A Lost Treasure Awaits

Samuel Wright

Samuel watched Lucille and Sesler leave with some confusion. "Wait, weren't we going to get lunch?" With one hand securing the folder he still hadn't opened to his lap, the other hand patted his stomach. Now that the subject of food had been brought up, he really was getting more hungry by the minute. With nary a glance at the mysterious man behind the desk Samuel carefully evaluated the two remaining members of their team. They both looked like the could hold themselves in a fight, especially Sebastian.


With a mind to recall the scene as it had been when he had arrived, Samuel realized that there had only been three cars parked. One of them likely needed a ride, or waiting on a pricey cab. "I know a great place in the city, close to my apartment but also fairly central." Samuel stood up, the folder awkwardly held in his hand, "great parking too." It seemed the thought of food alone was enough to summon more soft growls from Samuel's stomach. Slowly, he could feel a slight blush creeping up high on his cheek bones. Some great impression this was, a nurse that didn't take care of himself. Well. He'd just have to take even better care of them. He smiled, that wouldn't be a burden at all.
 
Taylor, quietly, stood up and left the mansion. She quickly looked up at the mansion, before heading home-on the long drive back. Was it worth it? Hell yes. As the light faded from broad daylight into dusk, she finally made it home. She quickly finished packing her stuff. She was extremely tired, and went to bed early.
 
Sebastian stood up, making sure he remembered to take everything with him. He turned towards Samuel and considered his offer for a moment. His stomach seemed to answer for him as it made a loud growling noise. He smirked over at Samuel. "Why Sammy, we've only just met and you're already asking me out for lunch," his voice became smooth as he stalked over towards Samuel. "Lunch sounds lovely."


Sebastian grinned as he grabbed Samuels arm, practicly draging him out of the mansion. He couldn't help but notice that his arms were more muscular than he had thought. Sebastian shaked his head, focus Sebbie, this job is dangerous, you need your head in the game. He stopped by the only car currently outside the masnion and looked at Samuel with what he calls his signature look (Which is just him smirking in a way he thinks makes him look cool).
 
Samuel Wright Sebastian Rollins

With a smile Samuel let himself be tugged to his car, and with a final glance back at the mansion, both he and Sebastian got in and left. During lunch, the food was delicious, but the questions they asked each other were alternatively too probing or too superficial, the balance was hard or impossible to hold. When they finished eating, Sebastian didn't seem to have a clear goal in mind, so Samuel asked him where his house was, prepared to drop him off again. Instead, Sebastian wanted to know a close by hotel, so Samuel offered his pull out couch. After all, they needed to be at the same place tomorrow, and no one else was staying over. As soon as they stepped into Samuel's apartment the mood and conversation turned softer, more private.


As Samuel pulled out his stack of delivery menus, Sebastian offered to cook, which Samuel gratefully accepted. He greatly enjoyed the food, and the unconscious singing as Sebastian prepared it even more. Samuel didn't mention in fear of embarrassing Sebastian, but his singing voice was amazing. The leftover pasta was frozen for when they returned and desert was the assorted fruits that Samuel had in his house. When Samuel yawned, and Sebastian followed, they decided it was best to hit the sack early so they were well rested for the trip tomorrow.
 
As everyone left, The Collector came out from behind him. He then asked, "Are they on their way?"


"Yes."


"Good. I pray to God that they don't get themselves killed."


"They're going to be fine."


"If you say so. If these young people die, you do realize it's on my shoulders?"


"You stress too much, old man."






8 HOURS LATER



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Morning came what felt like an instant. Outside of everyone's house, their alarms rang (If they had any on). A taxi waited outside of everyone's house.


Taylor woke up, strecthed and yawned. She opened her windows, and was hit with the golden rays of light that she was so used to seeing. But something different. Something...off...What did the mystery man say? Right. Something about a taxi. She got up, and got everything together, and went outside. She opened the back door, and got in. The driver immediately pulled out and went on his way.


Some time later, Taylor was expecting to seeing big airliner jets, such as United, Southwest, etc. etc. She was expecting an international airport. As the taxi driver approached the small, private jet and runway, Taylor was in a little bit of a shock. I guess going on an airliner would bring too much attention. She got out of the car, and approached the desk inside of the building. While there was only 2 to 4 other planes around, she gave the stack of money to the person sitting behind the desk. All we have to do now, is wait. She sat down in one of the chairs to wait for the others to get here.


