It was a black night, the lone source of light came from two neon green lights seemingly floating across the field. The lights weren’t floating though, they were walking mounted to the head of if not the world’s most famous “archeologist” certainly it’s most lusted after. She normally didn’t care much in the way of equipment, a pair of pistols and enough ammunition to declare war on a small country was usually enough, and when it wasn’t it was her wits, not her gizmos that managed to get her out of a pharaoh’s tomb or away from animals that had long since gone extinct everywhere else on the planet.
Tonight was a different case all together. She wasn’t recovering the lost treasure of Imotep from his sunken palace. She was recovering a priceless, and stolen, piece of history from an undeserving piece of human refuse. The busty brunette felt a little like Batman, or Batgirl rather, with all the equipment she had strapped to sash. Aerosol sprays to detect laser grids, night vision, infrared and UV lights built into her custom made goggles, several different grapples and climbing tools. A PDA with the entire lay out of Wonderland.
Wonderland was the private estate of the most popular rapper perhaps of all time if judged purely on income. The Mad Hatter though he preferred the insane, MaDD hAtTA, spelling, or wherever the capitals managed to fall this time around. It was just one more infuriating thing for Lara that he seemed intentionally mangled the English language.
Rappers. She thought angrily watching as she passed by an opulent statue of the man himself wearing an absurd top hat to soft to keep its shape entirely it was cocked slightly to the side. Gaudy. She thought continuing to move on.
The mansion was came into view over a hill spilling enough light for Lara to turn off her night vision and instead let her lovely brown eyes t Continue reading