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Come Hell or High Water	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 5871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reiss frowns down at the Russian standing in front of him, wondering just how stupid you have to be to screw up a simple killing. Not only had AJ survived, she has been helped by a man that clearly knew what he was doing. The description that Mikhail provided was enough to confirm that the man was none other than Terry Sheridan, former lover of Croft, ex-husband of AJ, and one hell of a fighter. That was the last thing he needed to worry about, Croft alone is dangerous, but with AJ and Sheridan thrown into the bunch it would be damn near impossible to find Pandora's Box. "And you're sure this is the man you saw with her," he asks again, showing Mikhail the mug shot.
"Yes," the small man confirms," he held down Roman while she drove a knife through his neck." Mikhail is shaking, but Reiss was finding it hard to tell if it was from fear of what Reiss might do to him for failing or anger that his brother had been murdered right in front of him. "Please, Mister Reiss, let me go after the bitch again. I won't fail this time!" Reiss scoffs, turning his back to the man with a shake of his head. Reiss wasn't the type to offer second chances and he had plenty of men to send after AJ that wouldn't screw it all up.
"Don't make a mess on my plane." The Russian's screaming is cut off quickly, no doubt disturbing some of his buyers, but it wouldn't matter in a few days' time. AJ had wormed her way into one of his men's beds and they had revealed sensitive information that she shouldn't have. The matter is simple, kill the woman or bring her in for a bit of good old fashioned torture to see what she knew. Either way would be unpleasant for AJ, but he was looking forward to it. She may be completely useless in some regards, but she was excellent in bed. Maybe he'll break her and turn her into a servant once he'd killed off most of the Earth's population, her ex-husband included. "Sebastian, bring her to me." The younger man nods, flashing him a grin. He would have to call Chen Lo in case Croft got to him first and inform him to detain AJ.

Terry scowls when he's elbowed again by the American woman sitting next to him, the pod so small that the three people barely fit inside—with him in the middle it was nearly impossible to dodge every single nudge and poke from the two women. He swore AJ was doing it on purpose, but every time he turned to glare at her she put on an innocent look, her hazel eyes going wide. It didn't help that Lara clearly liked his ex-wife more than she did him, which made him wonder if there was something more there that he had missed. Nah, AJ wasn't into girls and Lara didn't seem like the type to like them either. What a shame, it'd certainly be an unforgettable experience to have them both at the same time. Before they'd left AJ's home, the redhead had insisted on changing into a pair of jeans and grabbing a few other belongings that fit neatly inside the small, black backpack sitting in her lap. "Do you not know how to work your own pod," Terry asks, looking over at AJ.
"I got a nerd as my secret Santa and he gave me the pod," she smiles, hazel eyes twinkling in excitement. The fight back at her house had been just the spur she needed to get her adrenaline going. Terry wasn't sure what he liked about AJ more, the fact that she was great in bed or the fact that near death situations made her glow. Hell, she is his kind of woman. "Why did MI6 want me to tag along?"
"Terry has been named your bodyguard," Lara answers," if you die before the mission is completed he goes back to prison." He jerks his head to the side to look at Croft, the look on his face one of shocked rage. "Think of it as an incentive to keep your ex-wife alive." He scoffs, shaking his head as the two women chuckle. What man in his right mind would want to be stuck with his ex-wife, one that purposefully sent him to prison? Nothing about this arrangement made him happy; there was little chance of getting laid, there was little chance of AJ not nagging at him, and there was an even slimmer chance of getting out of this alive. Why the hell did he agree to this in the first place? Oh yeah, before AJ came into the picture he'd thought he could break Croft down enough to get her to sleep with him. Sure, last night with AJ had taken the edge off, but he was still a man sandwiched between two beautiful women and he couldn't have either one of them. To cut straight to the point, it sucked.
