New Orleans, Louisiana

The phone sat on Sara's bed as she packed, set to loud speaking as she waited on Victor Sullivan to pick up on the other end. She wasn't sure if the man had arrived in Italy yet, and if he had, there was a good chance the man was still awake at some bar, considering the time difference. After the fourth time of trying to reach the older male, he finally answered, his voice showing a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"Darling, what's got you so eager to talk to me?"

Sara found herself laughing at his tone. "Sorry to disturb you, but I'm coming to you. I'm booking the flights when I'm off the call."

Sullivan was silent momentarily as he thought, the background noise on his end confirming her suspicions of the man being in a bar. "Had a change of plans?"

She hummed loudly as she moved around her room, picking out pieces of appropriate clothing and some garments that might serve her well if she had to follow her brothers out into the field, such as a sturdy pair of lace-up boots. "Nate and I are coming. We need something from that auction. It's a family matter."

"And am I not family?" He retorted, sounding offended. Sullivan was right. He had been a father to Nathan, and in a way, to her also. Or at least a creepy uncle.

She sighed. "Our brother is alive, and he owes his life to some criminal who is demanding payment via Henry Avery's treasure, whom Samuel was more than happy to run his mouth off to about, and it turns out an item at that auction might hold a clue to its location." Folding up her clothes, she moved them to the duffle bag that was currently sitting on her double bed.

Sullivan was silent again, this time from sheer annoyance. He couldn't believe the ridiculousness of the situation. While Sullivan had known of Samuel's passing all those years ago, him being one of the contacts Nathan used to confirm the death, he was overjoyed for Sara and Nathan having their brother back, especially as it gave Sara a chance to know him as Nathan did. "I can only take one of you in with me."

"I know," She started, picking up her phone as she moved into her bathroom to pack her toiletries and makeup into the same bag. "Told them they have to get in another way."

"Nate has snuck in before. He can handle it. Anything you need of me?" Sullivan asked. The sound of ice clinking in a glass could be heard as he took a sip of what Sara assumed to be scotch.

"Yes." She returned to her bathroom, throwing the toiletry bag into the duffle bag and moving over to her laptop that sat on a desk shoved into a far corner of her bedroom. "I need a Versace gown for the event. Don't care about the cost, I'll send you the money. Also, arrange suits for the boys." She knew putting him in charge of the task was risky, as the man would undoubtedly buy the most revealing black-tie gown he could get. Anything to get her showing as much skin as possible for his own personal enjoyment. Part of her didn't care. Watching her brothers react to the dress, especially Samuel, would be funny. She was curious about how overprotective Samuel would be with her, especially having only just met her. While Nathan had disapproved of her somewhat revealing wardrobe choices in the past, he usually let her be. He had been gracious enough to see her punch out a groper at a bar when their sibling relationship was still new.

"Letting me know your measurements?" He rasped over the phone, his voice teasing.

"Don't play dumb, Sully. I know you already know them." She smiled, listening to him chuckle. The old womaniser had eyes, skilled enough to tell a woman's bust, waist and hip at a single glance. Sara opened the laptop and started to look at flights and hotels. "I'll message you when we arrive."

"Look forward to seeing you, darl." Sullivan offered his farewell before the line went dead, the tone letting her know the call had ended. Oh, Sullivan was very much looking forward to seeing her in what he had planned for the woman. Giving the man control of her wardrobe was like when Europe discovered gold in the Americas. It wouldn't end well. She sighed, reaching over to end the call on her end, returning to the task at hand.

Finding the earliest and fastest flights wouldn't be cheap, but Sara wouldn't let that stop her. The trio couldn't waste a single second regarding Samuel's life. She couldn't let him down. Nor could she let Nathan down. Nathan had already lost his brother once, and she wasn't about to let him feel that pain again. She quickly found the flights from New Orleans to Naples, Italy; they rented a car to drive down to Positano. Lucky for Sara, there was an extensive range of hotels to rent, giving the siblings places to hide if things went south, and with everything under her name, none would look for her brothers with her. She was a Briggs, not a Drake, after all. Sara had found it humorous that her brothers had adopted the name of Drake all those years ago after reading their mother's journal about the possibility of them being descendants of Sir Frances Drake, a famed English explorer from the era of Queen Elizabeth I. Sara wasn't sure it was true, as there were no records of Francis Drake, himself ever children despite having been married twice in his lifetime. Still, he was one of twelve children, so there was the possibility of being descended through a niece or nephew of the explorer. It was hard to track one's family lineage when one had no records of their family to go on.