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Samuel groggily woke up to the screeching sound of the alarm. He made his way to the kitchen on autopilot, not really awake yet. He had only one goal in mind, the coffee maker. He put the coffee maker on and poured himself a cup. As he lifted the cup to his mouth, he couldn't help but to stop to enjoy the scent for a second. His eyes drifted towards the living room, where he noticed a figure lying on his pull out couch. He stared at the couch for a minute, his mind slowly catching up. He walked over to Sebastian and stopped next to the couch. He contemplated about how to wake him up for a second, before deciding to just give him a small poke.


That was a huge mistake. Sebastian reacted quickly by putting Samuel in a headlock and pulling a gun from under his pillow, putting it against Samuels temple.


"The fuck?" Samuel exclaimed. Sebastain held his pose for a second before the sleep left his eyes and he realized who it was that he was holding. It took him a second and then he released the hold, dropping Sam like a sack of potatos, making him land on his face next to the couch. "Oops," Sebastian looked down at Sam.


Sam looked up at Sebastian as he stood up. Sam gave him a flat stare before he made his way into the bathroom, not saying a word as he closed the door. Sebastian stared after him before just shrugging it off. He could hear the water running. The smell of coffee mad e him move off the bed towards the kitchen. He poured himself a cup and started to make breakfast. Everything was done before Sam was out of the shower so he decided to use the time to change out of his sleeping clothes. He pulled on his best pair of jeans and a t-shirt, just as he finished the door to the bathroom opened.


They ate breakfast in a sleepy silence, Samuel still not completely awake. They grabbed their bags and Sebastian ushered a sleepy Sam outside and into the cab. He took placed their bags into the trunk before he got into the backseat with Sam.


They were dropped at a private jet and a runway, there were a building there as well. Sebastian grabbed their bags and they made their way inside. Once they were inside Sebastian did a quick scan of his surroundings, staying on alert as they entered an unfamiliar place. Sam on the other hand just made a beeline for one of the chairs, dropping down in it and slowly started drifting into half sleep. Sebastian just shook his head and made his way over there. He looked over at Taylor who had already arrived. "Morning love," he greeted Taylor as he sat down next to Sam.
 
Sesler was vividly awake as the blare of a digital alarm stuck into his mind like a knife, causing him to slam it on the ground in a display of euphoric excitement. The room was horribly dark as he dressed in whatever mismatched clothes he could find. Although it was a bright morning, he kept the windows shut for the open expanse of the town bothered him to a degree. A melodic voice rang from where he last slept, asking.


"Where you goin' so quickly?"


Trianna. A blonde beauty with no future set. Sesler knew the ins and outs of most modern and Stone Age tech, many vehicles, and even a damn 747. But women, and specifically Trianna Reils, were an enigma to him. He didn't know why she came and went, occasionally popping in to bring a bit of joy into his sober lifestyle. She was a slim figure, perhaps more due to her frugal eating habits than anything. Sesler pulled a shirt over his head before he answered the blue-eyed, Disney Princess-esque woman with so much ahead of her.


"Ican't say. Part of the job description."


"You're not...hunting again, are you?"


"I'm serious. I'll tell you when I come back."


"And when will that be?"


"Don't know. Less than two months, maybe."


"Why do you hunt?"


"Why do you stay with me? I'm holding you back, y'know."


"I'd rather be held back by you than some school."


"No, I don't want to force you to adapt to me. I'm a fucking spaz and infrequent at that."


Trianna didn't answer, instead leaving the room with her belongings intact. Sesler sat on the edge of the mattress as he heard the door creak and close. Standing up, he'd trot down the emergency stairs to avoid the awkward silence, heading to the Crown Vic. Popping the trunk, he'd start hauling luggage to the curb as the taxi came around. Setting the enormous quantity of books inside, he'd sit in the backseat of the vehicle, playing with a Zippo lighter he snagged a year or so back. He'd flick it first on, then off before closing and reopening the top. Either the taxi driver was payed very well to keep his mouth shut or just didn't care, as he let his little endeavor be.


Sesler had fully disassembled the lighter as he entered the lobby of the airport, sitting several seats down from the cluster as he stared fascinated at the odd parts. Taking the glass container bearing the gas used to fuel the flame, he'd grip the flint spring in his teeth before reattaching the sparkwheel to it. He would then flick the lighter, sending a small shower of sparks into his hands before falling into the augmented container, lighting the flame without a sustained hold of a button. Sesler would close the Zippo, cutting off any oxygen to the flames. He would then shake the burning sensation from his palms as he pocketed the faulty lighter.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucy was already awake. Wide awake. She could not sleep a single minute, for she was far too excited about the events unfolding in later hours of the morning. She even already unpacked and repacked her things, had her camera polished and done. She felt ready for everything at this point, except those people she partnered with. A team require communication, but she was already a stuttering mess herself so nothing could really be done to save that. She sighed, taking another sip of her coffee, waiting for day break to arrive as she sat patiently on her couch.


