❝It's not blood that runs through my veins, but vengeance.❞
Tatum Braddock wants to beat her sister at a decades-long search for fortune.
Nathan Drake wants to find his long-lost brother and complete the mission they've dreamed of since childhood...
TATE'S FLASHLIGHT SLICES through the tunnel's darkness like a blade, revealing the thick cobwebs tangled on the walls and ceiling of the narrow stairwell. She follows Chloe's figure as they make their careful descent. Their footsteps echo, the stairwell so quiet that every sound that bounces back to them is almost deafening. Even Tate's breathing sounds loud to her.
"This is amazing," Nathan says. "I mean, we're the first people down here in 500 years."
"Yeah, and hopefully we won't come across any skeletons of failed treasure hunters," Tate adds. "Not really great for morale."
She starts counting the steps to pass the time. Fifty, sixty, seventy... by the time they reach one hundred, the stairwell opens to winding, oddly shaped passageways caved from rock, with even more thick blankets of webs decorating the uneven tunnels.
Nathan shines his light against one of the walls. "Hey, I got an arrow pointing this way."
"The Eye of Providence," Chloe says, pointing to the symbol on the wall beside her. "I say we go with God."
"Tate?"
Tate glances between the two symbols, wondering why they let Sully leave with the journal. She sure as hell isn't going to ask him for help so soon after their split. Ultimately, she points at Chloe. "That way."
"But there's literally an arrow that points this way," Nathan argues, jabbing his thumb to the right.
Chloe shrugs. "Suit yourself."
"But the arrow..." Nathan trails off as Chloe heads down her path without a second glance. He shoots an imploring look at Tate, who stares at him blankly. "I'm gonna go this way."
He doesn't make it more than five steps before spikes shoot out of both walls with a metallic shing! Nathan freezes, tensing so he doesn't stumble forward and kill himself, gaping at his brush with death.
"We should go your way," he says, quickly turning around. "We should go your way."
"Arrow is too obvious," Tate tells him once he falls in step behind her again. "That's like if a neon sign was pointing at the treasure—it would clearly be a trap meant to weed out the foolish."
Nathan ignores the fact that she'd basically insulted him and grumbles, "You could've said that sooner."
She shrugs. "You were so confident in your decision. Point Tatum." She looks at him over her shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. "We're tied, now. Told you I'd come for your throne."