Sara leaned back in her computer chair, popping her back once everything was booked. They were booked on an 11.59 am flight out of Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, with two stopped along the way to get them in at 11.10 am the day of the auction. It was the best she could do on short notice, but she decided to treat her brothers, forking out the extra bucks to get them all on first class, something she assumed none of them had experienced before. She just hoped Samuel would behave himself with his track record. From there, it was a simple hour's drive to the hotel. She picked up her phone, sending a simple text message to Nathan.

It has been arranged. Meet me at mine with Sam at 8.00 am.

All that was left was to email her boss, the owner of The Historic New Orleans Collection, that she would be taking an emergency sabbatical due to a family issue. Sara hadn't taken a single holiday or sick day since starting with them, so there should be no issues. She just hoped her assistant, Simon, could keep himself together without her there to hold the man's hand. She smiled an hour later as she was getting ready for bed after dinner when she noticed the 'read' notification next to the message she had sent her brother. Nathan would handle letting Samuel know what time to expect him, and from there, the siblings would meet at hers to head to the airport. They had four hours till their flight. Four hours to arrive, check-in, and be on their way to Nepal. Sara just hoped that everything would run smoothly, but the nervous ache in her gut told her otherwise.

When Sara awoke at 5.30 am the following day, the sound of her alarm blasted in her head as her body craved a longer sleep, despite having gone to bed early to aid in the early start. She noticed a message from Sullivan reporting to her that the dress, suits, and matching shoes had all been arranged. The wink emoji at the end made her chuckle. The old pervert had most definitely found a revealing dress for her. She wished he'd sent her a photo of it, but the man preferred to tease her. She couldn't blame him. She'd done the same thing.

Sara showered and packed the last of her things into her duffle bag, depositing the thing by her front door. It was just small enough to be a carry-on. They didn't need to worry about collecting their things from the baggage carousel, and Nathan would be doing the same based on his past experiences. Something about Samuel screamed that the man barely had enough belongings to even fit into a small bag. She was finishing up breakfast when she heard the front door lock click, and the footfalls of her brother's ended. A single glance at the clock on the wall showed it wasn't even close to 8.00 am. Instead, the boys arrived just after 7.00 am.

"Sara?" Nathan called as he came down the entryway, spotting her bag. "You good?"

"Yeah!" She yelled back to him, currently chewing on a piece of toast. Nathan chuckled when his eyes landed on her, finding the scene and sounds of her mouth full comical. She flipped him off in response. Samuel had followed in behind Nathan, looking something out of place, like the man felt he didn't belong there.

"I'll take your bag down while you finish eating. What time is the flight?" Nathan asked as he started to move back towards the front door, staring his sister a glance over his shoulder.

"11.59 am. We'll arrive in Nepal at 11.30 am." She deposited her dishes into the sink, watching Nathan leave with a nod to her, Sara's duffle bag tossed over his shoulder. Samuel stood there, looking around her apartment awkwardly, scanning the framed photos on her bookshelf.

When the two were alone, Samuel finally spoke. "You look happy in all of these." He commented, glancing back at her over his shoulder, a humorous look on his face.

Sara crossed her arms. "Because I am."

He went back to eyeing the photos over her, moving over each one slowly, taking in photos from her school years, birthdays, Christmas, graduation from Standford, and Nathan's wedding. Samuel was happy to see his brother in a few of them. "Well, you did get the taste of the good life." Samuel's comment rubbed Sara the wrong way. She wasn't at fault for the lives either of them got to live as boys. She wasn't responsible for what their father had done, for them fleeing from the orphanage, for having to steal to survive. "You uh...ever jealous you didn't get to join Nathan on his adventures, getting some of that glory for yourself?"

