"On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with no buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name
'Cause there ain't no-one for to give you no pain
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days, in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And a story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
You see
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name
'Cause there ain't no-one for to give you no pain
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
And after nine days, I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities, lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name
'Cause there ain't no-one for to give you no pain
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la
La la, la la-la-la
La-la, la, la, la..."
Travis sang flatly as he wandered through the desert in the middle of the night. The distant growling of an engine captured his attention to a vehicle speeding up along the dirty path he wandered along. At first, he was tense but he quickly reached the point where he was acceptant on whichever party his saviour was apart of.
Salvaged by his daughter-in-law, Travis slumped in the passenger seat as they were driven through the desert to the nearest town. They rode in dead silence until they stumbled upon a large town where they hoped to seek accommodation. Upon entering the town, they noticed folks jaywalking; pushing carts, escorting children, the elderly or taking animals out for a walk.
"We should probably ask around - see if any of the locals can point us in the right direction for a decent place to stay for the night." Travis suggested.
"Agreed." Lara nodded. "Where do you think we should begin?"
"Let's try asking the locals."
They proceeded to ask around in hopes of meeting somebody that would point them on their way. Folks weren't quite willing to provide their assistance but some were hospitable and even offered them a few locations that would benefit them the most. Not ten minutes later and they had gathered back by the car where they exchanged information.
"You okay, Lara? You've been rather distant since the Germans kidnapped us." Travis asked concerningly, pointing out the fact that she lacked her usual chatter.
She looked at him with a neutral expression that conveyed a hint of sadness; conflicted with her own thoughts in regards to her husband's intentions. Even he was troubled registering the fact that his own son betrayed him. Until another thought made him reconsider the conspiracy that he was pretending to be in cahoots with the Germans.
"I'll be fine. Let's just find ourselves a place to sleep." She responded dismissively.
When they found themselves a decent establishment, the two walked inside where they were greeted by a horrid stench and a crowd of people drinking at the bar or at separate tables whilst a band played upbeat music. Slowly, they wandered towards the bar when two patrons vacated their seats for Travis and Lara to occupy. After serving some other patrons, the barman greeted them welcomingly before they gave their orders.
"What do you think the Germans were after?" Lara asked curiously.
"I dunno, kiddo. They asked about this... specimen. A long time ago, I was apart of this research team that was tasked with studying something the Americans picked up in the Sahara Desert back in '68. Thing is... we weren't shown whatever they put in this box. But we sure as hell knew it was highly electromagnetic." Travis responded, appearing very conflicted and troubled by his own thoughts.
"So it eventually wound up in that warehouse under the watch of the U.S. government? They didn't try to weaponize it or use its properties to benefit them during the Vietnam War?"
"Don't think so. Unless they added a little touch to make their nukes attracted to enemy countries like Russia or Germany. Actually... there was one fella I heard about after the end of the Second World War - around the same time of my eighth birthday when my mom and I moved to Australia. His name was Hans Günter Lorenz - he was one of Adolf Hitler's personal treasurer during the war: but little did old Adolf know was that his treasurer was stealing his money and became a cardinal and hero in Italy. His last name originates from Latin, and like Saint Laurentius of Rome who was a deacon and Saint from Spain."
"Didn't he poison patriarch Luke Wellers?"
"Yeah. That's how he got a promotion. He was going to do the same to Pius XII but he got caught by one of the Swiss Guards and ended up getting crucified for it. Anyway... Hans' son, Günter, grew up to be quite the archaeologist... before he went missing in Peru. I tried looking for him myself, but things were tighter back then."
"You think there's something in Peru that you've missed?"
Travis nodded his head as he gulped down his glass of whiskey.
Lara leaned over a little and spoke in a hush voice. "Don't look, but there's a couple of German stooges watching us from the other side of the bar."
"What? How can you tell?" Travis perked up.
"When they ordered a couple of Erdinger Kristall's - the kind of beer you drink on a hot day, especially for bikers."
"Now I see one of the reasons why my son married you. I'm going to take the bigger one, you take the smaller one. Once things get hot, you head straight for that car and you get the hell out of here. Don't wait for me. Jessica will meet you at the airstrip."
"No. We're in this together, Travis."
"This is not up for discussion."
The two men dressed loosely in suits got up from their seats and approached Lara and Travis on either side of the two. Their demeanour plagued their appetite when they addressed them with gruff, thick German accents. From their jackets, they each produced a Mauser C96.
"Herr Gardner, Fräuline Croft, you vill come with us." One German spoke with a deep and gravelly voice.
"You vill do so now!" The other added just as menacingly.
Both Lara and Travis made eye contact and nodded at each other before they lashed out at the two Germans by uppercutting them. The force of their punches threw the two men back into two separate tables, which in turn sparked conflict amidst the patrons who all began to brawl like a pack of wild animals. This was the distraction Lara and Travis needed in order to make their escape whilst the band played a new song to suit the occasion.
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Death Raids A Heart II
फैनफिक्शनAfter years of adventure and searching, Lara had believed that she'd truly put her fun side to rest. Only to find that she had developed yet another craving. More trouble lurks as Lara manages to easily convince her husband, David, to accompany her...
