Uncharted: A Thief's Legacy

Chapter III - Coincidence? I Think Not

"Don't you think that's a little bit of a reach?" Nathan asked.

"No, I don't. How do you explain them being there on the same night, armed to the teeth, and outnumbering us ten to one? This can't be a coincidence."

"Actually, it could be. This guy's death and his collection were public knowledge. It's only been a couple of weeks since he passed away and the house was vacated. You probably just got unlucky. Besides, you said the wreck was just an accident. Completely unrelated. So, even if it was a setup, you would have gotten away if it wasn't for that." Sam looked unconvinced, but he relaxed.

"I guess you're right. It just seems fishy."

"I agree, but that stuff is behind us," Nathan said. "It's been, what, twenty years, since we've given anyone a reason to come after us."

"I just keep thinking it's my fault," Sam muttered.

"It's not," all three of the others said at the same time.

"Sam, things happen," Elena said. "Sully... he wouldn't have been there if he didn't want to be. He craved the adventure and his age never stopped him. You can't blame yourself."

"Fine, fine! Okay. I get it. I just... can't believe any of this is real. This can't be happening, not to us," Sam said.

"We always got out of anything," Nathan said quietly. "It made us feel invincible. I mean, just look at the three of us. You survived that day at the prison, by some miracle, and 'lena and I both shouldn't have made it out of Tibet but we did. Makes this so much worse."

"You know," Cassie broke in, "this probably won't help, but like, I feel like Sully would've wanted to go out like this. Not getting old and senile and dragging it out, but rather finish his life with a flourish. In the middle of the action, you know. Doing what he loved." Everyone became silent for a few moments and Cassie instinctively shrank back into her chair. Wrong place, wrong time, she thought.

"You're not wrong," Nathan said, furrowing his brow. "He was a bit of an adrenaline junkie in a way only people like us are. He always whined and bitched when I got us into a scrape, but I know he wouldn't have missed it for the world."

"Remember when the four of us were trying to get off Libertalia?" Sam said. He leaned forwards slightly, ignoring the pain in his ribs. "I could hardly keep up with him when we were running across that port town. Wish I had that much energy. I'm the same age now as he was then."

"Tell me about it," Nathan said. "And, God, I've never seen him happier than when he was being held captive in that library in the Amazon. Remember that, 'lena?" He turned to his wife. "He was having the time of his life trying to mislead those mercenaries to buy you and I some time."

"How could I forget?" Elena said, grinning. "I think sometimes he did that stuff just to see if he could get away with it. It was like a game to him."