A Treasure Worth Dying For

1- Just Business... Right?

The girl sauntered into the temple, a smirk playing on her lips. She stepped up to the pedestal.

"Gotcha." she grinned, picking up the small trinket and clasping it tightly, before putting it in her backpack.

She turned around to have two guns pointed at her.

"Whoa, there, any reason for the guns?"

Behind one was a man who looked her age, with dark hair and tan skin. He wore a grey-ish blue shirt rolled up to his elbows, and he had a bag on his back.

The older man, she recognized, and her eyes widened.

"Sully?" she asked, incredulous.

"Do I know you?"

She rolled her eyes. "I swear to fucking god, Sullivan, I am about to kick your old ass off of a cliff-"

"Elizabeth?" he asked, nearly dropping his gun.

[Elizabeth POV]

"Nice of you to remember. Now, I have a delivery to make, so I'll be going." I said, and started to move around them, still facing them.

"Elizabeth, why dont you stay awhile, we've got plenty of time." Sully grinned, lighting a cigarette.

"No, sorry, got to go!" I shouted, turning and sprinting away.

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I stood up, cracking my neck and back, groaning at the stiffness. I was pretty used to it, but I wasnt about to like it.

I pulled on a red t-shirt and black flexible skinny jeans. I pulled on my usual hiking boots, pulling my hair out of the braid it'd been in all night.

"Okay..." I grunted, just as the phone began to ring. I picked up quickly enough.

"Hello?" I asked, skeptical.

"Ah, Elizabeth."

"What do you want, Sully?"

"I have a deal for you. Meet me at the beach bar for lunch."

"No! Last time I saw you, you nearly shot me." I protested.

"Please, this deal is really, really big, and its worth a lot of money." he asked.

"Fine. But I'm not agreeing to anything yet." I warned, before simply hanging up.

"Dammit." I swore, running my fingers through my hair.

What was I getting into this time?

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I stepped into the beach bar, my usual smirk playing at my lips, one eyebrow slightly raised as I looked around for Sully's table.

I saw him right as he saw me, and he nodded me over.

I slid into the third seat there, my smirk growing.

"Hello again, Sullivan."

Sully frowned, and I laughed.

"My name is Sully..." he grumbled, before taking a puff of his cigar.

"Gross." I turned to the man on my right, realizing this was the same man as in the temple.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Elizabeth, but I prefer Liz."

He hesitantly shook my hand.

"Nathan Drake." he said, nodding to me.

He was really good-looking.

"So, what exactly did you call me for, Sully?"