*A/N: I didn't get any reviews telling me to keep the story... so, I
figured, what the hell, might as well write some more, for me more than
anyone else. If anyone likes this story, please tell me... I don't wanna
write a whole bunch and have no one read... That's no fun. Anywho, Here's
the next chapter, and I'm sorry it took me so long to upload it!
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Any moment now, the first "wave" of troops would invade the Croft Manor, and Lady Croft would suffer a gruesome death. This thought brought hope to many, but to others, it only brought more fear.
Peter had no describable expression on his face. It was blank, and nothing more was to be said. His arms, limp at his side, were white, just as his face. His legs were like pudding beneath him, and they threatened to drop him to the ground, right then and there. But a thought came into Margin's head. 'This must be what I was meant for. This one task will save the world, and I will always be remembered for it! God has shown me my way, and I must accept it.' With newfound strength, Peter nodded and ran over to the troops, waiting to be called upon.
While he waited, Peter watched the first invaders quietly make their way onto the roof of the manor. They were so agile, like a flower dancing on the wind. Only these flowers were of death, and not sweetness and life. These flowers had thorns that could kill, and Peter could do nothing about that. Margin was left in a daze as he watched the men in their black uniforms scale the height of the huge building. He watched them position themselves exactly where they had discussed in training. 'Soon,' Peter thought, 'Croft will be dead.'
Vladimir motioned his hands to signal the troops to move out. The men deployed to their stations, and awaited their Commander's orders. Vlad scanned his eyes over the huge army. This would be the downfall of Croft; he could taste it. Row after row was stationed by the front door. When one group needed backup, the next line would move forward, and so on. This army was unstoppable! Even the clever Lady Croft would not be prepared for this type of invasion. All was well for the moment, and then Vlad gave the signal.
Vlad watched as his men dove through the glass ceiling, hearing the shattering that occurred. He heard the leader of the team buzz in over the radio, "No sign of Croft, sir." He smiled to himself. Maybe this was going to be even easier than he had thought. "Good. Have the men split up and find that amulet! Don't leave until it is in your possession! Any sign of Croft- kill her. Over and out." Vlad crossed his arms over his chest and inhaled deeply. He narrowed his eyes and whispered, "It's doomsday, Croft."
Jack let his eyes dart quickly from one corner to another. He didn't trust this house; he didn't trust it at all. He had never met this "Croft", but he heard that she was a fox. Deadly, no doubt, but nevertheless, a fox. His black goggles shaded his eyes from the morning light, which helped a bit, but he wished he could take them off. They were making him sweat, and he needed to stay focused. From his position on the ground, he could see just about everything; if Croft was here, he would see her first.
Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded above them and everyone looked toward the banisters. Croft! One man, hanging from the ceiling now dangled there...limp. Jack shrugged it off and ordered the other four men to follow. Croft was his. Quickly, they all ran up the long staircase, turning as a unit to observe their surroundings. Bullets were heard, and all five men turned, aiming at their target. But she was gone, and Jack heard two loud thumps behind him as he ran. Two of his friends were dead. 'No time to think of that now, Jack! You've got to get Croft. Kill her!' Jack, and the other remaining two assassins followed Croft into the heart of her manor. They knew that she was armed, but they were many, while she was one. So what if some of them died. It was for the greater good... right?
Jack cursed as he lost sight of Croft again and again. If he knew this house better, she would be dead by now. But she had the advantage, and he needed to make the best of it for him. Besides, who didn't like a nice game of cat and mouse? Jack heard more loud thumps of footfalls behind him, and he knew his backup had increased. Croft was in for it. He could tell she was near, and he couldn't wait to kill her. Suddenly Jack was pulled down to the ground; he hit his knees, hard. A single blast was heard above him, and then soft footsteps that ran in the other direction. "What the hell was that?" Jack got up and dusted himself off. "Croft, Mr. Pryer. She's gotten Jimmy." He listened to his comrade's light Irish accent and sighed. Maybe this was going to be harder than he had thought.
Silently, Pryer and his team made their way through the twisting hallways, stopping before every intersection. They couldn't be too careful; Croft could be anywhere. Ten minutes had gone by, and she had surprised them many times by shooting down some of their best men... most of their men actually. Now only three of them remained; but hope still lingered. Stealthily, they tiptoed through the corridor, listening for any type of movement. There! They all fired at the shadow that darted down the hall. They were hot on Croft's tail; nothing could stop them now! Still, they tiptoed. All was silent, and they wanted to keep it that way. She wouldn't dare shoot down a hallway if she wasn't sure if people were down there, lest she give away her spot. Pryer thought he had already figured Lara out, but who really has?
The corner they saw her disappear behind was two feet in front of them. Jack counted on his fingers and in unison, the assassins all leapt into the hall. Nothing. Nothing was there. There was no sign of Croft at all. 'But this is a dead end...' Jack silently gasped. He didn't like this at all. Suddenly, he saw Croft leap out of an alcove and fire at the two men in front of him. He barely even had time to look at his murderer. But from what he saw, his comrades were right. Lara Croft was a fox.
