Make the Time (Sam Drake)

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He came back in the middle of the night, which was a little unusual for him as you were used to him being back around 3 in the morning. Instead of undressing and going to sleep, Sam was already packing his things. Obviously about to head out again, and by how thick the bags were becoming: he was probably going on another job with Sullivan.

How could he leave you alone yet again in a strange city? Hell, it was Bangkok for Christ's sake, you were thousands of miles away from your friends, family, and past home. Being with Sam Drake meant literally living in a different country every week. You did enjoy the scenery, but the language was always odd to your American ears.

He sees you staring at him while lying in bed. "I'll only be gone for five days. I promise I'll take you out for dinner sometime later."

"Isn't that what you said last month, and the month before?" You sure weren't getting your hopes up this time.

"I'm doing the best I can; we've almost got a lead on this treasure."

"You said that when we were in China, and in Indonesia. I really doubt there are any clues here."

"I know," he sighs, "You're right, but maybe we'll get lucky. I'll try to make the time, even if Victor and I don't find a damn thing."

"I'm holding you to your word on that. If you let me down I'm hiding all of your smokes."

He laughs, "Alright fine, I swear on my life."

You couldn't help but let a smile slip as Sam leaves the run-down hotel room.

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