Previously in Tomb Raider Uncharted:
Sailing her expensive yacht on the sparkling seas of Miami, Florida served as a luxurious diversion for Lara Croft as she waited for a gangbanger who carried an ancient Assyrian key she required.
On boarding the boat with gangsters and drug dealers Ms Croft acquired her little trinket by force, and when she went below deck, she found a man who had been beaten up there; that man was an adventurer in his own right, Nathan Drake, descendent of famous explorer Sir Francis Drake...
On freeing Drake and entertaining him on her yacht Lara told him that she required the key to free a friend then left the conversation hanging in the air as she retired for an evening of "private time", but not without Nathan getting an eye full...
Lara then told Nathan he would accompany her to Egypt to free her friend Professor Von Croy from an Arab arms dealer and Jihad leader.
Lara and Nathan then made their way to Atbara, Egypt, where she met Abdul bin Adlah in the town square. A gun battle ensued ending in a narrow escape from an exploding chopper. Seeing as how Adlah thought Lara and Nathan were killed in the blast he took off leaving the two to enjoy some R&R in a small house...
Now free, Werner Von Croy took Lara's sea plane and flew to India. Meanwhile Lara told Nathan that the coffin of Artaxerxes the Assyrian king lay in India. Nathan learned that what was in the coffin was the scepter of an ancient god-king of Acadia and the two took off in Lara's private jet to find it.
On arrival in India Lara and Nathan found a new player in the game, Someone from Lady Croft's past; the mercenary, Larson Conway. Once again Lara's passive-aggressive demeanor saw a volatile situation defused. And Larson and his men retreated...
Lara had figured out that Von Croy was the one that hired Larson, a fact that he confirmed. He then revealed that his whole capture by Adlah was a rouse orchestrated to coax Lara into obtaining the key to Artaxerxes' coffin.
Since Werner was the one who knew how to get to the coffin Lara had no choice but to work with him; so Lara, Nathan, Werner, and Larson started their journey into the Jungles of India...
The herd of elephants roamed deeper and deeper into the lush jungle, trudging along through the thick grass. The humid air caused clothes to stick to damp, sweaty skin making the expedition very uncomfortable.
Nathan Drake slapped the back of his neck again; the bugs were a constant irritation. Up front, Werner Von Croy held up his hand, signaling the group to halt...
Lara Croft jumped off the pachyderm and walked up to the front of the group. She pulled a hanky out of her pocket and dabbed her sweaty brow. Putting it back in, she fixed her holster-rig cocking her hip.
"Why are we stopping Werner?" she asked.
He nodded his head, motioning her to look ahead of him a head.
The thick bushes allowed no way for the massive mammals to pass.
"From here we go on foot", Werner said to the group.
Larson Conway walked up next to him then looked back at his men, Get 'em machete's out boys and start hacking."
"Well, at least we'll have a work out, don't you think Mr. Drake", Lara said teasing Nathan as she walked past him, playfully bumping her shoulder into his.
*
If the group was hot and bothered before, the sweat was now running down their backs and foreheads. They had been moving and hacking through the thicket for over two hours.
"Don't you think this is rather odd?" Lara asked, huffing slightly.
"Odd?" Nathan asked.
"Yes odd, this isn't a natural thicket. This has been purposefully grown."
Nathan stopped hacking and looked around him, Lara was right. The vines seemed to have been twisted together, the bushes placed to grow as they were, nothing was so much, overgrown, and it almost appeared, cultivated.
Even Larson seemed to catch on, "why the hell would someone want to grow a thicket?"
"Isn't it obvious", Nathan replied, "to keep people out."
Werner Von Croy looked at the growth, unlike the others; he didn't have a surprised look, "the Vash'i people."
"Who the fuck is the Washy?" Larson asked.
"Vash'i", Nathan corrected, "a tribe of mixed culture, Chinese and Indian."
"Yes", Lara confirmed, "they live in the jungles here, their lives are simple, their actually a very humble and subdued group."
