-1High above South American rain forests, Lara sat in a chopper with the map spread over her lap.
"I don't get it," she said with a frown.
"What's troubling you?" replied Dean.
"It's just that…" Lara crossed her legs and combed back long fronds of hair with her fingers, " the coordinates on the map have lead us here but…" She glanced out the window, "there's nothing but forest."
"What were you expecting to find?"
"A tomb or temple perhaps. My theory is that the sailors in the painting discovered such a place and robbed it of its ceremonial treasures. The map was made by them so that they can return for the riches they couldn't carry with them on their first journey. I can assume the key is still there if they didn't find any value in it."
"And they hid the map in the painting to avoid competition from other explorers," said Dean thoughtfully.
"Precisely. But I don't know how anyone back then could have found such a place in a forest so dense." Dean leaned his head against the window, gazing out at the lush green.
"Well we are talking about five centuries of vegetation growth. Landscapes change, Lara," he said.
Lara thought a moment before asking the pilot to lower the chopper as much as he could. With that, she threw open the side door and stood with her sonar device in her hand. The signal was weak, but from the digital map that appeared on the sonar, Lara noticed a raised area of ground beneath the chopper.
"I think you're right, Dean," she said, "We are supposed to be here."