The moment it did, she scampered out of her living room, ziping and roaming around her home to get ready. She slipped on her boots, acting as a finale to her preperation, and sighed. She was extremely excited for this, maybe a little too much, but it had felt like a century since she went treasure hunting. And this was no ordinary treasure hunt, it was for The Collector. Then she remembered the coin. Lucy picked it up from where it rested on a coffee table, and kept it secured in her hand. She probably was the only person they were waiting on at this point. She walked over to the large window in the room, and wasn't surprised to see a cab parked out front.


Lucy picked up her luggage, and hung her camera around her neck, proceeding to walk out and over to the cab. The car ride was quiet, sand Lucile was extremely thankful she didn't have to make any small talk. Once she had arrived, she took her things and made her way inside. She saw the others sitting down already, and rested her things next to a sleeping Samuel. She pulled out the coin and walked over to the desk, flicking it onto it before nodding to the person behind it. She went back to her things, and sat, turning to give a small wave at the others. "Hello..."
 
Taylor stared off in the distance, and replied with a weak, "Hi,". As the plane was being inspected and ready to go, the man behind the desk asked, "Are you guys on this job?" he held up the same exact folder that everyone had. Taylor responded with a quick, "Yes, sir."


"Alright, your plane is just out in front."


"Is the plane ready?"


The inspector signaled that it was ready. The man then said, "Yes, ma'am."


She said to the others, "Cmon guys, we got a plane to catch." She walked onto the open runway, to the staircases coming out of the plane. The engines were ear deafening, even if they weren't on yet. Inside the jet was a nice interior, with single person couches as seats and desks inbetween them. There was an isle, and further down, a bar for drinks. One of the pilots said, "It's going to be a long flight, but we'll get you there safely." Taylor nodded as she put her bag down and sat down in one of the fancy seats.
 
Tucking the folder under arm, he'd walk out upon the monolith of a runway, climbing the stairs with his palms on the step in front of him as he crawled up it. He'd hesitate for a moment, simply listening to the air intake of one of the twin turbines before entering the spacious cabin.


Pulling out the Zippo once more, he'd take it apart again as he sat, laying the miniscule nuts and bolts on the plastic armrest on his side. Lowering his head under the rest, he'd twist at the screw holding it in place to his seat. Eventually, the metal brace around it would give in, turning like a bottlecap. Splitting the magnesium spark striker of the lighter into two pieces, he'd attract the screw first to one of the magnetic beams, then to the next, propping it inside the Zippo, leaving enough metal to hover the bolt above the surface between the magnetic energies. He'd then take the fliptop off the lighter, bracing it on top of the two beams. The metal acted as a conductor of the energy, causing the bolt to first slide one way, then another as the charge never fully rested. Letting out a laugh of triumph, he'd lean back in the chair, propping the armrest up with his knee.
 
Samuel Wright

When the talking around him started happening, Samuel opened his eyes, and when Taylor and Sesler got on the plane, Samuel groggily lifted his luggage and got on too. His luggage was heavier than he remembered, and for a moment he wondered how he had lifted it to and from the cab without dropping it when he saw that the plane had a coffeemaker on board. He did have breakfast, but for some reason he hadn't drunk his usual cup of morning coffee. After unceremoniously dumping his luggage on the nearest seat Samuel started to fiddle with the coffeemaker. Soon, he had a cup of sweet black ambrosia beneath his nose, and he drank it too quickly to really enjoy it, but he did immediately started really waking up. With a second cup in hand Samuel slumped into a chair and stared in wonder for several long moments at what Sesler had created.


With the coffee finally fully kicked in Samuel filled in several holes in his memory, nearly all of them Sebastian shaped. How had Seb just fit into his groove so well that he basically sleepwalked around him? In a few moments, he would feel a mix of emotions so muddled that the only one he could pick up was a soft fear. For now, however, he enjoyed his second cup of coffee, the fullness of a breakfast that wasn't soggy cereal, and the weird way that Sesler ...thing... kept moving and moving. On his comfortable chair close to the entrance as well as more importantly, the coffeemaker, Samuel felt content, even with all his feelings roiling around beneath the sleepily blank surface of his face.
 
