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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

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The text alert shocked AJ, who had completely forgotten that she'd grabbed her phone at the last minute, even more surprising was what the text message said. It's obviously from MI6 as they used her real name instead of the nickname everyone else that mattered knew her by. Alexis James—room 106, Freemont Motel. "Who's that," Terry asks, trying to look over her shoulder at the text. She elbows him sharply, tucking the phone back into her bag's side pocket.
"MI6, they got me a motel room," she answers shortly, annoyed at being dragged into this mess. She should be home right about now, enjoying her brand new Jacuzzi and recording the newest episode of Halt and Catch Fire while sipping a glass of chilled white wine. Was it so much to ask that she be left out of MI6's ridiculous schemes so she can enjoy the little things in life before she's too old to enjoy them? She wonders if her poor shoes were doing better than she was at the moment, no doubt they were sitting in her closet wondering why she hadn't come in to organize them. Poor things. She wasted a good portion of her life working for these bastards and how do they repay her? By pairing her up with her ex-husband and practically forcing her into a dangerous man's bed in order to get his secrets.
That idea backfired, now Reiss wants her head served to him on a silver platter and there's not a damn thing she could do about it. "I don't think you know where you're going," Lara states, following Terry down the narrow, mountainside path.
"You're impossible," Terry chuckles," you know that?" Lara was tired, AJ can tell that by a single glance, and a tired Lara was even worse than a smug Terry.
"I think you pretended to know, so I would get you out."
"This isn't a tomb, Croft, and the Shay-Ling aren't mummies." Lara pulls her pistol out, holding it behind her back so that Terry won't notice. AJ does notice however, and it puts her on edge. If Lara is willing to off guy she had sex with for five months, then what the hell would she do to the woman she's only known on and off again for three? "They're killers, but if you don't trust me…." He trails off, turning to look at Lara and finding her the barrel of her pistol in his face.
"I'm sorry to have to do this, but you're wasting my time."
"You want to shoot me? Shoot me." He looks smug now, like he knows something none of the rest of us do and AJ doesn't like it one little bit. "Personally I'd rather you do it….Than them." He nods to the bushes behind him just as several Asian men appear with rifles cocked and ready to shoot. One of the men steps forward, kicking the backs of AJ's legs before she could react and forces her to the ground. The same happens to Lara and Terry, the latter still smug though wincing a little from a particularly hard blow. The same man that kicked AJ forces her onto her back, binding her hands in front of her with coarse rope as two men approach the group in a jeep.
"Well, Terry," The guy in charge smirks," what part of never come back again…." He kicks Terry hard in the side, making the other man yelp. "Didn't you understand?" Terry looks over at AJ and Lara, both women sending daggers in his direction.
"You wanted to find the Shay-Ling." What a bastard. Terry, Lara, and AJ are hauled to their feet and pushed over to the jeep. "The only way to get into their place is as their prisoners."
"Ah," Lara nods," you might have told me that little gem before." The man holding onto the back of AJ's jacket pushes her roughly into the back of the jeep, lifting her by her jacket and the back of her pants.
"Put me down," she snarls, kicking at him and only succeeding in being dropped into the jeep. She hisses as she lands on her stomach, her arms underneath her protesting at the sudden weight.
"Easy," the man from earlier growls," Chen Lo said not to injure the woman."
"Never said which woman," the man that dropped her grumbles, but it was loud enough that his boss heard and resulted in him being shot right between his eyes.
"Miss James, I apologize for the rough treatment."
"How do you know me by name," she asks curiously. Had Reiss contacted him or was he undercover for MI6? Most likely it is the former, MI6's range isn't as impressive as it used to be. The man just smirks, turning back in his seat and facing forward. "Such a dick," she grumbles, shifting onto her back.

The Shay-Ling's headquarters is impressive, AJ would give that to them. It wasn't a building like she had been expecting, but rooms carved into an impressive mountainside, men running around with various objects and reminding AJ of a busy ant hill. The jeep we're in comes to a stop and the head guy pulls me out, holding onto a fistful of AJ's jacket, forcing her to walk with him. His long strides were hard to keep up with, but she managed well enough. The thing she dreaded the most was climbing up the slope until she notices that there are stairs carved into it—they're smooth and slippery, but much easier than having to climb with her hands tied together.
At the very top of the mountain is a room about the size of her living room back in Oklahoma, filled with all manner of ancient and expensive objects. "We're you really gonna kill me," Terry asks Lara in slight disbelief, not noticing the man in a tacky shirt walking over to them. There was no doubt in AJ's mind that he is Chen Lo, only villains and tourists can have such poor taste in clothing and since he was with the Shay-Ling she was confident enough to rule out the tourist prospect.
"Oh," he smiles," I bet she would have." Terry and Lara turn to face him, Lara sizing him up. "I've seen her in action. Didn't Terry tell you—the last time any of us saw him, he was riding away with a truck full of my Ming vases." The man is short, around AJ's height, with dark hair cut close to him head and eyes to match; not very impressive looking, but AJ would bet her life that he was more capable than he looked when it came to fighting. If he wasn't, Reiss wouldn't be using him. "And sitting next to him…" He pauses long enough to point to the biggest Asian man AJ has ever seen. "Was his sister."