Lara reaches up to pull on a lever, releasing the pod from the plane that has been carrying it. The drop is rapid and he can feel AJ grabbing his arm, her eyes staring dead ahead at the ground rising up to meet them. It was only out of instinct that she had grabbed him, at least that's what he told himself. "Well," he concedes," it's a little faster, but the Chinese will track the pod."
"There won't be any pod to find."
"Will there be any of us to find?"
"Maybe little chunks of brain matter," AJ replies, tightening her grip as the pod hits the water and bounces up again. Her nails bite into his arm, the silver paint on them making the dark green snake designs stand out all the more; still a Harry Potter fan.
"Ready," Croft asks a mountain comes into their view. "Now."
"Ready for what?" And then they were all flying out of the pod seconds before it crashed into the mountainside and broke into little pieces. "This is total bullshit," AJ shouts, puling the cord so that her parachute would open and allow her to land relatively safe on the ground. Terry watches as AJ's complexion turns a sickly green, quickly jumping out of the way when she fell on her hands and knees and began dry heaving. Terry smirks down at her until he catches sight of Croft's glare, then he kneels beside his ex and helps her stand. "I'm so glad I didn't eat this morning." The groan sounded pitiful even to his ears and he pats her back in sympathy.
"I'll get you some water when we reach our destination." She gives Croft a dubious look, one hand on her stomach and the other clutching the strap of her backpack tightly. "Don't worry, it shouldn't be too far." And then they were walking again, and Terry still wasn't sure how close he wanted to get to the sick woman next to him. She is still a pale green, but her normal color is beginning to come back. The land around them resembled a type of swamp, the ground under their feet soggy and sucking his boots.
"The ditching was good, Croft," Terry admitted," I'll give you that. But we're never going to find a vehicle in a place like this." A place like this being the small farm that they were approaching, a small, old Asian woman running towards them. He raises an eyebrow when Croft runs to embrace the smaller woman with a polite greeting in Chinese. Obviously they were good friends, but he isn't about to give a shit. AJ plops down on the ground beside him, leaning her head against his leg and closing her eyes. "I liked your hair better when it was longer." He brushes his fingers over the dark red strands, very nearly the color of blood.
"That's why I cut it," she grumbles, slapping his hand away. "Pre-school rules, dude; hands to yourself and if you bite me I'll kick you in the face." She glares up at him. "And you know my leg can reach that high."
"Yeah, but the last time I had the pleasure of your foot by my face I believe we were doing something very enjoyable." She snorts at his response, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. The short woman walks over to them with a kind smile, noting the familiarity the pair shared.
"I have clean clothes," she tells them," you need to change before you leave."
"Yes, ma'am." He unzips the front of the skydiving suit, the top half of the material hanging from around his waist. "Hear that, AJ, you get new clothes."
"It won't be designer," she grumbles, standing up and removing her top. Terry smiles, admiring her breasts and body appreciatively until the other woman comes over to them again with fresh clothing. AJ thanks her, pulling on a tight grey shirt, some jeans, and a light jacket. Terry changes as well, the fresh T-shirt feeling soft against his skin. "Thank you for the clothes." The woman nods, handing AJ a bottle of water once she finished dressing.
"It's unlike Lara to take a partner," she informs them suddenly, her head tilted to the side in curiosity. "Where are you three going?"
"Taking a nice little trip," Terry replies," breathe some fresh mountain air, and stop by my friends at the Shay-Ling." It was obvious that the woman has head of the Shay-Ling by the look she sends in Croft's direction. "All part of the lovely site-seeing adventure, maybe we'll have Sushi for lunch once we're finished." AJ gives him a look, strapping the holster back on her leg and the knife to her belt loop—easy access for both of them should she have reason to use them. Croft walks over to them again, sporting fresh weapons and a happy smile for the woman.
"Show me the bikes," she suggests in order to change the subject. The woman gives her a hard look, but complies all the same, leading the group over to two covered dirt bikes that worked well in this terrain.
"I don't get one," AJ asks, her lower lip sticking out in a mock pout.
