@deus-ex-zeus : entry 01.
Coming into the city like this hadn't been a part of her investigations. Finding out that an acquaintance of her father's had map to Hamunaptra and sent it away had irrevocably brought her to the States, where she discovered not only Trinity was involved, but another unrelated group for an entirely different reason.
Both of them were dangerous, and both of them could not get their hands on the Book of Amun-Ra. If they were to ever try and obtain the rumored power of immortality that the book could offer, Lara shuddered to think what would happen if it ever truly fell into their hands. But another artifact that bore the hints and power of immortality was a bitter pill to swallow after her last adventure. After stowing her meager belongings that were light enough to travel in an inconspicuous motel near downtown Manhattan, the young archeologist prepared herself to find the one the Egyptologist had told her to find.
He had said that an organization called Gentek was after the map he held and that he had been in great danger. In his worries about the map falling into the wrong hands, he had sent the map in the intricate box to an "old friend" in New York City. By the time she had arrived, the map was gone and she had barely enough time to converse with him before Gentek attacked. It was with his dying breath that Lara learned of the friend in the states. After he had died, Lara dug through the office for any critical information and hid them away for her perusal later. It was perhaps after many hours of dealing with the local authorities on the death of Jonathan Brown and with the Embassy, she was finally cleared.
And now, she was here, in the streets of Manhattan and was trying to find anyone who knew someone named Mercer. But the more she tried to find out about Mercer, the more she found out about Gentek instead. With a sharp distaste, she tried to shake off the growing sense of dread that permeated through her body. Walking through the streets back to the little motel that she was staying at with her hands in the pocket of her jacket, she stilled when she spotted a flashlight flicker briefly through the window.
Her gaze narrowed, but she kept moving forward until she came to the second floor of the exterior of the motel. Slipping the keycard through the door, she waited for the light to switch green, drew her gun, and pushed open the door. The darkness of her motel bedroom greeted her and after a quick perusal of the room, she found that they had cleared through the window on the other side of the room. Closing it, locking it, she sighed and turned on the light. She shrugged out of her jacket and draped it over the back of one of the only two chairs in the room.
Glancing through her belongings, she was curious to find that none of her things had been touched. Unlike the flat she had stayed at, this was sparse in comparison with little to none of her notes on her investigative clues in full view. Finding out about the map for Hamunaptra had been an endeavor, but she needed the map to continue her search. Without realizing it, all of the paperwork that she had brought were scattered a top of the bed and table next to it.
Oh, she was so close, she could feel it. All she needed was the map.
With a sigh, she stood up. “Oh, wherever could you be?”