Sebastian picked up his things and made his way to the plane. Once he was inside he dropped his bags nexts to one of the seats closest to the bar before making his way to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He made himself comfortable in his seat and pulled out his two handguns that he always carried. He put the 9 mm on the desk and started disassembling the 45. He found the familiar routine calming as he took it apart and inspected that everything was in order. The last thing we need is equipment failure, he thought to himself.


He looked at his team mates and wondered if they also brought weapons. If they did he would like to get the opportunity to look over them before they landed. He'd ask them once they were all on board.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucy stood up and quietly followed behind the group, gripping her camera in one hand and her luggage in the other. The moment she arrived on the plane, she was hit with the aroma of coffee, keeping a mental note to make a cup later on. She put her luggage in the overhead and sat in her own seat, pulling out a book and a pencil from her bag. Before she did start to write, she quickly got up to get three cups of coffee and sat back down in her seat, hopefully not making it look too weird, (although she probably seemed weird from the start). As she settled herself once more, she began scribbling down some notes and a journal for expedition.


She started to yawn slightly, it sounding similar to a child's, and the next thing you know, she's slowly dozing off in the chair. It was mostly the aftermath of her not sleeping too well the night before,
 
Samuel Wright

From his post next to the door Sam watched Seb and Lucille enter, and saw Lucille grabbing several cups of coffee. She looked tired and worn, now that Sam looked at her more closely, and he wondered if she hadn't slept as well as he had. From Lucille Sam's gaze drifted to Sebastian, who seemed to have set up shop near the bar. At least he grabbed water and not some alcoholic drink. Samuel checked his watch, and it was too early to drink, even for striking British men that slept with pistols beneath their pillows. Pistols he was now seemingly cleaning. A pistol that not too long ago, was held hard against his head.


"Was there an AK-47 beneath the bed too?!" Samuel shouted, as he jumped up and looked at Sebastian with a mix of fear and amazement. The quick heartbeat that should have happened this morning took place in his chest now, and he didn't even notice the warm coffee that spilled slightly from his cup onto his hand as he held Sebastian's gaze.
 
Sebastian looked over as the last person entered the plane. He was about to ask the others if they had any weapons on them, but was cut off. He dropped the parts he were cleaning, startled by the sudden shouting. He looked over at Sam, blinking a couple of times. He had hoped that the little incident from this morning had been forgotten. He considered lying for a second, but Sebastian never did like the easy way out.


"Yes," he answered and went back to cleaning his guns. "At least you didn't notice the granade," he mumbled under his breath.
 
Taylor winced at Samuel shouting. She looked over at Sebastian, and noticed he was inspecting his weapons, last minute. Taylor went over to her duffel bag, and inside, was a USP .45 and a M16, with ammo in it. She put her M16 on safety, and inspected it last minute. Looks good to go. The M16 wasn't loaded, and she played with the trigger before moving onto the USP .45. "Always be prepared," she said softly.
 
At the shout, Sesler folded his arms over his skull and swung his knee up in a flinching manner, knocking the lighter holding his magnet trick around. Grimacing, he'd collect the small bits in an agitated fashion. He'd let out a short bark of laughter as he found them all, deciding to abandon his little project for something else.


Coffee was something he avoided. It upset his mind and kept him more erratic than usual. The mood of weapon cleansing and maintenance became ambient, so he decided to use the lighter for more exotic purposes. Taking the fluid container out once more, he'd set the striker where it'd originally be on the body, wrapping the outlet into a narrow and pressured dot of the lighter. Using the armrest bolt, he'd hammer out a circle of metal from the lighter lid before sliding it in front of the outlet. Striking the light, it'd release a pop of contained gas that'd send the disc flying a few feet before digging into the carpet. The magnesium sticks used around the outlet sparked as well, burning the fluid in a rapid fashion. Closing the top over the lighter, he'd suffocate the flame before putting it back on the armrest. In retrospect, a handgun would've been nicer, but he enjoyed the little disasters he constructed.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucile jumped from the scream, a yelp following it as her last cup of coffee spilled on the floor and her notebook falling into it. She gasped, quietly mumbling "no" and saw the aftermath. The notebook was drenched in coffee, none of her notes nor journal entries could be salvaged from it. She pouted and growled slightly, but tried to maintain her composure. She sighed, picking up the cup and the notebook, throwing it away in one of the aisle's trash bags. She glanced down at Samuel when she walked back, giving him a cold look before her face changed back to a pout. Lucy took out her reading book this time, settling down in her seat once again, but turned away from everyone and read.
 
