Three Months Ago

Flying over the great country of Zimbabwe was an Embraer Legacy 600 jet. On board was at least ten people and every single one of them was a fully initiated member of Trinity. The leader of the group was a man named Jankovic, who was cunning as he was ruthless. He was a handsome man with curly black hair and 'delicate' hazel eyes. He was tall and had smooth skin. He sat in one of the very clean white seats while his teammates sat in the other seats. Two of his men, Ivan and Ivar assumed the role of the pilot and copilot respectively.

"Look alive gents. Once we hijack this plane, we will finally open that bottle of champagne." Jankovic tell his friends. All of the Trinity soldiers, including himself, wore the standard Trinity outfit: black jackets with boots and gloves, body armor and silver pants. At least two of the soldiers wore the trademark balaclava. One of the men-Bank-moved forward and towards the side door. Bank was the second-in-command of the group and he and Jankovic worked good as a team. Jankovic and Bank opened the side door and gazed outside. Because the plane was nonpressurized, being sucked out of the plane, was nothing to worry about at all. "Remember, we must recover that intel by any means necessary." Jankovic reminds not only Bank, but his entire team.

In the cockpit, Ivan was using his radio to call in the supreme commander. The person who runs Trinity itself. "Tango 0-0, we have visual on Oscar-Bravo, awaiting orders, over." Then he heard a voice. "Roger that sir. Frequency is secure, I repeat, frequency is secure." The Trinity leader gives them the go-ahead to initiate the operation. "Roger that Tango 0-0, this Alpha-Hotel-Zulu signing off, over."

Jankovic had heard the radio conversation on his own radio and smiled. He turns back to one of his men and holds out his hand. "Slavik, hand me the spear gun."

The young soldier steps forward with a spear gun in his hand and thrusts it to Jankovic. Bank then asked for a spear gun and the female soldier of the group named Ciernik handed one to him.

Jankovic and Bank watched eagerly as a very light jet began to materialize from the clouds. Both men knew that this was their objective. Before the day started, the Trinity leader had intercepted a phone call between MI6 agents in England and MI5 agents in Zimbabwe. Apparently, MI5 had recovered some kind of evidence leading to a mysterious artifact that can grant immortality and Jankovic and his entire team were the first sent on the line to retrieve the information, which is on that very light jet.

As soon as the Trinity jet was close enough, Jankovic and Bank fired a spear each into the very light jet beside them. The claws bit into the plane life fangs just before Jankovic and Bank attached the ends of the ropes to metallic chains implanted in the floor.

"That went better than expected." Jankovic says to his second-in-command.

"I hear that boss." Bank then watches as the very light jet tries to take off but is unable to. Those ropes sure are sturdy.

In the aisle, the Trinity soldiers looked eagerly out the window to see what was going on. A pair of twin soldiers named Novak and Kovak actually scooted to the open side door to get a closer look, but Jankovic and Bank told them to back off.

"Too many people standing close to the door." Jankovic begins. "We could fall out of this plane. We are forty-one thousand feet from the ground."

Out of sheer curiosity, Bank looked down at the ground. He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach, he did not expect to be that high in the air.

"Tell the pilots." Jankovic orders to Novak. Novak hustles to the cockpit and shouts at the pilots.

"Initiate the electromagnetic pulse."

Ivan and Ivar nod and press a red button labeled 'Do Not Push'. A shockwave of energy is shot out of the plane and the very light jet loses altitude and falls toward the earth, but due to the massively strong spears that pierced it, it went suspended with the Embraer Legacy 600 above.

Satisfied, Jankovic and Bank close the side door and return to their seats, do does the twins. Putting on their gas masks, Jankovic, Bank, Ciernik, Novak and Kovak planned on rappelling into that plane and retrieve the information themselves. "Time for some fun." Jankovic tell his men. "Remember, it's like a video game. Only difference is our lives are really in danger."

The young soldier named Slavik pressed a button on the wall and a door began opening on the floor. Slavik and the other three soldiers buckled up and put on their oxygen masks. Things were going to get real dicey and it was not going to be fun. "Good luck." One of the soldiers shout.

"Thanks Zima, we may need it." Jankovic said as he hooked a rope to himself and jumped down the hole in the floor, followed by the four others. Wind had violently struck them but they were unfazed and unfrightened by it. The very light MI5 jet was within reach, but they had to act fast. The EMP charge that they shot at them would only last for three minutes and one minute and forty-five seconds have already passed.

Reaching for the door to the MI5 jet, Novak and Kovak use all their strength to rip it off and allowing Jankovic to crawl inside. At least three passengers were hanging on for dear life. Three MI5 agents and only one pilot. From what his boss told him, the highly sensitive information would be in a silver suitcase and would be handcuffed to a man. This just happened to be his luck because the first agent that flew towards him had a suitcase handcuffed to his wrist. Jankovic reaches for him and grabs him by the belt. He yanks him backwards and both men went flying out the very light jet. If it wasn't for the rope, then the two would have fallen to their deaths.

Up above in the plane, Slavik and the soldiers watched as their teammates performed some insane Mission: Impossible moves. They even cheered for their comrades.

After being sucked out the plane, Jankovic held onto Suitcase Man by the wrist just as one of the MI5 agents inside the plane had been sucked out. Jankovic watched as the agent fell thousands of feet to his death. It was sight that satisfied him. Bank and Ciernik swing over and restrain Suitcase Man just as Novak and Kovak order for Slavik to hit the button to bring them back up.

