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Borneo was a humid climate choked with stagnant ponds and near emaciated crocodiles that stalked the mossy swards. Vines festooned the high canopies like velvety green ribbons while the birds chirped their merriment in a series of medleys. To Zoran Lazarevic, their song was more a dirge then a melody. He'd escorted his carvan through the rain forest into the its heart. Flynn informed him that Marco Polo's fleet should have been washed ashore are their respective position, but Lazarevic thought Flynn as incompetent as his lowest-ranked mercenary. Aside from his whimsical attitude - which Lazarevic altogether despised - and his innefficeny in completing assigned tasks, Lazarevic somehow managed to stomach his Aussie employee. Late that afternoon the nefarious warlord was skulking around his quarters which was erected from a sturdy wood platform. Its walls were littered in maps and tokens markers that would, hopefully, guide him on his journey to discover the Chintamani Stone. He sent for Flynn some hours ago but hadn't heard even a word. Infuriated, he stormed outside into the hot, humid air. Despite the climate he somehow managed to endure his all black attire, no doubt encumbered by his sash of shotgun shells and heavyset bullet-proof vest. Where is Flynn!? His Russian intone resounded through the expanse like drums of war. His hired guns and mercenaries - who at the time were mosying about, moving debris from Marco Polo's ships and unloading weapons - all came to an abrupt halt and gawked at him with frightened gazes. One man stepped forward, evidently a higher ranked individual, and inclined his head towards Lazarevic. He's on his way, the man reassured him, but Lazarevic wasn't quite convinced. Fools! he hollered, I'm surrounded by incompetence, and fools! Meanwhile, as he went about his tyrannical tirade, one of his affiliates was fairing better in the cool confints of her yurt. She was an Egyptian woman half a decade shy of her late twenties with almond-shaped eyes littered with flecks of gold. She could hear her employer's voice shotgun through the yard. Ramses warned her not to irk Lazarevic. He may be in need of my ships, she remembered him saying, But don't think for a second that he'll hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes, habibi . She absentmindedly flicked her labret piercing with her tongue, briefly eyeing over a sheaf of documents Lazarevic was looking to decipher. She was no scribe, however, and gently laid her work aside. The day was inexplicably humid though she had been accustomed to similar heat. Her bronze flesh was weeping sweat but she still managed to smell of spice and cloves, a scent that clung to her lion's mane of black hair as if it were a veil. She saw no reason to sort through Lazarevic's paperwork nor was she immensely content with being holed away in a tent sweltering with heat. It was his command, however, and as Ramses had warned, irking Lazarevic may very well have been the last thing she did.
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts I instructed you to be here an hour ago! Lazarevic hollered. The scar marring the right side of his faced appeared more disfigured when he was agitated. He paced, ponderously, about the platform with his eyes virtually screaming hatred. By then a copse of grunts had collected, attempting to make their presence unknown and feigning labour. What do you fools think you're doing!? They all balked and scattered like the frightened birds that took wing overhead. Mr, Flynn. His voice fell to a lower decibel it was eerily calm all of the sudden, a tone that often heralded doom. I will not suffer your inability to follow instructions any longer. It becomes increasingly evident to me that I have hired the wrong man. Perhaps Nathan Drake would have been more efficient. Suddenly, he clasped Flynn by his neck and guided him into his tent where suspicious eyes couldn't pry. While the scene played out Ramses' affiliate emerged from her tent with a pair of reflective aviators to protect her eyes from the sun. She gazed over the yard and stole long, elegant strides around a sea of crates and cargo. Despite Lazarevic's being some insidious warlord, she wasn't all too frightened of him. Her complaisance seemed to pacify him to some degree, however displaced it may have been. His employees were often grateful to have her around even though she was obscenely silent. As Lazarevic was chiding Flynn, she waltzed into his tent on a pair of terrain-worn, shin-high combat boots. Mid spiel Lazarevic halted, glaring at the nubile vixen with disinterest. Ms. Zeitoun, he said with alarming courtesy, Have you come to present me with something of use? Perhaps you could teach Mr. Flynn some efficiency . There must be some reason as to why you are called Messiah, after all. In retrospect the Egyptian's name was Cacia, but she seldom had use of that title since she signed on to Ramses' payroll. Mr. Lazarevic, she said, her voice as sonorous as a bossa nova, I have. Admittedly, Messiah could stomach the Serbian's shouting any longer. The sun will set in a few hours and we'll likely have to put this operation on the back burner until the morning. Perhaps it's best to continue searching for remains with all available hands? Lazarevic scowled. As much as he wanted to berate the woman for her audacity, she held a valid point. He glared at Flynn and finally removed his hand from his neck. Very well, he said solemnly, You seem capable enough, Ms. Zeitoun. Take this imbecile with you, over the ravine where the others have been searching. Perhaps you'll set an example for him.
