A Lost Treasure Awaits

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Knight of Doom
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<em>I've dedicated 15 years to treasure hunting. In those 15 years, I've met friends. Enemies. History. My record is legendary amongst the treasure hunting community. A new generation has sprung up, calling out the original treasure hunters, and saying false things. We made up our records. We don't deserve to leave a legacy. We never found any treasure. So far, they have been very successful-more successful even to us. They will go down in history as the greatest treasure hunters ever. However, I should be credited with the establishment of this community. They will stop at nothing to seek to put themselves up above us in everything to prove that we are idiots and fools, following lost treasures that amounted to nothing. I thought I was done hunting in this life. Guess not.</em> He put his pen down, and closed his journal. He stood up, and looked out at the window. Behind him were shelves of books, antiques, miscellaneous items, and a desk with a rolly chair, along with a laptop on the desk. The floor was made of wooden planks, and in the attic, as there was no where else in the house to store his items. Bookshelves filled with journals, and rare items are stored in many different areas. As messy as it looks, it is also organized in the attic. Piles of books are scattered around, organized by date, time, and adventures. His old pistol is in his vest pocket. He sighed, and looked around the room. <em>One last time.</em> <em>Time to give an old friend a call.</em>


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Taylor sighed, as she walked out of her house and into her car. She had a bag with her, that she put in the shotgun side of the car. She turned on her engine, and backed out of the driveway. Small neighborhoods. I love it. She wouldn't want to live anywhere else. In front of her, was her house, a simple, but relatively big house. Her front lawn on the side of the driveway was lush green. It was early morning, 6:30 AM. The sun was shining its golden rays of light. Looks like no rain. And looks like a normal day for me. She continued for about 20 minutes when she stepped into her office. She pulled a set of keys in her pocket, modern keys, and put a key with a silver finish into the hole. She twisted it, and opened up her glass door into her office.


In her office, she had maps, pins, famous people and famous events pinned on the wall. This is what gets her up in the mornings. This is the life that she likes to live. As she sat down for some work, her phone rang, at a medium volume. "Hello?" she answered. A mysterious, but yet calming voice, said, "Is this Taylor Woxwell's office?" Whoa. Wait a minute.


"Um...what's your name?"


"Doesn't matter. I have a job for you."


Definitely mysterious.


"What....what does it entail?"


"What you're good at. History. Treasures."


She paused for a minute. She remembered the other trap set up by a big company.


"Who do you work for?"


"Who do you think?"


There's absolutely no way that can be..........She took a couple of deep breaths, with her hand over the microphone. "The Collector? The legendary treasure hunter?"


"4261 Stillwater Lane."


The voice hung up.


What the balls...Um...Ok....what the hell do I do now? Stillwater Lane? That's a...long drive. She wrote a quick note on a Post-it and put it on her desk, saying that she will be absent for a few weeks after today.
 
Samuel Wright

Samuel ground his teeth harder together, and behind his back he clenched his hand in a fist. Like a broken record, he was visiting his family to try to show them how much happier he was with his life choices. Like a broken record they didn't see. Samuel tuned back into what his mother was talking about. Still the sheep. For five minutes now, she had been talking about the damn sheep. He got it, she cared, they all cared. They just couldn't see that he did too, but in a different way. He held back a sigh, and kept the anger of his face, lest they turn on him again. The worst of it was that they meant well. They honestly thought they knew best.


Samuel looked outside, to the lush green fields, with the bees and the sheep, and felt nothing of the of the pure joy that kept his family running, he felt merely boredom. There was hidden treasure here, a little lunch box he had buried when he was only ten with his most valued possessions and a letter. Maybe it had been found by now, but likely it was lost to time. His bag held his most treasured possessions now, still packed, it was next to the front door. He itched to grab it and leave again, but he loved his family, and he simply wanted them to understand. His mother had fallen silent, and she was looking outside now too. Her eyes held nothing but love. Outside, his father had moved into view, and he smiled at them. This life was theirs, and they loved it. At moments like this, Samuel felt like an intruder. He had never felt it, never would.


