A/N: I'm gonna bring the gold, cross and the other treasure storylines into the story now because it just kinda helps the story line, just kind of pretending that the gold story line was always on the book. Sorry for any complications.
"No, I knew you and ward were behind this shit." I say as I walk closer to rafe.
"What are you talking about? You trying to weasle in on my deal right now? Is that what's going on?" Rafe asks as he also walks closer.
"Deal? Deal on what?" I ask.
Rafe was about to reply before he was cut off by another voice.
"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know." The man chuckles.
"Who are you?" Rafe asks.
"Me? My name is Carlos Singh. It's a pleasure to meet you, mr. Cameron. And Ms. Routledge, I do apologize for the rough tactics in bringing you here. But please, come. Sit down." Carlos suggests.
Me and rafe stay still.
"Come now, I don't bite." Carlos smiles.
Rafe looks at me with a tense look, a look i quickly exchanged back to him.
I walk over and sit down on an old chair, rafe following behind.
"Rough tactics. What about me?" Rafe asks.
"Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretences. But the ends justo the means, I'm afraid. Sit down. We have a lot to talk about." Carlos tells rafe.
Rafe slowly sits down.
"Why are we here?" I ask.
"Well, Ms. Routledge, Mr. Cameron, we share certain interests, you know. Objectives." Carlos states.
"Is this not about the cross?" Rafe groans.
"It is. Tangentially, it is about the cross, but it's also about something much, much bigger than the cross. By orders of magnitude, the completion of a grand quest. You see, the story goes that 450 years ago, a Spanish soldier came out of the Orinoco basin with a few gold beads. And when they asks the Spanish soldier, 'where the beads came from', the Spanish soldier replied he got them from a peaceful indigenous tribe who lived in a city of gold. El dorado. And for the next 450 years, people tried to find that gold, you know. They tried. Conquistadors, knights, captains of ships, tribes, entire nations. All fighting each other in a race for the end of the rainbow. Thousands of lives laid on the pyre of gold fever. And it falls to me, you know. It falls to me to complete the task. To bring full circle a quest that has gone on for almost 500 years. Perhaps... perhaps the greatest quest in the history of the western hemisphere, you know. And you two... you two are going to play a part in that. What about you, Ms. Routledge? Are you interested in history?" Carlos asks, pointing at me.
"More of a future person." I sigh.
"I didn't listen to a word you said, okay? How much you gonna keep philosophising?" Rafe groans.
"You are direct, aren't you, Mr. Cameron?" Carlos chuckles.
"What do you need from me?" I ask.
"I've come to believe that you and your friends are in possession of something that can help me get what I want." Carlos states.
"Which is?" I ask.
"And old manuscript. A diary, actually." He states.
Rafe then looks at me, they both did.
The problem was... my friends had this diary.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Rafe states.