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts Messiah hadn't known Flynn from a hole in the wall. To her he appeared as a smug Aussie with a flaxen slick-back mane and mischievous eyes. He seemed harmless enough but she knew better than to underestimate a mouse when it was so small and could easily go unseen. Quite frankly she was surprised that Lazarevic didn't plant a bullet in Flynn's chest yet. Compared to this Nathan Drake she'd been hearing about, Flynn was undoubtedly incompetent, yet, Lazarevic stomached his failure for some clandestine reason. Eventually the silence grew more deafening than the jungle ambiance. Messiah vaulted over a rotten log and circuited around the remnants of a pond riddled with wooden shrapnel and debris. Why is it you irk him? she eventually asked, her tone mellifluous though flat, Does he not frighten you? She wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead and visored her vision as she gazed up beyond the canopy, gauging the hour of day. Several of Lazarevic's men were nearby they'd managed to lower themselves into the ravine while others inspected its bluffs. For makeshift excavators they were quite well armed - most were toting some degree of long guns as they raftelled into the ravine snipers hid in the canopies, too, eagerly sorting through the numbers in such of an anomaly. Messiah was equipped with her own weapons, two rafica pistols nestled within their respective holsters. Suddenly, a man came barreling towards Flynn. He was heavily clad for Borneo's climate and armed from head to toe with a sash of MK-NDIs. Flynn, he panted, we think we've found remains. It's something . Unlikely, Messiah blurted unconvincingly, If a flood washed the ships so far inland, survivors would have sought higher ground as refuge. If you've found any remains, they'll misguide you.
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts Messiah quickly found that Lazarevic's underlings were equally as stubborn as he. One night she spent virtually two hours trying to convince him of her logic, presenting certified evidence, but Lazarevic would have none of it. He merely waved a hand dismissively at her and commanded that she do as she was bid. Despite being simply an ambassador, she took her title seriously and did her very best to facilitate a successful mission. Down here, the man grunted. He lead the two down a expedient stone path besmirched with moss and lichen. Messiah was careful to avoid losing her footing - one misplaced step and she'd be plummeting into the ravine with a cracked skull and broken back. We found bones. He gestured to a tiny enclosure along side the bluff where a human skeleton laid scattered and timeworn. Messiah was the first to investigate, anchoring herself down to analyze the remains. Unabashedly, she plucked the skull from a heap of lukewarm mud and brushed her finger over its cheekbones. Two guards paroling nearby were directly in her line of sight and cringed at the display. Have you found anything else? Lazarevic's grunt shook his head. Just that. Messiah made an ill-humoured face. The skull is cracked, she noted, And so are most of the bones. This man fell to his death here. I suppose it's a red herring, but nothing of notable importance. She wiped a smear of earth from her jaw and grimaced, leering almost menacingly at the guard and Flynn. Are you both fucking touched ? They were Spaniards, not single-celled organisms. When it rains, anything possessing even the mildest hint of sentience knows to move to higher ground. She took the skull and thrust it into Flynn's chest. Is your skull cracked as well, Mr. Flynn?
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts Gunshots sang like a mournful dirge hummed for the dead. Immediately Lazarevic's men reacted with their myriad of weapons, each different to some degree, barrelling and vaulting over debris towards the campsite. Messiah couldn't begin to fathom what caused the commotion - maybe an arrant jungle animal or perhaps it was an accident. Either way she found herself being dragged by Flynn. By the time they arrived, Messiah was drenched in sweat. Her comely mane stuck in clumps to her cheeks. She lazily braided what parts she could and eased down over a rocky parapet into the campsite. Corpses littered the sward Lazarevic's pavilion was ransacked, the tower had virtually imploded and nearly three quarters of their supplies were in ruin. In case of such emergencies, Ramses came prepared. He secretly dispatched a group of pirates to oversee Messiah and in times such as these, they were all too convenient. Messiah reached for her belt and unfastened her walkie-talkie. The words that flitted from her mouth were some vernacular dialect of Arabic and the receiver on the other end spoke similarly. Alert, she plucked a pistol from her holster, slapped a clip in and kept it readily available in her hand. Where's Lazarevic? It was a rhetorical question but she felt Flynn felt obliged to give a slapstick response. Check for survivors.