His cellphone rang. The peace shattered. His mother looked at him with none of the love she had when looking outside, no, in her eyes was now merely disappointment. Samuel tried to feel guilty, but instead he felt excited. He hadn't planned a phone call, so likely it was someone for a job. "I'm sorry, I need to take this." He didn't smile, and tried to look guilty. He stepped outside of the living room and into the empty spinning room. "Hello, Samuel Wright speaking, who is this?" A silence fell on the phone.


"Who I am doesn't matter. I have a job for you, Samuel Wright."


"A job?" Mysterious people on the phone weren't too easily trusted, especially when they offered vague 'jobs' that would likely only be half legal, at best.


"We need your particular skill-set Mr. Wright, but my boss is no mob boss." Samuel swallowed, this man knew too much of his past dealings.


"Then..." Samuel took a breath, "who is your boss?"


"Who do you think?" Samuel let his mind work out the circumstances, and without permission his mind could offer only one explanation. It wasn't possible though. No. But who else...


"The... The Collector?" Samuel held his breath, waiting on denial.


"4261 Stillwater Lane." His phone clicked, and Samuel released his breath. No denial. Well. Time to disappoint his family again. There was only one town that had a Stillwater Lane in the vicinity, and it would be a long drive.


With a short, not-sad goodbye, Samuel grabbed his still-packed backpack and climbed into his car. He would stop by his apartment first, to grab his large medical kit, but it was on the way anyway. Finally, after three long, boring, and socially awkward days, Samuel was working again. He couldn't help but smile as he drove down the highway.
 
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The comfort of the leather chair Sesler resided in was akin to booze. It swilled him and left him in perfect harmony. For the moment. Like a hot wire, his mind would shift. The laid back recliner wasn't decent. To far from his goodies. Sesler stood, shaking his hands in a twisting manner as he prowled around his little apartment in an attempt to rid of his nerves.


Unlike others in his line of work, he never sought reward from his past endeavours. Hell, half of the stuff he turned into historical centers in the middle of the night was acquired in illicit ways. Trespassing, robbery, the charges were large. The apartment was nice enough, though. Fruit from honest labor, it was silent and private, his neighbors having no dealings with the spaz living next door. The carpet was wiry under his bare feet as he entered the tiled kitchen, perhaps for a beer or a bit of water. He'll decide then. However, his initial thought was cut off by an unfamiliar piercing sound. It repeated several times rapidly. It was only when he associated this sound with the vibration against his thigh that he realized it was his personal phone. He had no idea of what time of day it was, having slept in the living room without a clock, when the windows stay shut. Always. He'd sigh, opening the phone, waiting for the voice of his landlord.


"Y-Y-Yes? Varund-a-ar speaking."


His stutter had rolled into full play as his nerves came up. The caller ID was nothing he knew. Nor was it public. The cryptic voice at the end of a moment's icy silence spoke, in a voice perhaps unrecognizable.


A job for you. One that requires your skill.


Sesler bowed his head for a moment, now speaking on edge. As with any hunter, mysterious calls at any time were iffy. More than once has he heard and had adverse experiences.


"W-who is this?"


You know, Sesler Varundar.


He thought for a moment, tying loose bits together. Cryptic calls, hirings, almost clairvoyant knowledge, and the connection to call someone in a hunter community KNOWING that they are a hunter.


"The...Collector?"


4261 Stillwater Lane


"How do I know this is you?"


But the line was already dead. Cocking his head to the side in hindsight, he'd take that as proof. He'd pocket his phone, seemingly apprehending the scenario, before letting out a yell in excitement, quickly moving to messily empty his drawers and other possessions. Bundling his necessities in a duffel bag, he would have one of those cliché airport luggage suitcase with the wheels filled to capacity with several books around the home. In the end, he had to stuff several in his duffel and barely cram a bit more in the already-bulging case. Moving with the excitement of some prepubescent teen seeing a mature movie, he'd fly down the stairs of the perhaps tawdry tenement, getting some nasty remarks from his used-to-be neighbors.


