Loving a Drake

Let Her Go

~ Sam's POV when Byllee went home~

       She knows.... I know she knows.... Isn't that why she left? No... it couldn't.... 

       But you know that she wouldn't have left because she almost fell of a cliff, she lives for adventure and adrenaline rushes...

     But then why did she leave...?

     "Sam!" Nate said as I walked into something that wasn't exactly firmly placed into the ground. "Sam you just walked into me, what the hell?"

    "Sorry, little brother. I wasn't looking where I was going," I partially lied and walked ahead of him.

    "What's bothering you, Sam?" Nate, the sound of him walking stopped.

   "Nothing, I'm fine. Now c'mon, this treasure isn't gonna find it's self," I answered continuing to walk ahead.

   "Is this about Bryllee leaving? I mean I know you care about her, but you have to let her go," Nate said, walking behind me once again.

   He thinks he knows everything... doesn't he?

   Well he is your brother....

   I'm having a conversation with myself in my head again... great... maybe Nathan's right after all.

    "Nathan I'm not talking about this with you. Bryllee chose to leave because she almost died. Do I believe her? Of course not," I said... wondering why she left again.

    "You miss-" Nate began.

    "Look Nathan, it doesn't matter whether or not if I miss her, she left and probably isn't gonna come back anytime soon. So please, can we focus on something other than Bryllee?!" I interrupted.

   "Ok... ok. Lets go find that treasure," Nate said.

   "Do you think that plane was them leaving?" we heard a soldier from Arcticneer say from up ahead.

   "Nate!" I whisper yelled to my little brother.

   "I hear them," he said crouching next to a rock to get a count at how many were there.

   "So what's the plan?" I asked looking at the soldier. There were three, and none of them were the gang leader.

    "I don't know," he paused. "They usually have more men than this don't they?"

    "Or maybe they're giving us a break and finally decided to let us win the game," I said plainly.

    "I don't think that's the case."

    "C'mon Nathan. We're this close!" I said getting up.

    "Yes, but what if it's a trap?"

   "Then I'll apologize," I said sarcastically. I looked back to where the soldiers were. At least... where i thought they were?

   "Uh, Nathan?"

   "What?"

    "You didn't by chance see three heavily armed goons walk away, did you?" I asked looking at him.

  "What- oh.... um...."

   "Yea."

   "That might be a problem."

   "Thank you captain obvious. Well where did they..." I paused as a cold, round, metal object was pushed against my head. 

   "Uh, I think I found them Sam."

   "Look what we got here Butch!" The soldier holding a gun to Nathan's head said.

   "Looks to me like two lost boys missing they're Wendy," a soldier not holding a gun to either of our heads said and walked to the front of us and just starred.

     "Her name is Bryllee, and she decided Peter was better than you assholes," Nate said with all stupidity shinning through him. The soldier standing in front of us, we're gonna call him jackass 1, pulled out his radio and turned a nob.

    "Nick, we got two out of four of them." It was a few moment before we heard from the other end of the radio.

    "Which ones?"

    "The two younger men."

     "Excuse me, but Victor Sullivan is a young and beautiful bastard!" Nate spoke up.

    "Nathan, I don't think thee three fine gentleman want to hear your undying love about Sully." hey, when you're about to get your head blown off, what better way to make it happen quicker with a little sarcasm?

   The soldier just gave us a confused look.

   "That must mean the grandpa and girl left on the plane."

   "Hey! What did I say about my Beautiful Sullivan?" Nate said again.

   "Would you shut up already!" the soldier with the gun to my head said.

   I looked at Nathan and gave him a mischievous grin.

   "Bring them to the base, I'm sure we'll be able to get the girl back if she knows they'll die if she doesn't join me." I glared at the radio. Nobody is gonna make MY Bryllee join them... except me in- not gonna finish that.

    It wasn't that long of a walk to their base. I don't even think it can be called that, it was a tiny little cardboard box with some beers on it. There wasn't anyone else here though.

    "Aye Butch this isn't base." The jackass 2 said, he's the one with the gun to Nathan's head.

   "I'm aware of that. Nick is going to meet us here and give us bags to put over their heads so they don't remember how to get to base." I guess this cardboard box isn't the base.

  "So how long are we gonna be waiting for?" jackass 3 asked.

  "Not sure, a while. He's still at the base, and you know how he is.... slow."

   We all kinda stood there for a moment and when I realized they only had pistols... and jackass 2's pistol didn't have ammunition. Which must mean jackass 1 and 2 don't either. I looked over at Nathan who was looking at me with the look of realization too. I smirked and we both began to fight off all three jackasses.

   "Ya know, they weren't trained very well," I could hear Bryllee saying in my head. "They didn't even think to search you two."

   "That was easy," Nate said getting off jackass 1.

    "Yea, now lets get a hold of Sully," I said about to walk away but saw a paper sticking out of jackass 2's jacket pocket. I scanned over it and chuckled.

   "What?" Nate asked looking at me.

    "You know what's better then sleeping on a real bed, Nathan?" I said looking out at the world.

   "Sleeping in a real bed with your wife?" He asked, confused. I looked at my shoes and chuckled again, shaking my head.

   "Nathan! We're one step ahead! This is why we work alone and only with friends, you can't trust goons," I said handing him the slip of paper.

   "We're travelling... again... This is starting to remind me of every other treasure hunt I've been on where every time we leave with nothing, Sam. Just like Avery."

   "Rafe messed things up with Avery's treasure. He was the damn fool that decided to burn alive with the damn treasure. C'mon Nate, maybe I can convince Bryllee to come with us again. And you can back out of this one, but I'm not." I said walking away.

   "Fine, but you still owe me an apology," Nate said jogging ahead of me.

   "Why?" I asked confused.

   "That trap."

  "Oh, right. Sorry."

   "Mhmmm. You may be older, but I'm still smarter," Nate looked back at me. 

   "I'm still much more charming, little brother."