That hadn't been a question that Sara was expected. She quirked a brow at his back, watching him continue to check out her photos. "Miffed maybe, I felt bad that I wasn't there watching his back, but he wasn't me safe. Didn't want me getting shot." She bit, watching as the man flinched at her words. If there was a retort he wanted to make at her, he didn't say it. After a few moments, Sara spoke again. "And I would never be jealous of Nathan. I'm proud of all that he's accomplished. I'm also grateful that my name wasn't attached to his findings." Samuel turned around to face her fully, the expression on his face unreadable. She didn't know him well enough to judge it, but she couldn't tell if he was understanding towards her words or annoyed with them. Samuel opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Nathan returning.

"We all good to go?" Nathan looked between the pair, unaware of the small discretion that had transpired before he walked in.

"Yeah," Sara muttered with one last glance at Samuel. Sara had made arrangements with one of her neighbours, an elderly woman named Judith Pines, to watch over her apartment while she was away. She had also received confirmation from her employers about her sabbatical. Everything was in order on her end. "What did you tell Elena and Jameson?" She looked at Nathan as she grabbed her purse and keys.

Her brother avoided looking at her, indicating he was guilty of something. Sara raised an eyebrow at him. "Told Jameson I was handling some personal stuff. He was fine to give me some time off."

"And Elena?"

Nathan paused at the front door, sucking in his lip as he thought. Samuel and Sara stood behind him, waiting on him to move or speak. "Told her I'm handling a job for Jameson." Sara sighed, flicking her brother on the ear as she passed him, him hissing at the action. Both her brothers were idiots. She hoped it was man-brain and not genetics that caused his actions. That would be one trait she wouldn't be thrilled to inherit.

The trio had sat silently as Nathan drove them to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, Sara sitting in the backseat, with only the local radio playing some songs in between news broadcasts. It was a longish drive to the airport from Sara's apartment, with the traffic being a little bit busy due to peak morning traffic. When they finally arrived at the airport just after 9.00 am, Nathan parked his car at the overseas travel parking. Sara paid the deposit on it due to Nathan not wanting Elena to know the situation. Sara was still upset with him over the matter. Lastly, they had to check it with their bags as carry-ons. With everything under the Briggs name, both of the Drake brothers were happy with nothing being linked to them, yet when they saw that their sister had booked first-class tickets, she excused the action as her simply wanting them to have some comfort due to the crazed situation. She was correct in thinking neither man had experienced first-class travel before. They would need it for a fifteen-hour flight with two stops in between.

They got something to eat before their flight, Samuel having not had breakfast before Nathan came to get him, stopping at a fast food place. Both Sara and Nathan watched disgustedly as their eldest brother stuffed his in the utmost gross manner, burger sauce coating all over his mouth. Despite their stare at him, he didn't seem aware until Nathan threw a wad of napkins at the man. Samuel laughed as he wiped his face clean, enjoying the situation.

"Fucking gross, Sam…" Sara muttered, finishing up her fries. He shrugged at her in response.

"How long we got till the flight?" He asked, stuffing the large chuck of burger into his mouth, cheeks bulging as he chewed. Sara frowned again.

Nathan looked at his watch. "Just under two hours."

"Due to it being first-class, we'll be boarding first," Sara added. "So as long as we get to the gate about forty-five minutes before boarding, we should be good."

Samuel snorted. "Ah, the privileged upper class." Sara glared at him, ignoring his comment, while Nathan told him to knock it off. Nathan didn't need to hear them bicker the entire flight to Italy. Nor did the other passengers. Maybe introducing them hadn't been the best idea. But Sara was their baby sister; if she learned everything later, she'd never forgive him. He couldn't do that to her.

Naples, Italy

It was just after midday when their flight landed at Tribhuvan International Airport, Naples, having been some delays with the plane getting access to the runway. Sara and her brothers had spent most of the flight either sleeping or watching movies, and Samuel made himself quite familiar with the drink services in first class until Nathan had to lecture the man to stop. They didn't need him drunk for that night's heist. They all needed to be in top form for what was expected of them. Another perk the boys learned about first class was also being let off the plane first, so with their duffle bags in hand and no need to stop at the luggage carousel; they went straight to the car rental service to pick up the car Sara had arranged. It was just something simple and not flashy, as they didn't need to be doing anything to gain attention to themselves.

