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Chapter 19: The Supreme Temptation
At that moment, Dr. Boaz, extremely pale and twisting her fingers, asked to see Karel.
“What do you want?” He said, looking up from Rouzic’s notes about the Periapt’s symbolism.
“The woman is under treatment, as commanded, Meister.” She said. “If we continue the dose for some days we’ll have her docile and completely at your mercy.”
Karel looked at Giselle and smiled with amusement at seeing her overwhelmed look and her clenched teeth. “You can barely hide your hatred and loathing for Lara Croft.”
The scientist bit her lower lip. “That woman's hateful and despicable! She's spent two days tied up and under treatment, yet still she dares to challenge me.”
“Well, be grateful at least she didn't bite you.” Karel chuckled.
“You can’t negotiate with that bitch. She hates you, mein Meister, and she’ll do anything to damage you.”
The Nephilim shrugged and added: “That will on
Chapter 18: Giselle Boaz
Lara wondered if it was worth opening her eyes. She already knew what she was going to see: nothing. The Laboratory’s rooms were locked and bolted, leaving the patients in darkness, bound to stretchers and without any chance to move.
She silently reviewed all similar situations she’d been in, and came to the sad conclusion that this was by far the worst. Her ankles and wrists hurt when trying in vain to remove the straps. The slightest movement was torture.
Darkness had sharpened her hearing, so she could hear murmuring, far-off crying, and the occasional scream or screeching metal. So at least she wasn't totally isolated.
But where was she? That place resembled the Strahov Sanitarium, which she knew by Kurtis’ descriptions. As to what they would do to her, Lara guessed it, and while not harbouring any hope of getting rid of that, she resolutely decided not to give the enemy the satisfaction of seeing her desperation.
The door opened with a clang and a pulsing yellow
Chapter 15: Putai
It was getting dark when they left the stronghold. The return trip had been easy, with the skeletons leading the way, though Lara felt awkward about following a bunch of bones who treated Kurtis with great respect, and was mostly miffed when she noticed the traps didn't react to his presence. She commented about taking Kurtis everywhere from then on to avoid booby-traps and also something about her work no longer having any intrigue or passion.
The sunlight blinded their eyes when they came out. Jean, who was there leading the excavators, ran towards them: “How did it go? Sacré bleu!” He said, looking at Kurtis. “What happened, Monsieur Trent?” Kurtis had half of his face black with clotted blood.
“Occupational hazards,” said Lara. “Is the infirmary already set up?”
“Yes, by there.”
Upon entering the stronghold, they had left behind a wasteland devastated by the sirocco, but now there was a real camp.
Kurtis refused help
Chapter 16: Bloodstained Sand
Screams and gunfire woke her up. Lara jumped out of bed and took the shotgun from under the bundle of clothes she was using as her pillow, then she decided she couldn’t go out in her underwear and hurriedly put on some clothes. She secured the Periapt in her backpack and left the tent.
“What the…?” She exclaimed... and then she saw it. Several Jeeps were arriving, from which men were jumping off and invading the camp, armed with submachine guns, led by... “Gunderson!” Lara cursed a thousand times for not having killed him when she had the chance.
Chaos erupted. The terrified excavators fled to the only place that seemed safe: the stronghold. The Bedouin, who felt war as if it were in their own blood, took up arms with savage cries and rushed to meet the invaders. The result was one group bumping into the other and forming a maze of terrified and angry people, all yelling amidst the fuss.
“Oh, c'mon.” Lara muttered, annoyed.