He would pack his belongings in the 4-door 1988 Crown Victorian, or 'Dick Tracy' given the color and the fact that the undercover cops loved the model in the comics. He basically built the undercarriage by hand after finding the beast in a junkyard with barely a chassis and doors. A year-long project, Sesler was the surrogate father of the vintage vehicle. He'd start the engine, the roar and steady afterpurr ecstatic. Sure, it was a long drive. But Sesler felt in the company of good friends both gone and under his hands on the steering wheel.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucile lifted her face, letting the light and shadow dance across her skin. Bees hummed in and out of the pennyroyal. She inhaled its minty smell and continued on, delighting in the sound of her feet sliding through the leaves. She paused in awe and steadied her movements, her hand in position and her breathing slowed down. She had to focus, for this was a live scenery shot that must captured. It was simply breath taking; one could take a glance and yearn for more. The forest itself was evergreen, the leaves and vines intertwining themselves with one another, casading across branches. Flowers bloomed in each corner, attracting the insects who beckon for its sweet smell. A deer rustled out from the bushes, and Lucile kept as still as she possible could, her anticipation to capture the perfect shot being her drive.





She subconsciously stuck out her tongue, focusing her camera to take the shot, when a noise blared out. It was loud enough to startle the deer and send it dart into bushes once more. Lucy pouted and stamped her foot on the ground in annoyance. She had one of the most serene settings at her fingertips and yet, that all went down the drain because of this random noise she couldn't identify. She looked around her area, peeved at the recurring sound till she found the cause. She forgot to turn off her phone, again..


She huffed in annoyance, upset at her own mistake but brushed it off to answer the call. It was an unknown number, and she frowned at that. She tried answering in a sort of business like demeanor, but her voice was still quiet and stuttering. "H-Hello? Who i-is this?"


"That doesn't matter. What does is I have a job for you."


Lucy frowned even more, wondering whether this was a joke or not and if she should hang up. She was intrigued by this "job" however and continued the conversation. "W-who..What do you n-need from me?"


"You should know, Lucile Decroix"


"W-wait! W-why do you n-need me?" Lucile was starting to become afraid. She was known for her photography so anyone could have easily contacted her, but this was off. She was just a photographer. But she was a lookout for groups of Treasure hunters across the globe. Maybe that's what he wanted her for, and maybe he was someone else as well. That would have been the only reason to call her an actual job. "D-do you w-work the Collector?"


4261 Stillwater Lane


"Hey, hold on!" The line had cut off, leaving Lucile standing there confused, staring out into the forest. She huffed, holding the phone in her hands and contemplating on the situation. She sighed once more, picking up her camera and trekking back towards her car. She had a trip planned ahead but supposedly it would have to be postponed. She drove away from the forest, and headed towards the unknown place.
 
Sebastian sat at the bar nursing his drink. He had just finished up a job in America, it had gone as well as expected. Just a bunch of amateur art smugglers who were in way over their heads. He didn't even have to use his guns. Just some good old fashion ass kicking. The art have found its way back to the owner.


He took downed the rest of his drink and signaled to the bartender to get him another. The bartender walked up to him with a bottle of scotch.


"Rough day?" He asked as he poured the drink into Sebastians glass.


Sebastian snorted, "Not really. Just trying to do something with this jetlag. It's bloody awful".


He looked around at the others in the bar. He noticed a lady sitting by herself in the corner, carefully eyeing him. He gave her a smirk as he took his drink and prepared to make his way over to her. Just as he stood he felt the vibration of his phone in his jean pocket. He let out a silent curse as he fished up his phone and checked the caller ID. Unknown number. Sebastian rolled his eyes as he accepted the call, thinking it was one of those arrogant rich guys who wanted him as their body guard or something, which happened more times than he cares to admit.


