Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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IC: Jake Hunter
Deep in the jungle of Colombia there were ancient Incan ruins. Many were still undiscovered like this one. Grown over and hidden underneath the forest canopy for centuries. Jake had cut through some the densest most inhospital rainforest for days searching for this one. The oppressive humidity made sweat roll down his body, his shirt cling to him, and threaten dehydration.
He made deep into the heart of the old temple. He'd found and circumvented three booby traps to get to this sacrificial chamber. Golden tablet gleaming in the light of his flashlight lay atop the alter at the far end of the room. The only problem was he hadn't been the first one inside this room.
Along one wall were the skeletal remains of three dead men. Two dressed in tattered conquistador uniforms and the third in what looked like a monk's frock. They were littered with what looked like poisoned darts.
Jake knelt in the entrance to the chamber, examining the stone littered floor. It was probably triggered by a pressure switch hidden among the uneven slabs on the floor. Then he cast a light upon the pictograph covered wall then up to the ceiling. There were several tree roots that had burrowed inside the room through the cracks in the ceiling. It was maybe fifteen meters walk among loaded blowguns in the wall.
He laid his flashlight down on the ground casting its light upon the altar and used some of his parkour training to vault up to the ceiling to grab hold of the dangling tree roots there. Under his weight they gave way but he shifted from one to another traversing the fifteen meters across the room without setting foot on the booby trap riddled floor. He landed atop the alter and snatched the tablet. Stowing it in his pack. He then prepared for his trek from tree root to tree root back across the chamber.
He jumped up and began his trek back across the room. Only about half way an explosion above shook the temple and his grip on the tree root he'd been hanging on slipped. He fell face first to the stony ground below. When he did felt one sink down and a click happened. Poisoned darts flew across the room just narrowly missing his prone body.
He sighed with relief but was having other problems as the sound of gunfire came from down the corridor he went down to reach this chamber. Someone was coming and by the looks of her, he knew who it was.
"Mike," He swore as his estranged wife burst through the doorway. She ducked behind the cover as gunfire burst through the doorway after her, "What the hell-"
"Damn it woman," He growled at her response reaching under him to pull out his Colt 45 from its holster. "Do you always have to bring a shit-ton of trouble after you?"
He fired two shots but he was in a bad place stuck in the middle of a booby trap covered floor in clear view of the gunmen down the hall through the door.
"Don't come any closer," He ordered when she made to step deeper into the room.
He fired two more shots winging one.
A grenade rattled into the room.
"Shit," He shouted. Jumping up from the floor and hauling ass in a dive to the corpses on the wall guessing those pressure triggers had already been exhausted underneath them.
Darts flew around him. The grenade exploded. He landed atop the two conquistadors and one monk. His vision blurry and ears ringing. The grenade, it was a flash-bang.
"Terrific," He grumbled. Atop of this the skeleton of the monk had been clutching a big book like it was the map to fucking El Dorado or something. The corner of it was currently jabbing him in the spleen.
A woman, if you could call her that. More like a shaved grizzly bear. She was seven feet or so and muscular like female body builders with an eye patch and a sore-tooth angry expression on her face. She came in carrying a SAW machine gun under one arm and pulling out the biggest and most vicious looking bowie knife in the other.
"Fuck," He swore as she swung the SAW's muzzle towards Mike.