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Chapter Five: Captured
"Kurtis!" He was nowhere in sight. I called his name again, drawing my pistols. I heard the sound of heavy breathing, and a slowly turned on my heel. I saw a man, probably a mercenary, adorned in a gas mask and protective clothing.
"End of the line, sweetheart." I realised that he had the dagger in his hand… and in the other, a grenade of some sort. He pulled the trigger, and dropped it in front of me. It started releasing some sort of green gas, as I watched in horror. I turned to run, but he grabbed me by the arm. He was about a foot taller than me! I tried to hold my breath, but he soon realised and brought a heavy leg to my stomach, knocking the air out of me. One more blow to the head secured me to the floor, and I directly breathed in the poisonous gas.
(Kurtis' POV)
"Oi, you. Get up!" A strong French accent bellowed. I sat up, my eyes quickly adjusting to the lack of light. My head throbbed painfully and my stomach pulsed with fear. I don't think I'll ever be able to handle French accents after all this. My body felt bereft, for some reason; hold on, they'd stripped me of my weapons. Great.
"I said, get up!" The voice yelled again.
"Give us a minute, mate." I grunted.
"Get up!" A loud and forceful bang split the otherwise damp and silent air. I took a few shaky steps forward, all the while observing my surroundings. I saw a thick green mould of some kind creeping up the walls. The floor was not much better. My clothes stuck to me, and I heard rain coming heavily down outside. Where was I? Where was Lara?
(Lara's POV)
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Lady Lara Croft herself." A familiar voice cackled.
I was slouched uncomfortably against the cold metal bars of a cage.
"Well, well, well… If it isn't…." I squinted through the darkness, trying to make out who stood before me.
"Jacqueline Natla?"