"Hello".


"I have job for you".





Sebastian let out a sigh, "What kind of job?"


"One that requires your skill set. 4261 stillwater lane".





"Hold on mate", Sebastian started but the caller had already hung up. He stared at his phone for a moment, contemplating what to do next. He threw some money at the bardisk for the bartender before walking outside and catch a cab. He told the driver the adress and then he was on his way.
 
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Heading back home, Taylor threw everything she had into a single duffle bag. Her clothes, her weapons, and carried it and threw it in the back of the car. She turned her engine back on in the car, put on her seatbelt, and started the long drive to the address. What could possibly this legendary treasure hunter want with me? I don't understand. He's collected over 1000 things, most likely, and has seen it all. She was confused. The road was clear, as it was in the middle of the work day.


Time passed, and she eventually got to the place. What appeared in front of her, was a mansion, that was a medieval building mixed with modern lighting techniques. It was beautiful, and at the same time, a little nerve racking. She slowly walked up, uneasy, and opened the front door. Inside, there is a desk, with one lamp, with 5 chairs in front of the desk. Behind the desk was a mysterious figure, that said, "Welcome, Taylor. Take a seat." It was the same voice on the phone. She slowly walked over to a chair, and quietly sat down. The mystery man passed s file out and put it in front of every seat. "Is this...about the job?" She asked nervously.


"Yes, it is. I'll explain more when the others get here."


"The...others?"


"There are 4 empty seats-your colleagues will be here shortly."
 
Sebatian sat in the cab and watched the passing scenery. They hadn't been driving for long before he realised something. Idiot.





"Hey mate, I need to make a quick stop at Mirth Hotel," Sebastian told the driver. The cab changed directions and drove towards the hotel he had been staying at for the job he did. They stopped outside the hotel and Sebasian made his way out of the cab. He stopped before stepping out and turned towards the driver. "I'll only be a minute, need to get my things."


He made his way into the hotel and quickly up the stairs towards his room. Once he was inside he got his duffle bag and back bag. He took his jacket off and grabbed his gun out of the holster, checking how many bullets he had. Can't be too careful, he thought to himself as he placed the gun back. He made sure his knives where placed somewhere hidden, yet accessible. Then he made a quick scan of the room, making sure he had remembered everything before making his exit. He made his way down the stairs and handed the receptionist his room key before leaving and getting in the cab again.


The drive was silent until they reached the adress that the mysterious caller had given him. He handed the driver cash and made his way outside. When he was outside he couldn't help admiring the mansion for a second. At least the guy has good taste. He walked up to the front door and pulled it open. He made his way inside, there were two people already here, one seated behind a desk, and the other in a chair in front of it.


"Welcome Sebastian, take a seat." The person behind the desk spoke. Sebastian placed his voice as the same from the phone call. He made his way over to one of the chair before taking a seat next to the lady. He looked at the other chairs.


"Expecting company?" He asked while glaring at the person behind the desk.


"Yes, the others should be here shortly."
 
Hours into the long drive, the initial excitement from being called upon by an idolic figure ebbed off. Sesler began to worry a bit as he recalled the fate of Arlo. What if it was a trap? Some long-forgotten bitterness he made years ago? Or even worse, if the Collector truly wanted him and he wasn't good enough. Sesler's mind was unpredictable even to him, and he wondered if he had the capabilities to pull this off. Surely there was someone better-prepared for this. Maybe he doesn't know about Sesler's inabilities. Maybe so.


He wasn't always this way. In fact, he was quite precise when he and Arlo did less-than-legitimate things back in Colombia. It may have been Arlo's death that led to this shift in ideology. Perhaps it was something else. Either way, he'd hide it to the best of his lacking abilities. He would cut his Vick's engine off as he reached the sloping ascent to the large doors of the building equivalent to a castle. Entering, he'd find the telltale room with five seats arranged like an auditorium facing the desks with a packet of papers upon each. He would be greeted by the cryptic voice once more.


