Disclaimer: Please note that Tomb Raider, Lara Croft, Nathan Drake, and all related characters belong to Square Enix and Naughty Dog respectively. This is a fictional erotic adventure written for the enjoyment of those who are allowed to read it. I do not make any money off writing this fanfic. Characters from Tomb Raider are taken from the Tomb Raider Legend & Underworld video games by Crystal Dynamics and Square Enix.
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Cuba...
Rural Havana. The Old Russian Ladas road up the rickety road to the city, the driver struggling with the sticky gear moving it into second and putting his foot on the gas. He looked around at the folk doing their daily work as he entered the city heading in the direction of the Guanabacoa harbour. He spoke to the young man next to him, "Guanabacoa?" he asked pointing to the left turn coming up.
"Si senior," the man confirmed.
He turned the steering wheel, the grinding making his teeth ach, "stupid piece of junk," he moaned as the car swerved left.
"Jose, I'm looking for El Macha?" Nathan Drake asked the boy, "You know where he is?"
"El Macha is by harbour senior, he goes into jungle and fights cocaine dealers from the plantation."
"Yeah, I bet he does," Nate chuckled, "Who's in charge of the cocaine fields?"
"Cuban man comes in from America every three months, his name is Chavez," Jose answered.
"Fernando Chavez?" Nathan inquired.
"Si, that is the man."
"Lem'me tell you something kid, never try and do hostile negotiations with a drug trafficker, things tend to go all hinky," Nathan said struggling to change gears again...
"'Sides, shit like that tends to shadow you, you know what I mean...?"
Nate looked at the confused expression on Jose's face, "you, don't know what I..."
"Ah, forget it."
*
The Ladas came to a rolling stop in front of the warehouse at the harbour. Nathan got out and pulled out his 9mm berretta, cocking it and moving toward the warehouse. The distinctive smell of a Cuban cigar filled his nostrils and he smiled moving toward its source.
"Only one son uffa bitch will inhale that shit," he said holstering his weapon.
The middle aged man smiled back taking the Cuban out of his mouth and blowing out a puff of smoke, "C'mon Nate, I'm in Cuba, it'd be a sin to come here and not sample the local delicacies..."
"You took long enough getting here, had to do all the goddamn leg work."
"Nate walked over to Victor Sullivan giving him a hug and pat on the back, "yeah well you know me Sully, I try to do the whole punctually late thing..."
"So, El Macha, did you find it yet?"
Sully joined Nathan as he looked out into the nearby fields, "that plantation is right over it Nate, and your old pal Fernando is in town."
"Well, Whatta we waiting for, we got work to do," Nathan said heading back to the Ladas.
"Hey Nate, can we take my van, I mean, that really is a piece of crap."
"Hey, we're in Cuba, it's a classic," Nate said smiling, playing on Sully's earlier comment on his cigar.
"Yeah of course," Sully said shaking his head, "but its still a piece of crap."
"Nate rolled his eyes, "Fine..."
"So, El Macha?"
"Yeah," Sully said getting in his van, "the locals started calling me that. I'd be damned if I knew what it meant though."
Nate smiled, "Well put your foot on it Sully, we gotta get that map."
*
The overcast skies of England were a stark contrast to the orange and pink hues that beautified the Cuban sunset. Lara Croft turned over on her huge king-sized bed trying to fall asleep again. There was a knock on the door after which her elderly butler, Winston walked in carrying a tray with a traditional English breakfast on it.
"Good morning lady Croft, breakfast with eggs, sunny-side-up," he said cheerfully.
Lara got up holding her duvet above her breasts as she always slept without clothes on, finding them too constrictive.
"Bluddy hell, another night without any rest at all. I'm telling you Winston, I can't stay this long at home, it's been a month since I've been abroad."
"Well lady Croft, perhaps the young women waiting in the west wings study has brought a new adventure to your doorstep."
Lara looked at Winston puzzled.
*
Lara walked into her study dressed in a pair on tan hip-hugger slacks and a white blouse showing plenty of cleavage. She eyed the women that was looking at her books on the shelve. She was a pretty little blonde, though not drop dead gorgeous...
"Ehum," Lara cleared her throat making her presence known. The woman turned to look at her a bit startled.
"I hope you're not here expecting an interview Ms. Fisher."
"Lady Croft, I'm flattered that you recognise me, and I must say I really deem it a privilege to be in the presence of the world's foremost and richest adventurer..."
"Please cut the pleasantries," Lara interjected, "and cut to the chase Ms Fisher, if you know me so well, you'll know my reputation with paparazzi."
"Yeess," Elena Fisher rolled her eyes, "I'm not paparazzi, my work..."
"I know all about your show, but like I said, I'm not interested."
"That's not why I'm here!" Elena said raising her voice slightly, irritated by the countess's snootiness...
"I believe you're acquainted with Nathan Drake?"
Lara raised an eye brow, "yes I know Nathan..."
"What is this about Ms. Fisher?"
Elena pulled a page out of her pocket and put it on the coffee table, Lara coming closer to have a look. On the page was a picture of a cloth with a map on it...
Lara picked up the page for a closer look, "this is a map of the ancient Grecian world marking the location of Hippolyte's belt."
"Who's Hippolyte?" Elena asked.
Lara looked up at her and then back down at the page, "Hippolyte was queen of the Amazons, and according to myth her belt was given to her by the god of war Ares but was taken from her by Hercules."
"Hercules, Ares? You're kidding me right; this is what Nate and Sully are after, a mythological belt?" Elena said getting up in disbelief.