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Darkness ensued for sometime and my mind was left wandering. Where we were, I didn't know. Where they were taking us, once again, I didn't know. I didn't even know if Nate was with me or not, which frightened me further. I kept creating scenarios in my head on how to escape, none ended too well for me. Back to the drawing board. During mid thought, the truck I was in hit what felt to be a big pothole and sent me flying forward and then back again, causing me to bang my head against the steel wall of the truck. I wanted to rub my head after the collision, but my hands were tied by a scratchy rope tightly knotted around my wrists. So much for easing my growing headache. I sat unmoving against the wall until suddenly the truck stopped. Looks like we are here already. I was dragged out by the arm and then my face connected with concrete, causing me to scrap off skin from my cheek.

I was pulled from the ground and then pushed forward on an unknown path that lied before me. I soon found myself strapped to a chair by more scratchy rope. Lucky me. I tried shaking of the restraints, but they were tightly knotted in place. I let out a huff and began to think of ways to get out of here. Suddenly I heard a muffled cry and then the sound of fighting. Then there was silence.

I heard a creak and then a click which sounded like the door that I remember stumbling through when the men took me here. Suddenly the world around me became visible as the bag was lifted from my head. "Hello, Ms. Croft. Such a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." Abílio said with a slight accent. Surprisingly, as he continued to talk, he was rather good at English. "Now, if you would be so kind, Ms. Croft, where are the stolen diary pages and Afonso de Albuquerque's ring?" He asked inching closer to my face. I thought back to when Sully had showed be the diary pages, but I never remembered him having a ring. I took the diary pages from Sully and had placed them in my safe hidden in my closet. I decided to keep my mouth shut, we needed to keep the pages away from these men.

"Oh come on, Lara, tell me." He said with a sickly-sweet smile. His breath reeked of alcohol as he inched even closer to me, causing me to gag. He just laughed and motioned for one of his men to come over to him. He whispered something in his ear and the man left. I was all alone with this man. God damn it. He walked towards me with something hidden in his hand. The air suddenly left my body as soon as I felt a fist hit my side. I gasped for air as he hit me three more times. "Where is it?!" He yelled losing all his patience. "Go..to...hell." I said between breaths. He slapped me, and then got close to my face again and smiled. I didn't like the closeness of his face to my own, so I took advantage of his minute of vulnerability. I spit in his eyes, which wasn't my best move. I was then greeted by a pissed off, crazy man with a knife to my throat. Great job, Lara, well thought out, I told myself.

"Damn it, tell me where it is!" He pressed it further into my neck. My gaze drifted to the man before me who held my life in his hands. I took a short breath and looked towards the ceiling attempting not to move an inch. I prayed that I could get out of this situation without divulging any secrets, but the way this conversation was heading, I wasn't sure I would be able to hold my tongue much longer. He stepped back and began to pace back and forth. Then he came back towards me, knife outstretched and then placed the blade on my forearm and sliced it. Blood began to drip out from the gash. He repeated this process several times on both of my arms causing me to hiss in pain. I wanted to scream, the pain began to grow as the cuts multiplied. My vision began to fade, and my eyes began to droop. Before I drifted into unconsciousness, I saw Abílio leave the room.

I jolted up in my chair, causing me to gasp in pain as the fresh wounds opened at my sudden jerky movement. Each gash had blood oozing from within, and I was afraid I was losing too much blood because each cut was rather deep. I tried to calm my breathing as the pain began to increase. I looked towards the door and saw a shadow slink by and then the door opened slightly. A man walked in silently and shut the door quickly. Nate.

I left out a heavy breath as he rushed over to me after he made sure no one was coming. "Lara! We need to find a way out of here and..." He stopped mid sentence and looked me over. Concern soon filled his eyes as he saw my bleeding gashes that covered my arms,and my puffy face. He cut my restraints off and helped me stand. Who knew just standing up would cause me to lose so much stamina. I wobbled for a moment and then focused all my energy on escaping, I would worry about my cuts later. He crept out the door first and I soon followed. We snuck down the hall, and reached the door that lead to the back stairwell. My heart was racing we were almost out of this place, where ever that may be. But that was something for us to worry about after we escaped.

Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, the exit door was not too far away. No problems so far, but we weren't out of this yet. I silently prayed, hoping that we would make it out without a fight. But unfortunately things were never easy. Standing by the door were two burly men, each holding SMGs. "Great. You take the one on the left and I got the one on the right." Nate said and than sprung into action. I watched him move towards the man, and I soon followed his lead. I looked over to Nate and he looked back at me. At the same time, we grabbed the men from behind. I wrapped my slender arm around the man's large neck and pulled him backwards, tightening my hold to cut off his airways. He began to choke and gasp for air, which encouraged me to pull tighter. He soon fell to the ground in a heap. I looked over to Nate to see he was staring at me with a smirk painted on his face. "Took you long enough." He said grinning. "You could have helped, instead of standing and laughing." "I didn't want to take you away from all the fun younwere having." He said snidely so I got up and pushed past him to open the exit door. The moment my feet him the asphalt, I sprinted towards the woods nearby, with Nate following close on my trail. He grabbed my arm to stop me, causing me to twist back towards him.

"What are you doing? We have to keep moving, unless you want to get caught." I spit out, this was no time to stop. "Running around, not knowing where you are going isn't going to help us. We need to figure out where we are." He said with a serious tone. What happened to Nate? He used to be the type of guy to think on his feet, not plan ahead. I looked at him strangely, but decided he was right, it was better to know what to do in advance rather than aimlessly run around in circles.

"Alright, so what's the plan?"


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