"Welcome, Sesler. Have a seat."





Sesler would sit down in the chair, his head and hands shaking quite a bit as he spoke.


"Why me? Why now?"


He wouldn't receive the answer he wanted. Instead, he was simply echoed by-


"The others will be here shortly."


 
Lucile kept stopping to take random scenery shots, her concentration on the road shifting from one place to another. It was a small habit she had developed from the life of photography, and it was more of a thing that helps her calm down whenever certain situations made her uneasy. She rested down her camera for the final time, sighing as she did. Her car was parked on the side of the road, just so she could catch herself, but it felt like an eternity. Her thoughts of the call from earlier kept racing through her head, but she had to shrug it off, no matter how fear enveloped her.


She pulled onto the road once more, her hands gripping the steering wheel with much anxiety. Honestly she had never been this nervous in her life, but she had to try risking things at some point right? Hours passed and slowly started to become tired, her stamina wearing out. She finally approached a huge mansion, biting her lip as signal not to take a picture of the beautiful sight. This person obviously had good taste, and she admired that. Lucile parked her car nearby and walked towards the front door. It was already unlocked and there were a couple people sitting down in a room full of six chairs; two empty still.


Lucy timidly walked in, looking around the room as eyes fell upon her. The same icy voice emerged from the darkness, directing her to sit down. "Welcome, Lucile. Have a seat


She timidly sat down next to an un familiar man, her eyes darting between each and every person with fear. Meeting new people wasn't really her forte. "Exactly...W-why d-do you need me?" She stuttered, her cheeks slightly turning red from her embarrassment.


"The other will arrive shortly" was the only response she received.
 
Samuel Wright

The drive was tedious, and in his pocket his phone burned from lack of answers. Not just a big name, but the big name in the game called on him. He drove to his apartment to pick up some spare clothes and his large medkit. While there, he left a note in case one of his friends stopped by, no need to make them worry without reason after all. With a final breath inside his house for what would surely be quite some time, Samuel got back into his car, and started to drive to the mysterious Stillwaterlane 4261.


The drive was long, and by the time he got there his legs were tired. He had planned to stretch, but as soon as he stepped out of the car, he stopped in his tracks. The mansion, there simply was no other name for it, was impressive. In his time and his line of work, Samuel had seen some impressive buildings, but this one was certainly up there. The lighting only accentuated the amazing architecture of the structure. There were already some cars parked in front of the gate, and with only some hesitation Samuel headed inside.


The door was unlocked, and the exhaustion that had been building during the long drive was burned away in curiosity. The room had several chairs in it, including a desk with a single chair behind it. Samuel locked eyes with the mysterious man before he had even properly entered the room. "Samuel, welcome, take a seat." Softly, Samuel stepped forward, and he noticed that of the five chairs in front of the desk all but one of them were filled. He glanced at the others that had arrived before him, but he couldn't find any similarities between all of them as well as him. With one final glance at the striking blond to his side he looked back to the man behind the desk, expecting explanations.
 
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Taylor looked around, nervously, at the others. What...


The mystery man started speaking. He cleared his throat, and said, "Welcome. You have all made it here becuase you took up this job. Everything you will see and hear will be confidential." He cleared his throat again. "Taylor, you have the ability to lead others-and this is what has led you to the top of the treasure hunting community. You also know your history quite well. Sebastian, you are a fighter, and you protect others because of your skills. Lucie, you love photography. "Sesler, you are a tech head. You know the ins and outs of electronic equipment. This is why I have brought you here. You each have unique skill sets. You 5 are going to be a team. Now, open your folders."


The folders looked like some CIA shit. It had a confidential stamp over the front of it. Taylor opened the folder. The first thing was a picture of a silver bar. Taylor took a closer look. No way. That's a bar from Captain Kidd's ship.





