Sep 23, 2020
Nathan Drake was about to reach into the showcase with the gold bars that once belonged to the Aztecs, when he heard a quiet bump as if someone was jumping out of a window. A moment later, he saw Harry Flynn's smile on the other side of the showcase; the British treasure hunter smiled at him as if he was once again tricking Nate. - You have been played, genius. Again. - He said, reaching for the showcase. The golden bars shed light on his face just before they disappeared inside the backpack. - Sorry, mate. It's mine. Oh, and I would advise you to watch out for the guards. I wasn't particularly careful.