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*A/N: Soooooo... how did you like the new chapter? Pretty decent length, I'd say. Not extremely long, but what can you do? Hehe... well, please review! I'm a little review-hungry! So, as soon as a get... let's say... 2 more reviews, I'll write my new chapter! Okee dokee? Awesome... Well, cya!
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Any moment now, the first "wave" of troops would invade the Croft Manor, and Lady Croft would suffer a gruesome death. This thought brought hope to many, but to others, it only brought more fear.
Peter had no describable expression on his face. It was blank, and nothing more was to be said. His arms, limp at his side, were white, just as his face. His legs were like pudding beneath him, and they threatened to drop him to the ground, right then and there. But a thought came into Margin's head. 'This must be what I was meant for. This one task will save the world, and I will always be remembered for it! God has shown me my way, and I must accept it.' With newfound strength, Peter nodded and ran over to the troops, waiting to be called upon.
While he waited, Peter watched the first invaders quietly make their way onto the roof of the manor. They were so agile, like a flower dancing on the wind. Only these flowers were of death, and not sweetness and life. These flowers had thorns that could kill, and Peter could do nothing about that. Margin was left in a daze as he watched the men in their black uniforms scale the height of the huge building. He watched them position themselves exactly where they had discussed in training. 'Soon,' Peter thought, 'Croft will be dead.'
Vladimir motioned his hands to signal the troops to move out. The men deployed to their stations, and awaited their Commander's orders. Vlad scanned his eyes over the huge army. This would be the downfall of Croft; he could taste it. Row after row was stationed by the front door. When one group needed backup, the next line would move forward, and so on. This army was unstoppable! Even the clever Lady Croft would not be prepared for this type of invasion. All was well for the moment, and then Vlad gave the signal.
Vlad watched as his men dove through the glass ceiling, hearing the shattering that occurred. He heard the leader of the team buzz in over the radio, "No sign of Croft, sir." He smiled to himself. Maybe this was going to be even easier than he had thought. "Good. Have the men split up and find that amulet! Don't leave until it is in your possession! Any sign of Croft- kill her. Over and out." Vlad crossed his arms over his chest and inhaled deeply. He narrowed his eyes and whispered, "It's doomsday, Croft."
Jack let his eyes dart quickly from one corner to another. He didn't trust this house; he didn't trust it at all. He had never met this "Croft", but he heard that she was a fox. Deadly, no doubt, but nevertheless, a fox. His black goggles shaded his eyes from the morning light, which helped a bit, but he wished he could take them off. They were making him sweat, and he needed to stay focused. From his position on the ground, he could see just about everything; if Croft was here, he would see her first.
Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded above them and everyone looked toward the banisters. Croft! One man, hanging from the ceiling now dangled there...limp. Jack shrugged it off and ordered the other four men to follow. Croft was his. Quickly, they all ran up the long staircase, turning as a unit to observe their surroundings. Bullets were heard, and all five men turned, aiming at their target. But she was gone, and Jack heard two loud thumps behind him as he ran. Two of his friends were dead. 'No time to think of that now, Jack! You've got to get Croft. Kill her!' Jack, and the other remaining two assassins followed Croft into the heart of her manor. They knew that she was armed, but they were many, while she was one. So what if some of them died. It was for the greater good... right?
Jack cursed as he lost sight of Croft again and again. If he knew this house better, she would be dead by now. But she had the advantage, and he needed to make the best of it for him. Besides, who didn't like a nice game of cat and mouse? Jack heard more loud thumps of footfalls behind him, and he knew his backup had increased. Croft was in for it. He could tell she was near, and he couldn't wait to kill her. Suddenly Jack was pulled down to the ground; he hit his knees, hard. A single blast was heard above him, and then soft footsteps that ran in the other direction. "What the hell was that?" Jack got up and dusted himself off. "Croft, Mr. Pryer. She's gotten Jimmy." He listened to his comrade's light Irish accent and sighed. Maybe this was going to be harder than he had thought.
Silently, Pryer and his team made their way through the twisting hallways, stopping before every intersection. They couldn't be too careful; Croft could be anywhere. Ten minutes had gone by, and she had surprised them many times by shooting down some of their best men... most of their men actually. Now only three of them remained; but hope still lingered. Stealthily, they tiptoed through the corridor, listening for any type of movement. There! They all fired at the shadow that darted down the hall. They were hot on Croft's tail; nothing could stop them now! Still, they tiptoed. All was silent, and they wanted to keep it that way. She wouldn't dare shoot down a hallway if she wasn't sure if people were down there, lest she give away her spot. Pryer thought he had already figured Lara out, but who really has?
The corner they saw her disappear behind was two feet in front of them. Jack counted on his fingers and in unison, the assassins all leapt into the hall. Nothing. Nothing was there. There was no sign of Croft at all. 'But this is a dead end...' Jack silently gasped. He didn't like this at all. Suddenly, he saw Croft leap out of an alcove and fire at the two men in front of him. He barely even had time to look at his murderer. But from what he saw, his comrades were right. Lara Croft was a fox.
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*A/N: Soooooo... how did you like the new chapter? Pretty decent length, I'd say. Not extremely long, but what can you do? Hehe... well, please review! I'm a little review-hungry! So, as soon as a get... let's say... 2 more reviews, I'll write my new chapter! Okee dokee? Awesome... Well, cya!