"That picture was found off of the coast of Madagascar, and rumor has it, that Captain Kidd's treasure is hiding somewhere in Madagascar. You are not completely doing this for yourself, but for The Collector's purposes. Should you fail, his reputation will go down the drain. There is a lot riding on this."


Taylor looked back up. Well, then. That's really no pressure at all...





There was a pause.


"However, if you do succeed, you will not only allow The Collector to regain his reputation, but you also shall be reigned for the only people to find this treasure. You will also be paid very well for your troubles. You have many questions, I know, but there's not a lot of time left. Other people will be searching for this treasure as well."


Taylor's hands started sweating. Of course it wasn't going to be easy, but another faction...?


"This is all the information I have on this job for you, but I will stay a little longer for any questions."
 
Sesler would flip through the folder in a hastened fashion, barely reading the info as he let out a short quip of laughter. For a couple years, he had slowly ebbed off the hunter's urge and began honest work. Simply a clerk, he felt first at peace, but as with any aspect of his molten and shifting mind, the addiction to hunt for the unfindable came on in a flurry, one he never realized until he saw the proposed treasure of Captain Kidd. But, his mind rolled over the problem of other factions. Of course, he preferred being wanted than shot, but it was still a risk. Speaking in a fast pace that nearly threw the words into one syllable, he'd ask without looking from the photos.


"What...others are we dealing with? Simple, competitive rivals? Or something worse?"


In the end, Sesler already knew the answer, though he hated it. If it wasn't a violent force, Sebastian wouldn't be needed.


But the pay, the magnificent pay. And he got to fulfill the dream Arlo stomped out of actually allowing the public to enjoy these treasures, if only the knowledge of them. Shifting his mind on a dime, he'd ask a bit more slowly and delicately, as though he strained to.


"Are you sure I'm fit for the job? I'm not exactly...mentally perfect for something this professional."


Hell, the laugh offput even him. A grim and tense moment, and he let out a bark of laughter because the damn folder had information on basically a ghost treasure. But he was basically handpicked. Perhaps he worried too much.


Or too little. Never sure with the thunderstorm of his mind.
 
"Both competitors and rivals. Which will make things not only more tense, but more violent. You were also picked for a reason, Sesler."


Taylor looked over at Sesler when he laughed at the treasure. She quickly looked down. If this treasure is real...Not nearly as big as Avery's treasure, but...still...Libertalia never existed...





She sighed and laid back into her chair. "Why did you want specifically us on this job? There are plenty of other people who know the stuff that we know."


"We needed young and able bodies to do this. The Collector can't do this kind of thing anymore. Oh, and no other people were as highly qualified as you. No one believes in treasures anymore."


Well, that's depressing, Taylor thought.
 
Sebastian flipped through the folder in his hands. He looked over the information, paying little attention to the converstion around. When the words finally clicked he looked up at the man behind the desk. He blinked a couple of times trying to process the information that has just been given.


"Hold on one second," Sebastian scowled at the man. "Are you taking a piss? The Collector."


He looked over at the others. "I mean, how do we know this that this guy really works for the Collector? He could just be some wanker that's going to screw us over the second we find that treasure." He turned his attention back to the man and leaned forward in his seat, glaring at him. "And trust me mate, you do not want to find out what happens to people that screws me over."
 
Samuel Wright

With a clench of his jaw, Samuel sat up straighter. This team, if they ever became that, would need his expertise. It didn't matter that the man behind the desk didn't name him, and it wouldn't matter if his name didn't go down in the history books. He laid his hand on his folder, and pulled it in closer, but he didn't open it yet. History wasn't why he was picked to be here, the future of the team was. He looked them over again, paying closer attention to each of them. Young, passionate, now he was starting to see what bound them together.