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts As Flynn became prisoner to panic, Messiah combed through the corpses with a look of pure dread twisting her roguish features. Each she approached were slaughtered gunned down by some unknown trespasser. She was faced with a similar scenario when she and Ramses were plundering a passing vessel outside of Syria one night. He was ruthless and the ships sailors were altogether innocent, but he taught her that remorse would have her dead in a day. Eventually she came upon on man choking for breath in a low puddle of water. He was clutching the wound on his chest - a bullet bit through his protective vest and lodged itself within an inch of his heart. When he saw her approach his eyes flashed with some semblance of hope. Messiah threw herself to the ground, her usual nonchalant facade replaced with that of a kinder nature. She touched his forehead - it was sweaty and clammy, half covered in congealing blood. D-D-Dra ... ke ... Drake, he wheezed. Who? I - ... that doesn't matter. Take small breaths, habibi . Her reached for her shoulder but his hand fell short and splashed in the puddle below. He croaked his final breath and his face went white with one last sigh. Messiah cringed. She found her way into her tent, procuring her untouched SAS-12 that sat ensconced among her bedroll. Get a hold of yourself, she said almost kindly, That man mentioned the name Drake.
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts Messiah cocked her weapon. There will be no more messes, then. See if you can get a hold of Chloe. Messiah strapped her SAS-12 to her back and proceeded over the debris near the stone parapets that bordered the encampment. Lazarevic's watch dogs erected a cabin from the mast of a broken Spaniard vessel. Evidently it was blown to smithereens what was left of the splintered mast had descended upon the parapet creating a natural bridge to the mountains. Up here, she said, gesturing to the mast. You said he's after what we're after ... so he's searching for the Spaniards' remains as well? Lazarevic was scant on the details, he merely told Ramses and I that he wanted to know where the ships were. When we found them, he said he wanted remains. When we find remains, what's next? She absentmindedly chewed on her labret piercing, gently easing across the bridge with feline grace. The fall was back breaking and she had no intent to beg Flynn to euthanize her in the middle of some unmapped jungle. If she were to die, it would be at sea or in the sands. When I first came here, Lazarevic mentioned that you were a skilled affiliate, yet you're trembling like a child. I'm unimpressed ... Impress me, habibi .
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RE uncharted 2 AT swag and whts That is potentially one of the most clich lines I've eyed laid ear upon. So, not only are you a child, you're unoriginal as well. Messiah disliked speaking as often as she had, but secretly, she was making an attempt to cope. The scene laid before her strung a very sour note and sent her stomach flopping and roiling with discontent. While he made an attempt to contact Chloe Frazer she, herself, took initiative to touch base with her men. Lazervic wouldn't be all too pleased when he learned she had a score of pirates ready to pounce at any second, but in a situation such as this, they'd likely be useful. She spieled off a few more Arabic terms into her walkie-talkie but the response was static. As she climbed stony ledge after stony ledge, she pursed her lips and clutched her knees in an attempt to catch her breath. No doubt she'd be sore the following morning, but like most pirates, Messiah was concerned with the here and now. She glanced up at the mossy green slope ahead and the fearsome looking jungle trees that careened inward with their twisted boughs and branches. Admittedly, she didn't even believe that this Drake character had went this way. It was likely, with legion of Serbian mercenaries chasing after him, but there wasn't a way to be certain.
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Thread: Payback [Eyesoffire and Taijitu]

Liz had been growing impatient waiting for Crispin. She had things to do, stuff to buy. But the twit still hadn't finished. Well, he could kiss his Christmas bonus good-bye. Liz stayed busy with meaningless paperwork as the worker bees left the hive for the night. She was sure to glare at the few who sheepishly waved at her, hoping to make them feel guilty for daring to leave on time. Finally, Crispin entered her office. with a smirk on his face and walked right up to her desk like they were old pals. Liz was about to tear him a new asshole large enough to drive a truck through when he tossed the reports down and asked about the inflated expenses. No, it sounded like a question but Liz knew it was an accusation. How had he figured it out? What made him call about the charges? The boy was a sharp one and he had balls coming in here like that. But Crispin was still just an accountant while Liz was an Executive Vice-President. Those balls would get him buried. You little shitstain! she snapped as she rose from her chair. Don't you know who the hell I am? How dare you speak to me that way! Clean your desk out right now! Your ass is canned! Liz's chest was swelling with every angry breath as fire burned in her eyes. She had worked too hard to get where she was and she'd be damned if some bean counter was going to ruin it.
