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Nate stood there filled with anger. Harry Flynn- the man who double-crossed him in search for the cinntimani stone and nearly killed Elena. He could never forgive him nor could he be happy that somehow he was alive. He clenched his fists and growled once narrowing his glare.
"How are you still alive?"
"Easy there mate, I wish I really could tell you my lovely story but now isn't the time."
"And why should I care? You didn't make a good choice showing up here. And how did you EVEN find me!"
Flynn raised his hands infront of him signaling for Drake to stop.
"I told you I don't have the time to tell you-"
"Tell me or I'll force it out of you!" yelled Nate as he ran at Flynn grabbing him by the shirt collar.
Flynn gazed into Drake's eyes with all the serious intention he could give.
"Because the man who hired you also hired me!"
The area fell silent. Both men continued to stare at each other as only the sound of their breathing was heard. Drake loosened his grip slightly with no chance of Flynn trying anything.
"Wha- what did you say?"
"I'm not a parrot mate. Look, like I said the man who hired you has hired me too."
Drake took his glare towards the ground having two questions going on in his mind then: How Flynn was there of course and who exactly was he dealing with for a client?
"Mate you mind letting me go? You're ruining the shirt." Interrupted Flynn.
Drake snapped out of his thoughts and released him walking away from him a couple of feet. Flynn pulled himself together brushing his arms of dirt. The outfit he wore was just plain and simple: a white short sleeved shirt with blue jeans and a choker necklace. He did though have one thing noticeable on his face: scars of burnt skin along the right side of his face and right arm from the explosion.
"Aw now look what you did you ruined my favorite shirt." Flynn said in annoyance.
"Do you know the man who hired us both?" asked Drake as he turned facing him.
"Really? After what you just did you're playing the good cop now?"
Drake glared at Flynn for his rude remark. Flynn of course sighed and swung his arms once.
"No I really don't cupcake. I got a phone call, a plane here, then poof he told me that I had to work with you on this… uhh what's it called? Moon people?"
"La Personas de la Luna and it's for their amulet." said Drake.
"Right. Right. Also, you seem to be really out of it, just a thought." commented Flynn.
Drake was really out of it because the next thing he did was look at him dumbfounded. This of course made Flynn facepalm while rolling his eyes. He then signaled Drake to follow him as he started to walk back into the village market. The treasure hunter didn't move as his fear of going berserk again.
"Wait."
Flynn stopped looking at him.
"…. How do I know you're real?"
"Come again mate?" he asked confused.
"How do I know- that you're real? I've been having all these hallucinations…"
Flynn turned walking toward him and stopped a few inches away from his face. Then he leaned in and flicked Drake on the forehead. Drake flinched rubbing his forehead.
"Ow!"
"Real enough?"
" ….Yeah."
"Good now come on you gotta catch me up on what you got, don't worry I'll hold your hand." He said as he starting walking again.
"I already tried that with Sully, no thanks." Drake replied.
" I always knew you were a cute couple." Flynn said mocking him.
Drake chuckled a little. That was Harry Flynn he knew before everything. And for some reason, for that moment Drake didn't feel the presence of his reflection, the headaches, nothing. Guess he figured that being with someone he knew kept his mind off of it. Whether he wanted to tell Flynn about what happened or not, he'd find out sooner or later.
Going down the road of the market Drake continued to explain all the research he had collected with Sully at the temple sites and from what their guide Cortez had to offer: including the attack. Flynn was listening to every little detail; truth is that was strange for Drake to see that, seeing as Flynn was slow at this job.
"Ok so while you've been trying to find out exactly where they could've possibly hidden an amulet that could still possibly be existent, you've been arguing with…yourself?"
"That pretty much sums it." replied Drake as he shrugged.
"And what this about your girl having jewelry?"
"Cortez gave it to her. Somehow it keeps me under control."
"Ah, like a dog whistle?" Flynn teased.
This only made the treasure hunter pout at the insult.
"Sorry mate couldn't resist." Flynn laughed.
As they continued walking Flynn found his gaze looking at his old rival's hair.
"Uh Drake."
"Hm? Yeah what is it?"
Flynn stopped in his tracks with Drake following who was giving him a puzzled expression. His friend scratched his chin continuing to look at his hair.
"You changed something about yourself as we walked?" Flynn asked.
"Uhh….no." Drake replied.
"Well mate you uh…your hair is really- more um, wild than I knew before."
Flynn without warning rubbed his hand through Drake's hair rapidly.
"H-hey! What are you doing!"
"Trying-to-fix-your- oh-oh dear."
Flynn pulled away only to see that he made it worse. Drake went to a stand nearby to look into a vase to see his reflection shine from the sun. It looked like static electricity went through it. He turned to see Flynn trying to hold in his laughter smiling nervously.
"Yeah, next time…Don't touch the hair!" he yelled.
"Sorry pal."
Drake looked into the reflection as he tried to return his hair back to normal. Flynn stood behind him waiting.
"Hey Drake?" He spoke.
"What is it Flynn?" Drake asked not looking back.
"There is one thing I want you to do for me now that we're working together again."
Drake soon finished fixing his hair as best he could, returning his attention to him.
"Don't mention me to your pals. At all."
Drake raised an eyebrow at the response. But then he had second thoughts: He can't simple go back to the hotel with Flynn going "Hey guys look who's alive, oh and he was hired by our same employer.". He laughed at the idea and wrapped his arm around Flynn's shoulder.
"Sure thing. Because I'm sure you wouldn't want to have an 'un-welcoming' home party. But they'll find out sooner or later." Said Drake.
"Yeah I know but just until then. In the meantime I'll be on the sideline helping you out and if trouble comes just sound the alarm."
"Whatever floats your boat Flynn. I'd better get back to the hotel before they come looking for me."
Drake took his arm down and turned into the other direction back to the hotel with Flynn waving. Somehow Drake felt that things would hopefully turn around on this mystery.
END.
