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Nathan Drake.
I drowned. I drowned but I'm here.
You know what it's like to drown, Drake? No?
Well I suppose I should show you. Show you /and/ get treasure I deserve since El Darado's treasure was...snatched from under my feet... for lack of better words.
Water filled my lungs, I suffocated, I was being dragged under into the cold depths Drake.
So much water. Thrashing, screaming, gulping for air, nothing helped.
You'll feel that. You'll feel that helplessness right before I kill you.
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"So we have something in common. " Atoq said smoothly, he looked not much different than his first encounter with Drake. He now had shorter hair though and his demeanor was that of a boss, not a right-hand man. He looked to the more lean man across from the table.
"Seems like it, yeah?" Atoq didn't know how to read this man, who's accented voice was indifferent in delivery but something he knew lay deeper within. Atoq knows because he too has been bitter and masked it.
"I'll make this more like a partnership even Fifty-fifty?" Atoq said crossing his legs and leaning back, confidently. Light eyes examined the slightly scared man in front of him. Flynn was his name. He too seemed to have escaped death, narrowly and had a score to settle with Drake. Atoq--unlike his predecessor-- tries to get more higher class help. No "saving" people from slums.
"This isn't charity. I can easily get those artifacts myself, mate." Flynn brushed back some of his sandy hair "What I want is some insurance..."
Atoq watched Harry as he spoke.
"I want Drake dead." Harry said then gritting his teeth lightly.
Atoq felt his blood boil just at the name, and yet his heart races with nerves. Water. Choking. It all flashes back.
"I want that Drake bloody dead."
Dead.
Drowning.
Yes, he wanted that for Nathan Drake too.
"I can assure you I want no less." Atoq said, he really wanted Drake dead.
Harry looked to Atoq still seeming to be seething inwardly.
"That b*****d-"
"He'll die." Atoq interrupted "Slow, he'll choke...he will suffer."
Harry settled back in his seat and touched lightly at the faint burns along his cheek. "Good." Flynn commenting regaining his cool.
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At first I was fine with dying myself. Take you with me if I could. Two for the price of one, right? It didn't work like that. And....you left, no surprise. You always run off with your little blond birdie. I wanted to die alone for you to see before but now; /now/ I want you to die first. I want the man I love to die so I can bloody move on. I hate you. I really hate you. I hate that I even /hesitate/ to hate you. I wanted to go in a bang and have you be able to do nothing about it, to rip the hero right out of you. Instead I laid there and smoldered. You always have burned me, Nate.
It was going well. It's easy to attract Nathan Drake and lead him along. Of course he's so good at sudden table-turning it was bound to happen where Atoq and Harry were nearly foiled.
Atoq didn't take it well. He stormed around his room running a hand through his raven hair. "¡Cabrón!"
Harry seemed to shift impatiently on his feet. Atoq was nowhere near as intemidting as Lazarevic when he was angry.
"I won't let him beat me /again/!"
"He's a sly devil that one." Flynn commented dryly.
Atoq swung his hand over a dresser knocking over a bunch of items that his men had acquired. "Shut up." Atoq said standing straight and he muttered somethign under his breath. "You need to be more careful--"
"Me?" Harry scoffed, with his usual audacity.
"Yes!" Atoq growled stepping closer.
"Tell that to your mindless, slobbering, goons." Flynn rolled his eyes and turned some, stopping feeling a tight grip on his shoulder.
"They aren't the problem, it's like you /want/ him to be a step behind us! ¡Pierdete idiota ! " Atoq let go of Harry and threw his arms up.
"Oh, yes. I just /love/ being chased by that lucky son-of-a-b***h." Harry said, sarcasm thick.
"Get out." Atoq hissed.
"You don't scare me." Harry said with a mocking humorless laugh.
Atoq stared with piercing light eyes at Harry.
"You know who I worked for before? You're a nobody, Navarro."
Atoq grit his teeth, opening his mouth to speak.
"When you get lackeys who aren't total twits, let me know. Last time I work with mercenaries or war-criminals, /honestly/."
That time Atoq watched him leave.
Roman you were wrong. I'll show you and Drake.
I'm not a nobody. He sat on his bed and fumed the rest of the night.
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If Gabriel can fall, surly, you can too Drake.
It was straining and stressful to successfully find enchanted like treasures and beat Drake to them. Luckily it was another Spanish treasure and between Atoq's cultural knowledge and Flynn's theiving they held their own. Their numbers were dwindling.
"Where do you even find these clowns?" Flynn asked sitting back with Atoq. Another rough day.
Atoq huffed and scratched at his goatee. "Men for hire. What do you expect? "
Flynn gave a slight shrug and then went "I expect to get what you pay for."
"Careful. I might pay you based on what you're giving me."
"Oh, a raise? How kind." Harry chuckled, and smirked.
Atoq stood and looked to Harry "I know I said I'd make this more like a partnership--don't forget /I/ employed /you/."
Harry just snickered shaking his head "Oh, this is precious."
Atoq grabbed Harry by the shirt and started to shove him back but Flynn smacked him and moved back from his hold. Atoq growled and to his surprised Flynn grabbed him slamming his back into the wall.
"Feisty." Flynn commented smirking slightly "Listen, what was it? Navarro?~ You don't scare me in the slightest."
 Zi Kimizuru · Thu Feb 18, 2010 @ 11:55pm · 0 Comments |
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