"Wait a second," AJ says, her eyebrows scrunching together," you said you got me that vase when you went on a business trip!" Terry shrugs helplessly, yelping when AJ uses both her hands to deliver a sharp smack to his shoulder. "Stupid bastard, you don't bring stolen shit into my house and not expect to get hit!"
"You shouldn't have come here," Chen Lo tells Terry pointedly.
"It got me out of prison," Terry replies. "Besides, the lady has a good offer." He pauses a second to glare at AJ. "Well, the lady that doesn't want to smash something over my head does. Better than Reiss."
"Really, should I take it?"
"Take it, or better yet, you and I ransom her ad the thing back to the British for triple—throw in AJ as a goodwill gesture." AJ's clenches her jaw, sending Terry a look that meant he was gonna get it if they survived this.
"Let's talk." Terry makes to follow him, but Chen Lo stops him. "Not you, Terry, Lady Croft and I. You wait here, catch up."
"I'll be four minutes," Lara informs us, following after Chen Lo. The big guy walks over to Terry, looking impassive as though he got no pleasure from what he was about to do. AJ nods with a smirk, she couldn't wait to see Terry getting the shit beat out of him. He deserved it for giving her a vase that could have gotten her shanked in a back alley by an Asian named Bubba. Looking around as the beating starts, I find a wooden crate to sit on that would give me a good angle to watch the fight from. The men working around us seem to have the same idea, sneaking glances every now and then while boxing up valuables.
Seb
While AJ's attention was focused on the two men fighting, one man's attention was focused on her. He was attractive with olive-toned skin and dark hair that he kept stylishly messy. He took pride in his appearance, dressed in nice jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black leather jacket; on his feet is a pair a motorcycle boots that he bought only two days ago, barely a scratch on them.
His name is Sebastian Chase, a popular assassin in the underworld, an even better kidnapper. He's the best in the business, which is why Reiss chose him to bring AJ back, though dead or alive was an option. She wasn't as pretty as that Croft lady, but she wasn't ugly either—staying perfectly in the middle where a guy wouldn't mind having sex with her, but she wouldn't be at the top of his list. Granted, his list wasn't very long—maybe five names in total and all of them knew him by a different name. Moving forward silently, he surprises the woman when he places a hand on her back, feeling her tense and then relax beneath his touch. "You must be AJ," he smiles, his Spanish accent faint and believable.
"Depends," the woman responds, her own country accent the real deal and hard to cover up. There was no doubt that she came from the South, no matter how hard she tried to disguise it. "Who are you?" Her eyes hold a curious light, hazel clashing with gold. Sebastian smirks, looking her over with his eyes resting on her breasts a moment longer than necessary. They weren't large, just barely handfuls, but they were firm and he bet they would great in his hands.
"Interested." Her attention is drawn away from him when her ex-husband is thrown across the room and lands at her feet.
"Has it been four minutes yet," he asks breathlessly. AJ shakes her head with a smirk, turning away from Sheridan and placing a kiss on Sebastian's lips. Seb knew it was to see how Sheridan would react and decided to take it a step further by pulling AJ forward by her hips and deepening the kiss. She moans, responding hungrily as she fights for dominance. She's a good kisser, Sebastian acknowledges vaguely, feeling her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer to her. Her body felt nice against his and he finds himself giving in a little, holding onto her hips tighter than before, ensuring there would be bruises there later. When she pulls away for air he moves his lips down to her neck, nipping and sucking and licking just to hear what kind of noises she makes. He fails to notice her shifting beneath him until the last possible second when he's unable to dodge her knee as she rams it up against his crotch, sending him to the floor in agony.
AJ
AJ isn't the type to be manipulated if she doesn't want to be, and she'll be damned if some shit head was going to be changing that any time soon. His Spanish accent was obviously forced, as though he hadn't used it since High School Spanish class, and his breath smelled like onions. "Now," Lara shouts and Terry begins to fight back just as the man AJ sent to the floor pulls himself up with a scowl. She smiles at him sweetly, hopping up with her feet shoulder length apart and slightly bent. If he thought he was good, then he obviously didn't know how good she was.
"Little bitch," he growls, matching her stance. AJ lunges forward without warning, managing to get in a few punches before he sent her stumbling back with a punch of his own. He may be stronger than her, but the bigger you are the harder you fall. She drops down, sweeping his feet out from underneath him and sending him falling on his ass. She moves quickly, straddling his chest with her hands wrapped around his throat, beginning to choke him. He growls again, grabbing both of her wrists in one hand and flipping them over so that he was on top. She struggles to flip them again, but with her air cut off she wasn't able to do much. Suddenly the man is thrown off of her and Terry is cutting his throat wide open with her hunting knife that he had lifted back from one of the other men.
"That's for touching my wife," he yells at the corpse, helping AJ up. She coughs a couple of times, rubbing her throat.
"Remember that 'no gun' rule," Lara questions as she runs over to them. "I reconsidered." She tosses Terry a pistol while running. Men come running after her, shooting their own guns as AJ and Terry begin to sprint. AJ doesn't get the chance to remember her fear of heights when Terry tells her to piggyback. She jumps onto his back, hanging on tightly as he and Lara jump off the edge and brag onto separate ropes, sliding down them upside down and shooting up at the men shooting at them. At the bottom of the rope they both flip so that they're standing again, AJ not getting the chance to hop down before Terry's sprinting towards the jeep, content to let Lara drive.
"You know, there's a staircase we could've used," Terry points out, settling AJ in his lap.
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