Still, Sebastian had a point, and a perspective that Samuel had been too starstruck to consider. He turned so he was fully facing Sebastian, not caring that he was turning away from the person behind the desk, the person that held enough power to get this team here. "But Seb, who else would know all of the things that he knows?" From the corner of his eye Samuel glanced at the man in question, "and why would he lie about it, when he clearly has the money and knowledge to buy loyalty?" Sure, it was rude to insinuate someone could hire mercenaries or blackmail people into doing things, but it was clear from Samuel's interaction with him that he could. That only made it more honorable that he hadn't... yet. And that 'yet'... well, Sebastian had a good point to worry about that.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucile timidly looked the folder , her hand lingering on the flap, before huffing and opening it as well. Exactly why had he picked her was completely unknown, for she was just a photographer and lookout who did a couple treasure hunts, but that was all honestly. She wasn't an experienced fighter like anyone else here, and she was already scared of shooting guns, so why would they need her? She sighed, pausing from going over the folder, and looked around the room towards every face. She really looked out of place. One of the men next to her spoke up yet again, and she thought about what he said.


It was true that this couldn't seem any more supicious that they had already made it out to be, but then again, who would joke about The Collector? "...It seems p-pretty leg-gitmate.." she spoke up, but her nerves getting the best of her once more. "I mean...Why would s-someone joke about The Collector...?" She looked back down at the folder, reading it over again and again carefully, a habit from reading so much in her spare time.
 
"You guys are a bunch of imbicles."


She knew she just drew attention. Bad attention.


"Look, this could be one of the most historical finds anyone has ever looked for. In the late 17th century, Madagascar was the place to go for pirates, which they made colonies there. We have the chance to chase possibly a lost city and treasure."


The man behind the desk straightened up. "Well, if you don't believe me..." He pointed to the door. "...you can leave. Taylor is also right. You could have a shot at finding something bigger than this."
 
He'd look through the folder a bit more slowly, occasionally grinning as he crossed a factoid that entertained him.


"I imagine our expenses our covered? I'll take a sandwich if you're buying lunch as well."


Although it was said in his joking manner, it was to stake his claim that he had already mentally set sail for the treasure. Turning with a false expression of confusion, he'd then ask-


"Imbecile? Well that's not a good first impression."


Chuckling to himself as though it was a private joke only he knew, he then looked back to the cryptic man, quickly quieting himself and began to fold his fingers together.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucile looked at Taylor, biting the inside of her cheek to restrain herself from saying anything crude. Imbecile? She really needed to think about what she says before speaking those words. Lucy looked back down at the folder, continuing her constant reading before cloing it with both her hands. She sighed, shaking her at this nonsense. However it was extremely tempting, considering she had never been in that region before, and the dountless pictures she could take were almost endless.





She fodgeted in her seat, before raising her voice once more "I..suppose it's worth a shot..." She went back to biting the inside of her cheek, looking around at the others for their responses.
 
Sebastian considered what they were all saying for a moment, then he shrugged it off. "What the hell, seems like fun," he grinned. "Also, back to what Sesler said about lunch, because I am feeling a bit peckish," he said with his goofy grin still in place. He knew the situation was serious, so he tried to ease the tension. Also he hadn't had a chance to eat yet, so he wasn't exactly lying about the being peckish part.


In his head he couldn't help to start going over different plans. The others here didn't exactly look like fighters, but he learned a long time ago never to judge a book by its cover. He knew why he was needed, his fighting skills. On this hunt he were responsible for their lives. He needed to make sure nothing happened that would put their safety at risk.
 
Samuel Wright

Well. It seemed that those concerns had been waved aside rather easily. Still, Samuel couldn't help but feel at ease again, despite Taylor's outburst. After all, she really had a good point, even if she could have made it with more subtlety. "Fuck it lets do it?" Samuel echoed Sebastian, matching his grin. Despite the crudeness, Samuel couldn't help but agree with Sebastian. Just on time, his stomach rumbled. "Well, I've not eaten since five AM so, yeah I could use some chow." Up with the bees, was what his dad had said when he had gotten him out of bed so early with toast with honey and sheep's cheese.


