Ah, the woods of Belarus... It's a dangerous country...in more ways than one.
Alone, a brown bear leans his back against a tree...and gets to scratching. In his mind, mambo music plays in the background, as he does this. He's VERY fervent, while doing this. But then, who could blame him?
He sheds dandruff, or what not, from his fur. It gets mixed in with the flowers' seed, that transports itself through the air, in search of bare and irrigated ground to settle on. Poor guys; many of them may die in infancy. But with luck, there are some nutrients in that bear's dandruff that just might help it along, in case infanticide isn't its destiny...
It takes a while...but the bear does tire. He lands on all fours, and lumbers away.
As he lumbers, he causes spent flowers in his path to shed their seeds. It seems that more than dandruff comes from his fur, after all...
He hears something in the trees. He stops, and listens. He waits. There's no re-announcement. So, he keeps lumbering forth...
From the shadows of the forest canopy, a .338-caliber rifle flashes its muzzle's light, and rocks its recoil. Everything freezes around the bullet, as it flies through the air, right into the bear's shoulder, and out the other end. Part of it explodes, when it's halfway through his chest.
Through the canopy, a grappling hook, attached to a rope, flies and lassos itself around a tree branch. From the canopy's shadows a Scottish athlete in a turquoise tank-top and short brown shorts swings to the ground, right next to where the bear lies dead. She whips a smartphone from her utility belt, and darts around in circles, flashing photos of her kill...
In the skies over the forest, a mega-robot flies, to attend to her. It's always unclear, as to how the hell it ever gets past Belarus's border defenses...
Lara presses a button, and sends her trophy's photos back to her study at Croft Manor. Sometimes, she gets a warning message in exchange, warning her that the message box she's trying to send the photos too is too full to take any more photos.
"Well, THAT'S just insulting," she says, in a hot British accent. "You insinuate that I'm dead!"
The mega-robot arrives, and lands with thunder. Lara stands in his awesome presence, not sure what to expect next... Or at least, superficially...
The robot opens a compartment in his chest. From it, he extracts a tripod. He throws it to Lara.
Lara sets it up, puts the smartphone on it, and puts it on a timer. She rushes to the bear, collects its neck in her bare arms, and hugs it, while barely smiling for the camera.
The smartphone's camera flashes, and its shutter clicks. With luck, that photo won't be the straw that breaks her message box's camel's back.
The mega-robot transforms...into a tool kit for skinning. Lara takes what she needs, and field-dresses the bear on the spot. It's a messy job...but then, so is being a part-time merc.
The kit also cleans her tools for her. It's also got a bin where she can wash her hands, when she's done. Lara's programmed it to not offer it to her until she orders it to; otherwise, its presence will tempt her to over-soil it with every toxic cell in that bear's body.
The mega-robot stashes away the field-dressing kit, and presents a large compartment. One bag at a time, Lara throws the bear's excess parts into it.
With that done, the mega-robot takes over. He bags up the bear, slings it to himself, turns on his thrusters, and flies away.
Like a little bug among dandelions, Lara waves up at it, smiling. With one mere hand movement, the robot waves back. Up here, all he's got to worry about is getting the bear past Belarus's border security...
Alone again, Lara continues her hunt. She almost brought an eight-gauge shotgun with her...but decided that was too strange. She also almost brought a ten-cam compound bow with her...but again, decided that was too much.
At least she's also brought a pair of .357-caliber pistols. They're a bit more powerful than her rifle, but not as good with long-range shots.
One time, Lara's aware, someone dared invent a .260 bolt-action pistol with a scope. Lara STILL doesn't quite understand...
Her thoughts are interrupted, when she meets a man in the forest. He stands very tall; taller than Laura. He's a mountain. And he's made entirely of organic titanium-steel.
Lara freezes, of course. Crius only looks down upon her, and places his hands on his hips...
"Well," Lara remarks, fixing her hair. "This is certainly more than what I initially bargained for, when I came out here to hunt!"
Crius roars, and throws a punch at her. She leaps to dodge it. His titanium fist hits a tree, and causes it to fall down way too close to Lara.
Now, the fight is on. And for Lara, the much bigger struggle to survive is...never mind all of those reckless TV shows about hunting bears, where the hunter gets the bear to charge them...