Once they were piled into the car, Nathan was once again driving, and Sara was in the backseat. She pulled out her phone and turned it back on, looking to see if she had any messages from Sullivan. No messages. It made sense, as she did promise to contact them when they landed.

Landed in Nepal, driving to Positano now.

She sent the message through, smiling when he was quick to respond. Sullivan must have been waiting on her, and knowing the man, he had looked into the possible flights she could have booked.

Good. Where are you all staying? I'll have everything sent to you. I will pick you up at 6.00 pm tonight.

Sara found she could always count on Sullivan for support in any form when she had first met the aging man fourteen years ago. He was quick to flirt with her, despite being Nathan's sister. Nathan even got defensive on the matter, but over time he eased up, his flirting being more playing teasing, possibly to rile up Nathan.

"Sully good?" Nathan asked from the front seat as she texted the man the hotel they would be staying at and that everything was under her name.

"Yeah." She answered, making eye contact with her brother through the rearview mirror. "Need the hotel to send this evening attire."

"Attire?" Samuel questioned, confused about what she had meant by that.

She raised an eyebrow at him, sighing. "Suits. Unless you plan on walking around inside the event as a hobo." The comment earned a retort from the man, as he turned around in his seat to swear at his baby sister. With one hand still on the steering wheel, Nathan forced his brother to rotate back and ignore his sister. "He also got me a gown."

Samuel was grumbling. His arms crossed as he stared ahead at the road, not watching to even care for anything else around him. Not like he needed to. So Nathan just let him seeth in his anger for a while.

The hour-long drive had been quiet as Nathan focused on the road, Sara focused on reading some work emails on her phone, and Samuel continued to make small sounds of annoyance every now and then, much to the displeasure of his younger siblings. Nathan was very much starting to regret introducing the two. Had he left them alone, he wondered if they would have killed each other.

Positano, Italy

It was mid-afternoon when they arrived at the small hotel. It wasn't some fancy five-star place, but it was decreet enough not for anyone to look for them there. Sara had rented two rooms, one for her brothers to share, the other just for her, but the rooms had an adjoining door so that they could share the space. Samuel had made some ill comments about the suit when he saw it, not being impressed with the idea of wearing it, but Nathan and Sara had lectured him into putting it on. Overtop, the boy had put on jumpsuits to protect the suits from dirt and dust as they made their way into The Rossi Estate. Sullivan had rung Nathan to see how the siblings were getting on. The older man had planned to secure a room inside by the ballroom, where the boys could sneak into to get inside, and that he would alert them with a signal from a light source. Due to the nature of the auction, all phones were banned on the premises.

Not long before Sullivan arrived for Sara, the boys left, needing to steal a car to drive out to the estate and slowly make their way there on foot so as not to be discovered. Sara got to trust her brothers not to get into trouble because if they did, there was a chance that neither she nor Sullivan could save them.

Sara had spent her time getting ready, making sure her makeup was as flawless as possible and that her hair was styled with enough hairspray to hold it in place, with it styled to hide the ear on the left side of her face. Sullivan had mentioned using earpieces, and the style would do well to hide that she had one on. She approached her bed, where the garment bag had been laid. She hadn't looked at the dress yet, not wanting her brothers to see it. Unzipping the bag revealed the gorgeous Versace gown inside. White floor length with a slight train, embellished cut-outs along the waist and deep-v that would show off her bosom. Sullivan picked well. The man had even provided matching shoes. She slipped the gown on carefully so as not to damage it in any way. She somehow managed to zip up the centre back. Sara admired herself in the massive mirror in the room, taking in how the gown fit her form, smiling when she found she couldn't see her underwear through the fabric and that the tapping she used to lift her breasts wasn't visible. With the final touches, she put on some white-gold diamond drop earrings to complete the ensemble. She didn't have to wait long for Sullivan to arrive at her room door.

"Knew you'd fill that dress out marvellously." He whistled at her as his eyes roamed her body. She chuckled as she rolled her eyes at the action.

"Don't act like that in front of my brother now." She lectured, grabbing a small clutch with lipstick, a compact and the hotel room keycard stored safely within. Sara closed the door behind her as he took her arm, leading her out of the hotel where his car awaited them.

"Where's the fun in that?" He jested, earning another laugh from her.