"God no, you can't even drive a car safely. You'll be riding with Terry." With a huff, AJ shoulders her backpack again, kicking at the dirt like a spoiled child that wasn't getting its way. Terry climbs on his bike, helping AJ get on behind him and tensing slightly when she wraps her arms around his waist. How the hell was it possible that she still smelled like a mixture of brown sugar and vanilla? The scent of her body wash clung to her and practically made his mouth water.
"The Shay-Ling watch all the roads," he says, shaking his head slightly," we'll have to go around the back."
"We'll go straight."
"Maybe you didn't hear me, the Shay-Ling have men on every road from here to—"
"I think that's the point," AJ interrupts, whispering the words in his ear and smiling when he shivers. "Now, shut up and do your job, Sheridan." Terry looks at her over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow until she leans back a little to give him some of his personal bubble back. She grins at him, eyes hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses that she pulled out of her bag. With one final glance behind her, Croft starts the bike and takes off with Terry hot on her heels. She branches off once they reach part of the Great Wall, deciding to ride on that while Terry and AJ stuck to the actual road. He can feel AJ's grip on his waist tighten and realizes why a split second later when Croft lands on the ground in front of him, still on her bike and giving him a challenging smirk.
"A bit rusty, are we," she asks when he catches up with her, her tone teasing and light.
"Oh, I think it's coming back."
"I expected more from a Scot."
"I don't expect anything from an Englishwoman."
She chuckles, never taking her eyes of the road, if it could actually be called a road. It's more like the back roads you'd see in Oklahoma, all dirt with no real signs up to tell you where the hell you are. He'd gotten lost on those roads before and it took AJ half an hour to find him because his surroundings looked like everywhere else in that backwoods town. "Good, 'cause you're not going to get anything." She speeds up again, taking the lead for a moment before Terry passes her, narrowly avoiding a collision. AJ squeals, tightening her hold even more. Somehow he knew that if he looked at her, her expression would be one of pure glee rather than anxiety. The side road they were going down had small hills on either side, Terry taking advantage of it and jumping from one to the other with AJ laughing each time they were in the air. Once his bike was in front of Croft's again, she pops a wheelie, the spinning tire directly behind AJ's head and making her hair fly in her face.
They stop a few yards later, turning the bikes off and leaning them on their kickstands in front of the natural rocky slope they would have to walk up. "Fun's over, the rest of the ways on foot. Best to reconsider on that 'no gun' rule."
"No." He takes off his sunglasses, tucking them into his pocket and watches as AJ does the same, her bag still on her shoulders. Croft and Terry carry their own bags, Terry's full of clothing and necessities and Croft's full of pretty new toys he was dying to try out. He shrugs, leading the way so Croft knew where to step and wouldn't fall on her ass. As much as he'd love to see the brunette fail at something, they didn't exactly have time to spare.
"Whatever, and don't be looking at my ass." There's no response to that like he though there would be, so he continues to talk, knowing the next conversation may make AJ angry. "So, where do I fit in?"
"What do you mean? You're the guide and AJ's bodyguard." Terry comes to a stop, forcing the women to do the same as he turns to face them.
"I mean, when you think back on the vast scheme of your hugely adventurous life, where do I fit in? Was I the love of your life, or just another bump in the road? Was I time well spent? Four months and six years, more good than bad?" He looks between the two women, noticing that AJ had the decency to look a little guilty while Croft looked as though he was wasting her precious time. He'll admit that this was wasting time, but he wants to get right down to it once and for all. "Come on, it had to be more than that, am I right?"
"You're right," Croft acknowledges softly and for a second he thought he'd won. "It was five months." They smile, and Croft lets out a little laugh.
"You're laughing at me?"
"No, no, I'm laughing at the fact AJ believed you were charming enough to marry."
"I think I was drugged the first five years," AJ smarts off with a grin of her own, pushing past Terry with Croft following behind her.
"I am charming," he replies, walking after them.
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