Just then the whipping sound came from the left, an axe flinging out of the thicket; Lara bent over backward bending her knees, the axe just missing her cheek as it flung past and lodged into the tree behind her.
The man in the loin cloth looked Indian with his dark skin and shiny hair, but his small eyes gave him a Chinese feature. He had come out of the thicket holding tight thick ropes; tied by the ropes, were five Bengal tigers.
"Tukaal umtunah, Tukaal umtunah", he yelled.
"Lara, I hate to argue with a lady, but he doesn't look too subdued", Nathan said backing away.
"His a Washy!" Larson said raising his shotgun.
The Vash'i man saw Larson's movement and yelled as he released the ropes, the five tigers charging.
One darted toward Larson ready to pounce; but Larson raised his shotgun and fired the force of the shot flinging the beast back.
Behind him the other beast struck jumping on one of the mercs, he yelled as the tigers teeth sunk into his neck as it jumped him to the ground.
The third tiger ran for Nathan, also pouncing for him. He fell down flat on the ground rolling forward, the beast flying over him. He got to his feet and ran, falling forward, and almost losing his footing as he reached for his gun while running into the jungle.
Lara Croft was a lot more graceful, she ran toward the tiger and when he tried to claw her she leapt into the air, tramping on the animal's back and using it as a spring board to shoot her body over and behind the Vash'i man.
The man spun around pulling out two axes and swinging wildly. Lara moved her body, weaving and dodging the swings as she stepped back, finding space; she threw her body into a cartwheel then into a back flip. Landing she pulled out her guns, took aim and fired, pelting the axes out of the man's hands.
Nathan Drake panted as he pushed his body, the tiger catching up. In front of him was a cliff, he was coming up on a dead end...
"C'mon Nate, c'mon", he egged himself on as he reached the cliff and flung himself off the edge. The tiger sprang after him. He threw his hands out grabbing wildly at the loose vines; finally, luckily, grabbing one he twisted his body, swinging around back to the cliff. He kicked the incoming tiger, and it fell down to the crashing river below. Nathan let go of the vine and dived onto the cliff falling into a roll and standing up, only to stand face to face with another tiger.
The Vash'i man looked down the barrel of Lara's guns; he placed his fingers in his mouth and gave a sharp whistle.
Nathan heard the whistle, then watched as the tiger in front of him backed away then ran back into the jungle. He let out the breath he had been holding as he got to his feet and jogged back to the group. He saw Lara standing with her guns pointed at the Vash'i man.
"Tukaal umtunah, Tukaal umtunah", he repeated.
Larson came up to him with the shotgun raised.
"NO!" Nathan yelled reaching out and pulling the barrel down as he fired, the shot making a hole in the ground. The man took his chance and fled into the jungle.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, darn it, that savage might make trouble for us again."
"Tukaal umtunah", Nathan said, "run, flee", he translated.
"That ain't much of a threat", Larsen said holstering his shotgun.
"It wasn't a threat. It was a warning", Nathan said looking down at the dead Bengal tiger on the ground in front of him.
"We camp here for the night", Lara said passing the boys.
Larson walked up to Nathan, stepping into his personal space, "you ever touch my gun again boy, and I'll kill ya."
*
Larson walked through the jungle smoking a cigarette. He stopped dead in his tracks as he came to the riverbed. He swallowed hard as he looked into the water seeing the shimmering form of Lara's naked body swimming just under the surface.
As she came up she flung her hair up over her head giving a long sigh. She fell back into the clear, cool water into a back stroke swimming toward the shore. Larson gave another groan as he saw her large breasts jiggle as she swam on her back. She turned around and walked toward her clothes. Her firm, tight ass swaying as she shifted her weight.
"Are you enjoying the view Mr. Conway", Lara yelled out as she bent and pulled her shorts up her wet legs.
She then proceeded to pull on her top, then turned and flung her gun holsters over her shoulder. Her top stretched over her soaking wet breasts, and without a bra on her light brown areolas and hard nipples were slightly visible.
She smirked at the flustered look on Larson's face as she passed him.