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Is that a new broach? He said, looking right at her chest, an inch from her breasts. The sun...oh it's that lovely, so reflective of you warm and bright disposition. Crispin did well to get out of her reach, he was sure she had no qualms about slapping him. However he continued to smile at her. Well your outburst just there proves my point. All I have to do now is call the travel agency, get them to send me a fax of their papers and show the upstairs people the difference in numbers. He took his papers back. I'll make sure to do that the moment I get in tomorrow morning. He looked back at her chest, she aroused him, though he didn't show it. I'm sure the broach set you back, what? three hundred? Four hundred big ones? Like like ivory and gold to me. Where did you get that kind of money I wonder? His grin grew and he turned to walk out the door. Oh, by the way, I'll clean it out tomorrow morning when I send this out to...well everyone higher then you in the company. he smiled and walked to the door. The image of her breasts bouncing flashed in his mind, how he would have loved to place his cock between them and have her rub him. He placed his hand on the door frame and turned. He gave Liz a lingering look and then spoke. I could...always keep these papers with me...you know...keep this little thing between us. Perhaps even take them to the shredder on my way out tonight if you decide to be a good girl, Ms. Fiorina...and maybe help me relax a little after all your shouting. He raised an eyebrow and turned fully towards her, holding the papers in front of him. Better yet...I might just give these papers to you to dispose of them any way you wish. He grinned. Of course he had a copy of the files with all the numbers on his computer...which only logged in after he typed in his own personal password.
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Liz tried to look enraged but while she was angry, she was also worried. Crispin had way too much information on her. She would get fired, probably arrested too. Even if she avoided jail she would most likely lose custody of Lindsay to her slug of an ex-husband. There was no way she could let all that happen. Luckily Crispin seemed to be willing to deal. She just wasn't to fond of his terms. Her skin had craawled when he leered at her chest. The man was pretty, but he was still way too low on the corporate totem to matter to Liz. You want to relax? I can get you extra sick days. Another week of vacation. This... misunderstanding has nothing to do with you.
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Crispin chuckled. No, no, no...see you're right...this has nothing to do with me. he said, taking a step closer to her. It's all about you...what you will do and say. How you'll say it and when. He moved closer to her and held the papers close to her hands, though his grip on them was still quite hard. He tilted his head to the side and grinned. So I'd like to know, Ms. Fiorina, what would you do to save your ass...how far would you go? Once we've established that, then ask yourself, are you willing to go farther? He raised and eyebrow and held out the papers in front of her. I do need to relax, but that's secondary to all of this. Just tell me...would you do anything?
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Liz was seething. She wanted to rip that smirk off Crispin's face with her nails. Or stab him in the eye with her letter opener and take those papers out of his cold dead hand. But there would be no way she could get away with that. Besides, the smartass was too clever not to have a contingency of some kind. Liz noticed her jaw was starting to hurt from grinding her teeth together, she had to do something. Crispin already had her bent over figuritively. She just hoped he didn't take him long to relax. Looking downard, Liz answered in a voice far quieter than any she had used in the office before. Yes.
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Crispin placed the papers on her desk. I will say nothing of this...you will keep on doing what you do and making that money and my mouth will remain shut...as long as you continue to satisfy me. He said, his hand were already on her hips, he'd walked behind her while speaking. Now he spoke into her ear. I'm surprised at you, Ms. Fiorina, I expected you to be a bit more resilient. He whispered as he held her hips close to his own, her ass pressing against his crotch, keeping her out of reach of the papers. He looked up, Good to know none of the cameras are pointed at your office, or even inside it...but the security guard is an avid voyeur...he might actually pay to see us. Crispin said, jerking her backwards with his hands on the word pay while his hips move forwards. His blood rushed, he could feel how hard he was getting, a few more moments and he'd be so uncomfortable in his pants. You realize what you're getting yourself into here, Ms. Fiorina...this contact won't be short. You still prepared to do anything?
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As Crispin spoke, Liz felt her skin crawl. As along as she continued to satisfy him? She thought one quick fuck would end this all. But the sick freak was wanting more, a lot more. Then he had the nerve to grind his disgusting crotch against her. It was way too much for her. Liz spun out of his grip and slapped Crispin hard across his face. On second thought, maybe you can go blow at guard yourself, perv! She grabbed the papers off her desk, crumpled them into a ball, and threw it at Crispin. She knew it was an empty gesture but she had to do it anyway. I was willing to be reasonable and cut a deal. But you're such a sick little fuck that you had to got too far!
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The ball of paper hit Crispin in the chest.. He barely noticed it, he only stood there, looking at Liz. Very well. he finally said, shrugging. I'll just print off another copy and have it shown to the big people upstairs. Good thing Frank interviewed me to get the job, you know Mr. Frank Wilkinson, Vice President of the company. Well he'll be happy to see me, he have me a hug when we were finished by the way...anyway, he'll be interested to see what I've got for him. He walked to the door, then turned again. Oh and I think it should be me telling you to clear your desk out by tomorrow...also, better understand that you won't be having a desk to clear out for a long time in the future. What you did was a crime and those records tend to stick around for quite a while. He smiled. But I'm sure you'll look ravishing in a MacDonald's uniform. With that he left her office.