nate's eyes widened as he looked at his godfather.
"The… CIA?" Nate asked.
"Yes." Stacey piped in. "Although, if I had known what you were out to do and who the Seekers were, I probably would've let you go a lot easier than I did. My objective was to advance as high in the organization as possible and try and find a weakness that I could use to bring them down."
"So you didn't want to blow your cover…"
"Exactly. Although, I suppose it was fortunate you are so good." Stacey said. "Still, I'm glad that was over. That operation sucked, I didn't get paid for it and the conditions were terrible. No operational support or anything… Mostly because if anyone found out what I was doing then the Templars probably would've cleaned house at the CIA."
"I was working under similar conditions at the SAS." Tom replied. "Hunting down an organization that can get to your bosses is rather difficult. Still, I've known Stacey for what… thirty years? I'm glad you didn't hurt her back then."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Nate asked.
"You never asked, and it wasn't important at the time."
"Why is she here now?"
"Because I'm calling in a favor." Tom replied.
"To help find Elena and Timothy?" Nate asked.
"Well… sort of. Indirectly."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"He means you need to straighten out." Stacey said. "You're in no condition right now to give chase to the people you're after. You couldn't even take me, and I was going easy on you."
"Well screw you, I can do just fine thank you." Nate replied turning around and heading towards the bar.
"I'm not asking you to cooperate Nate." Tom said frowning mournfully.
"Oh, so what is it, an order?"
"Yes." Tom said with a sigh.
"Well, why don't you try and take me somewhere old man? You're in your eighties, I would love to see you try and fight me."
"I'm not fighting anyone, Stacey came here to take you by force if you wouldn't cooperate. I… didn't expect you to."
He nodded towards Stacey and she approached Nate. He grabbed an empty bottle off of the bar and broke it in half so that it was sharp and turned towards Stacey.
"I'm not going." He said. "Now get out of my bar, both of you!"
"I'm really sorry about this Nate. But lives are at stake, and they are worth more than the time you need to cope."
"You don't understand…!" Nate yelled at him.
"Either you are angry, drunk, or just stupid… I know! I lost my wife! I just lost my Niece to! But there are more important things at stake here, and our feelings can wait for later! At least you have the advantage of someone telling you that things have to be done, otherwise you would just sit and rot here while your family suffers."
"I'm all of those things…" Nate replied letting his improvised weapon falter a bit. "I'm a failure."
"We talked about this earlier, it wasn't your fault."
"It doesn't matter what you say! It doesn't change what I'm feeling inside! I let my daughter die! I let my family get kidnapped! How am I supposed to help them?"
"By enduring Nate! By picking yourself up, cleaning yourself off, and doing what has to be done. Your life is still important to, and without that, all you'll do is go and get yourself killed… and then what's your family going to do? Is your son going to grow up without his father?"
"My life isn't important. I go… I don't go… it won't change the outcome. I'm useless. My son deserves better than me."
"Enough, this isn't going anywhere." Stacey said stepping towards Nate again. He raised his weapon.
"Stay away from me. Why can't you just leave me alone?" He asked.
"You already know the answer to that one Nate." Tom said.
"Yea, I do, but I don't understand it."
As he said this though, he took his attention off of Stacey, and she was able to deliver a swift kick to the bottle in his hand, sending it flying before spinning in the opposite direction for a downwards swipe kick. He caught her leg in his hand though and lifted it up. Instead of falling though, she switched to a handstand and locked her legs together on top of Nate's arm before twisting it so that he would let go.
When he did she back flipped back onto her feet and assumed a combat stance. He threw another drunken punch and she side-stepped before punching him across the face. While he was disoriented, she spun him around and kicked him on the backside and over the bar. He groaned as he stood up, but he smiled as he realized she had given him an opportunity.
He grabbed beer bottles, plates, cups, and anything else he could reach and started throwing it at her. She weaved to dodge the flying objects while Tom hid behind a corner.
"Enough of this." She finally said. She grabbed a plate out of the air and sent it flying back at Nate. This forced him to duck as she rushed forward and leapt over the bar. He stood back up, blocking as she punched him. She then threw a kick dead center towards his crossed arms. This was a mistake, he dropped his arms a bit and caught her foot between them.
He then threw it upward, making her fall backwards off of her feet.
"Ouch!" She said as Nate climbed on top of her and held her down.
"Here we are again." Nate said.
"Not going to be as easy this time, I came prepared."
Suddenly, she cut at his leg with a knife in her hand causing him to jump up.
"Aren't you supposed to take me alive?" He asked.
"Good point…" She said frowning at the knife before throwing it away. Realizing that he had the advantage here, she grabbed a beer bottle from the bar and threw it at up, forcing him to back off. Then, she ran forward and kicked him hard. This sent him flying out of the bar and onto the floor rolling. Then, she pulled out a Taser gun.
"Ah crap." Nate said. He quickly ran for the fire exit out in the alley out back. She fired the Taser gun but missed as he sprinted outside. There was a sound of opening doors as he looked around, but he barely noticed as he ran towards the front. As he rounded the alley corner though, an arm suddenly leapt out and he was clotheslined by Tom. This sent him flying downwards onto his back.
Tom grunted in pain and rubbed his arm as Nate stood up, but as he got back to his feet, cold metal pressed into his neck and suddenly all he knew was pain.
"Not so fast cowboy." Stacey said as he fell to the ground in pain. "Geez, he's still a handful."
"Sorry…" He said. Then he looked at his godson. "Sorry about this to."
"I'm not." Stacey piped in.
"What…?" Nate asked. But suddenly, Stacey kicked him in the head hard and he blacked out.