In Search For The Triangle of Light

"Professor Jones, My Hero!"

I wake up in the morning to the sound of the man I received my phone call from last night entering the room and he begins to speak. "Okay lady, it looks like you've been freed, so time to get up and get you out of here". I am relieved that Professor Jones has arrived to get me out of this place, for it means I can explain everything to him and perhaps get his help. Once my papers are all signed I see the man who returns my personal effects as well as Professor Jones. I wave to my rescuer. "Professor Jones, my hero!" The man hands me all of my tools which are still safely stowed in my backpack and my thigh holsters, but my guns are no where to seen.

"Excuse me, but where are my handguns? I don't see them here." The man looks up and starts speaking. "Well miss, you see since you were brought here on charges of the possession of firearms and you don't seem to be licensed to carry them so I had to confiscate them, which by the way this man here- he gestures to the professor- kindly paid the fine for you not having a license. Now if you want them back you must obtain a license for the weapons. Do you wish to obtain one?". I look at him and sigh. "Yes I would appreciate it very much if you could get me a license for them". He pulls out a stack of papers."Well miss, the gentlemen here took the liberty to request the papers for you and I have them right here. Now, just sign here, initial here, and sign here as well". I sign the papers. "Oh and also on this form, please state the type of weapon, the model, and the maker". I write down all of the details and the man examines them and looks at them and then looks at me. "Now miss I have the seen the weapons, and now I see the names of them and I don't believe I have ever heard of them or seen anything like them before". I curse myself, because the manufacturer is German so I wouldn't want to mention that, and the company itself was not founded until 1948 which wouldn't cut it, and the weapon itself wasn't manufactured until 1993 so I decide to make a drastic move. "The weapon is a European weapon, it's a new design." the man gives me a stare "Okay, I guess I'll go with that. Now here's your weapon and the magazine clip." I reach for it and thank him. I realize the weapon has no bullets in it but I decide not to say anything so I can just leave.

When I arrive at Professor Jones' home I feel a sigh of relief for now I can finally get some work done. We walk into the home via the front door and enter the living room. The professor gestures his hand to a seat and I take it. He walks to his own seat and looks at me with glaring eyes.

"Now miss Croft, it's time for you to talk so talk".

"Okay. I am from the future, and have come here via the triangle of light. I don't if you've heard of it or not. I did not mean to arrive here, but somehow I did. Now after the events you already know of, I am now here. Anything else you need to know?"

"Yeah, what were you doing with this triangle?"

"Well I was taking it from a man called Manfred Powell, a member of the Illuminati who intended to use it for evil, I of course being a Tomb Raider he needed me to find it and I did. I knew I would get to it first so currently he is stuck in time. But now I have lost the triangle and I need to find it again. I know where the pieces are, well at least should be and how to get them, I just need your help to do so". The professor gets up and makes himself a drink, and offers me one but I refuse politely. "Okay, I get it now. You know. You and I aren't so different". He is now sitting where he was before. "You see I happen to also be an archeologist who has a knack of running into guys like your Manfred Powell. Mine always seem to speak in a German accent, but the goal is always the same, you know world domination and all that. Now I'll help you, but under one condition. The condition is that I get a say in how we do things, because I don't want you bossing me around. I mean I have found some pretty important stuff too. Besides I'm older and wiser. You got all that?" I smile because I have finally remembered where I had heard the professors name. "Yes, I understand Professor Jones. Or should I say Indiana Jones." Professor Jones looks up from his glass astonished. "You've heard of me?" I laugh. "Of course I have, your the man who found The Knife of Cain, Noah's Ark, The Heart of the Dragon, The Sankara Stones, The Ark of the Covenant. The Holy Grail, The Staff of Moses, Atlantis, and- I stop because I realize the rest of his discoveries have yet to be discovered and it may cause some fluke in history. "Those last two were really recent so I guess you have to be from the future. Wait a minute! You were going to say more but you stopped. How many more were there?" He paused a moment and smiled, and took a sip out of his drink. "Wow, I'm still known over in the future. I can't believe it." I smiled at him. "Well I know all about your life sir, I have read your entire journal, which has been published as well as your autobiography." Jones looks up with a now more serious look compared to the happy boyish face he had before. "I can imagine I'm already dead where your from. How old am I when I die?" I think about if I should tell him, and I know I shouldn't but I knew he really wanted to know. "You pass away in 1999 at the age of 100." Jones looks at me. "How does it happen?" I look at him back. "You die peacefully in your sleep". You were in amazing health for a man your age from what I read in the paper when it happened."

Jones looks at the floor, he now grins and then begins to laugh. He leans back in he chair and looks at me again. "Well, that's good to hear. Well don't worry I won't change how I live and how I make decisions just because I know this, so don't hate yourself for telling me. Now what kind of bullets does this gun of yours take?" I look at my bag where my guns are safely stowed away. "Well they take 9mm Lugar rounds. Don't hate me." Jones laughs at this. "Don't worry about it I know your not a Nazi. I know where I can find some rounds for you. But until then I must ask, do you know how to use a .45 Colt Semi Automatic?". I almost laugh. "Of course I do. I own two at home, I used to use them before I got these." I gesture to my bag where the guns are. "Well I only have one, other gun besides that one and it's my personal weapon. I'll get the the Colt out later. So where are we headed to miss Croft?" I look at the globe he has on the table and walk up to it. I swerve it around and point to a place on the globe and tell him that's were headed. He gets up to look. "Well if Malaysia is where we need to go then lets get ready for an Asian summer. Hot and muggy."