As they ascended back into the plane, Slavik and Zima cut the ropes on the spear guns and threw them out the plane. Because the EMP was still activated, the very light MI5 jet fell forty-one thousand feet to the ground. Suitcase Man watched the plane fall and winced in horror. The plan that Jankovic had orchestrated, had resulted just as he had predicted.

Several minutes have passed and right now, the Suitcase Man was in the Trinity jet and being tortured by the two most sadistic members of the group, Ciernik and Kovak.

Zima was working on the combination with Bank while one of the soldiers radioed in on their supreme commander. "Tango 0-0, this is Tango 1-7, we have the suitcase, over."

Ciernik stabs the man in the gut with a knife and drags it across his stomach, spilling his guts, literally. "What is the combination?" She demands, but he remains tight lipped. "Son of a bitch." She got so furious, that she kicked open the side door and hung him out the window. They weren't flying over Zimbabwe, but over Mozambique. The ground was still forty-one thousand feet below them.

"I got it open." Zima says happily as he and Bank tear through mountain of papers that have been shoved inside. At the bottom, they found one document that was labeled as 'Crown' and they began reading it. Jankovic snatched the document away and read it himself. His blank expression turned into a large smile with wide eyes.

"Sir, what do you want us to do with this guy?" She asks but she gets no answer. Jankovic was too busy was reading the document. She then got the impression that Suitcase Man was no longer need, so she and Kovak literally kicked him out and to his death. The two close the door and return to their seats.

"Lady and gentlemen, what we have uncovered is something worth celebrating over." Jankovic announces. "Ivan, Ivar!" He shouts at the cockpit. "You know the usual, land us in the ocean."

This was standard Trinity protocol. Usually when an operation in the air has ended, then the Trinity soldiers would ditch the plane as a way of riding any evidence of Trinity. Novak, Kovak, Zima and 1-7 already pulled out a raft that was big enough for all ten people (plus the pilots) to fit in.

Several minutes have passed since they crashed their jet with intent in the middle of the ocean with Madagascar being not too far off shore. All ten soldiers were in the emergency raft and were drifting out to sea. Jankovic still held the document in hand, with a backpack in the other.

Sitting next to each other, Slavik and Ivar stared into the water with an uneasy feeling. Slavik was very concerned about the water which they were drifting off in. "Hey Ivar, did you by any chance, see that article about some shark spotted in this water?"

"You mean a Megalodon, of course I did." Ivar looked into the deep blue water, searching for any signs for predators. "Hey Jankovic, we should probably get out of here. There was a news article that said that a Megalodon was spotted in this ocean."

"You two dimwits worry too much." Novak says.

"I am so glad I brought some glasses with us." Jankovic says as he pulls out at least ten champagne glasses and handed one to each person. "Finding a file that proves that the legendary of Crown of Immortality existence is certainly something to celebrate about." He pulls out a large bottle of champagne with a spade in the center. He pours everyone a cup before pouring one for himself. "This is the Ace of Spades champagne. I have been saving it for two years. It cost me ten thousand dollars in cash." He raises his glass with a huge smile on his face. "To Trinity."

"To Trinity." The other announce before the clink. The champagne taste like paradise. It was so worth the ten thousand dollars in cash that he paid for.

"Now, this file says that someone named Ben Wheldon can help us with our search for the Crown. He and Lara Croft herself." Jankovic continues. "If we want to be immortal, we need these two to help find the crown for us. I know nothing about this Wheldon character but I do know that Lara is in London right now. What say we go pay her a visit?"

"I'm with you boss. If it means living forever." Zima says happily.

Ivar, Novak, Kovak and Slavik were getting dirty thoughts as to what they were going to do with Lara once they captured her. It was good news for them and bad news for her. That is the main reason why the four were smiling.

"Unfortunately, we do not have a photo of this Ben Wheldon, but we could probably use Croft to find him and then the two can help us find the biblical crown." The others nod in agreement but not Slavik nor Ivar. They were pointing at something in fear.

"Guys, what is it?" Ciernik asks.

"Megalodon." Slavik whispers. "MEGALODON!" He points at a shark fin swimming towards them. Ivar yells in horror and reaches for his gun. The others began using the paddles to get away.

"GO AWAY!" Slavik shouts in horror at the incoming dorsal fin. "GO AWAY!"

It was indeed a Megalodon that attacked them and they barely escaped with their lives, they were the lucky one. It was an experience that none of them was ever going to forget: Surviving a Megalodon attack.

Ben Wheldon

Born: January 1, 1992 (24), London, England

Hair: Brown

Eye: Amber

Height: Six-foot-two

Weight: Two hundred

Nationality: British

Relatives: Unnamed mother and father

Biography: Ben Wheldon was born in London, England. Both his parents were school teachers in archeology and Ben had picked up his parent's keen interest in archeology. He is self-taught in history and knows at least two dozen languages, ancient and modern and is a black belt in Taekwondo and Wushu and proficient in the Bo Staff and Sais. Ever since the death of his parents, he lived with his uncle and attended Oxford University at the age of fifteen. When he graduated with a Master's Degree, he continued his mother and father's work in searching for the Crown of Immortality. Aside from Lara Croft, he is number one on Trinity's hitlist.