Samuel looked at Sebastian, and from the way he spoke and held himself it was obvious that he was the kind of guy that would jump in front of a bullet for someone. He, but the rest of them too, would need protecting. Maybe not from themselves, but at least from the enemy. Samuel smiled, and he could feel his heart swell with protective need already. And his stomach softly growled from hunger again, he really needed to eat something.
 
"Good." The mystery man said. He reached down to his side, and pulled out a stack of money, and put it on the table. On it, the date was just a few days later. "Tell your friends and family that you're going on a business trip. Everything is confidential." The mystery man gave the stack to Taylor.


Whoa, now. Taylor flipped through the money, seeing that it's all actual dollar bills.


"Again, each and every one of you has skills that help the group as a whole. Nobody will get left behind."


Taylor put the stack of cash in her jacket pocket.


"You 5 will meet again, at the airport, tomorrow morning. There will be a taxi picking each one of you up and bringing you to the correct gate. You don't need to worry about what flight. We've got that covered. All you need to do, is give the front desk the money, and this." He pulled out an insignia of some sort. It was on a coin, with an arm, with a sword on it. Taylor closely inspected it. "So you put Tew's insignia on a coin. And this is supposed to signal what, now?"


"That you guys are going where you need to go. Madagascar. Pack lightly. I hear it's warm around this time. If that's all the questions you have," the man stopped and gave the coin to Lucile. "...Then I will assume you all have a ride back. I'll see you at the end of your journey."


Great.
 
Sesler eyed the money as it exchanged, suppressing a child-like fit of laughter. The whole confidentiality was the easiest part, Sesler having no family in contact with him. His neighbors weren't really 'friends', either. Standing up, he'd eye each and every member with the wide-eyed expression of euphonic excitement. Each detail was covered to a point that Sesler only needed to sleep and wake up the next day. Too bad he couldn't gossip about it on the forum.


"Glad to see the keepsakes stay with you guys. I'm gonna find myself some pills or something, a little suppressant. Not the biggest fan of air travel. Or green. Come to think of it, I'm not too keen on chili, either."


He'd lose his focused stare as his mind went off into absent thought, before leaving the room unannounced. Course, it wasn't inconspicuous.


Sitting in the Crown Vic, he'd punch the roof, letting out a shout of excitement before starting the engine. It was then that he remembered that he had forgot to dismiss himself. On the bright side, he didn't have anymore questions. Peeling out of the estate driveway, he'd quickly get onto the open road, handling the beast's stick shift like a horse's reins.


At least his trunk was already packed. On that thought, he yelled out "Damnit!", realizing a cab was driving him to the port and he would therefore have to exchange all of his luggage to that cab, then onto the plane...too much heavy lifting for one day.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucy jumped slightly when he gave her the coin, knowing that only he could put his trust in her for this exact purpose. She held up the coin in the dim light, inspecting it in every way, taking in as much detail as possible, before grabbing it once more and holding it tightly. "Well then...I-I should be off as w-well" she nodded towards and the others, giving a small wave as she headed back to her car, the coin well grasped in her hand. She hopped into her car, and gazed at the sky, not even realizing she had held her breath the entire time. To her this made her nervous, but in a good way, for she never really went back to adventurous things like things anymore, and she finally received an opportunity.


She took one more glance at the coin again, wiping her finger against the cold metal, before actually taking off from the mansion. She didn't stop to take pictures of even the night sky; she wasn't really nervous anymore, but excited. She smiled slightly, wondering if this is what her parents meant in their letter, risking everything alongside a team.


She arrived home hours later, knowing very well that she needed to pack, but instead she thought she could just pull apart whatever from her travel luggage in the car. But she'll do that later. As of right now, she needed sleep or coffee, or both depending on what came to her first. She sat down on her couch, still inspecting the coin. Something was telling her she had seen this before but nothing came to mind, so she ignored it and went to make a cup of coffee.
 
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