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Lara Croft disembarked a small prop plane onto an airstrip in Colombia. Three years ago she had set off for her expedition in the Pacific, and the experience had molded her into who she was now. The 24 year old hefted her rucksack onto her back and head off the runway, where a jeep awaited, ready to bring her to her lodging.
She unpacked her gear in a dingy hotel room. The town of Orosa was once a rich mining settlement, but it was in disrepair. However, if her research was accurate, it was close to the lost temple of Axtol, the Wind goddess. It was her mission to uncover the strange goings on in this strange corner of the jungle, the latest in her personal quest to protect and preserve some of the last secrets of this world. This journey started here, in Orosa, with the company Gold Chariot Energy, or GCE. As the sun set, filling the room with fiery light, Lara studied the dossier she had drawn up on the company's recent involvement in the area.
Things got strange recently, when GCE had bought a large tract of jungle after aerial surveys were conducted. Realistically, they shouldn't have any interest in this barren forest, but perhaps they were doing the same research Lara had. Her pursuit of the temple of Axtol had led her to its discoverer, Anderson Hill. He was the quintessential explorer of the last century, khakis, moustache, and a nasty scar. He had made three expeditions to the supposed site, before disappearing into the forest near Orosa and never being heard from again.
Lara stopped studying her notes to eat, deciding to avoid the local cuisine while she could. The last thing she needed to deal with on a venture like this was indigestion, and the vibrant, spicy fare often gave her those exact problems. Instead, she went with the dull military rations she had brought along. The food settled into a hard lump in her gut, something she had become accustomed to in her globe-trotting journeys. In some ways, it helped her, as her system broke down the food slowly, and she wasn't burdened with having to relieve herself every day. She studied on, reading about GCE's interests around the globe and their Liaison in Colombia, Giselle Westing.
The next morning, and Lara was doing reconnaissance, trying to glean some idea of what GCE wanted from the Temple of Axtol, provided it was indeed here. Lara was in her typical gear, a light gore-tex top that hugged her tight, muscular abdomen and gave her breathing room around her breasts, which were becoming almost inhibitively ample as she got older. Her rolled khaki shorts formed around her thick thighs and big butt, both toned and shapely, but delicately bouncy. She tried to blend in where she went, but it was sometimes difficult because of her striking looks. Finally, her hair was tied in a high pony, swishing behind her as she walked.
Lara spotted her target in the market. Giselle Westing was there, dressed similarly rugged, perusing the stalls. There was something off about her. She didn't buy anything, and looked over the displays quickly, as if she was only pretending to shop.
"What are you up to?" Lara quietly posed the question to herself.
Lara found it easy to follow her despite the crowded, lively market around her. She was taller than average for a woman, a full head higher than most of the people in Orosa. Her hair was blond, flowing halfway down her back. "You stick out like a sore thumb," Lara noted. Giselle Westing had a light buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled, and khaki cargo pants. She was pretty, even in the heat of the jungle. Lara had come to know her through employee documents from GCE's directory where she was dressed for a corporate setting. Giselle stepped into a restaurant and Lara followed from a distance.