Sebastian glanced over at Taylor inspecting her own weapons. From where he sat, he couldn't help to admire the guns for a second. Oh right, remembering what he was about to ask earlier. "Alright lads, seeing as I intend to keep you alive for longer than a day, you wouldn't mind if I had a look at your weapons?" He asked and looked around at his team mates faces, stopping when his eyes landed on Taylor. "Also, do we have a plan? Because I'd rather not go into this blind."
 
Samuel Wright

Samuel couldn't help but snort softly as Seb said that he would be the one keeping them alive, since he was the one most likely to be shot. Still, it was an interesting question, and Sam sat quietly but attentively to see what weapons the others would pull out. Would Samuel be the only one with only a single handgun, or would Seb with his arsenal be the outlier. Sam sat still, while the awkward silence crawled in, like cold water soaking through socks, inevitable and horrible, and something you couldn't quite shake until you took a shower. When after another breath still no one replied Samuel stood up and quickly and effectively pulled out his holster, that still held his gun, neatly put on safety.


The handle wasn't necessarily welcome in Samuel's hand, but the Glock 21 fit easily inside his palm. He wrapped his fingers around the handle in a loose grip, and then grabbed the barrel and presented it handle first to Sebastian. "I think since I'm going to patch all of you up, I'm going to be just as important, Seb." He couldn't help but grin cheekily. His grin fell flat off his face when he looked to the side, and saw Lucille's ruined notebook. He laid a gentle, warm hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry about your notebook, Lucille." He looked back up at Seb again, his hand still on Lucille's shoulder. "Well Sebby, what do you make of it?" Sam couldn't help but let the nickname slip off his tongue, but he already felt connected to this entire team, despite what little contact they had actually had.
 
Sebastian accepted the gun from Sam. He inspected the gun with practised ease. "Glock 21, good choice." He put the gun back together before aiming at a random spot in the plane, testing of it felt in his hands. "Mostly used by law enforcement. Good aim, not too heavy, makes it easier too hide." He handed the gun back to Sam before turning to the rest of the team.


"Look, we're obviously going to spend a lot of time together. I don't know you guys, you guys don't know me. If you want to keep it that way, fine by me. But we are a team now, and we have a better chance at getting home alive if we all use this thing called communication. I'm not talking about becoming best friends, and sit by a bonfire, eating s'mores and singing kumbaya. Just making sure we all stay on the same page, and no one starts doing their own thing. Like I said, we're a team." He said in a firm voice. He kept up a poker face with a hard look in his eyes before his features turned soft, and he got a playful glint in his eyes.


"A very good looking team, mind you. We look like we're about to release the most brilliant action movie of the year," he grinned.
 
Lucile Decroix


Lucy jumped at the sudden touch on her shoulder, almost whipping back her arm entirely to hit Sammy. Sammy? Ok... She sighed, but smiled slightly and nodded at him. "Its f-fine..." She looked at he handgun in Seb's hand, tilting her head to the side as she examined the details herself. She had a gun and a couple pocket knives herself, but wasn't one for violence, though in this job it was probably necessary throughout. She stood up enough to reach her luggage underneath her and pulled out a small casing. It contained a silver barreled Derringer and three pocket knives next to it, mostly inherited from her parents. She lifted it up to show Seb, kinda hoping he wouldn't say anything too bad about it. "Well... I h-hope this is ok..." She stuttered before rolling her eyes at his playful antics.
 
Lifting his head from the homemade launcher, he'd close the lid over it before pocketing the altered device. Weaponry wasn't a trump card for him, minimal practice in both gunplay and his hands a detriment. As such, his handgun was picked with little knowledge of the performance or proper usage. A technician at heart, he had disassembled and reassembled the gun to the point of blind memorization.


It was a Sig Sauer P226, the build non custom nor altered. Sesler had a go at shaving the barrel a bit down, the gas release now balancing the recoil. As such, the gas released in a more forward movement, causing a bit of accuracy disruption once it surpassed several dozen yards. The grip was rubber, similar to tires. The slide was reinforced so that constant fire wouldn't bend or scar the metal. As for the safety and magazine release, each button was placed inches higher above the trigger guard to give a wider berth for the pointer finger without accidental mishaps. The gun wasn't pulled from a holster, instead sitting in his back pocket alongside the Zippo and other small devices.
 
Samuel Wright

Samuel smiled at Sebastian as he gave his high school musical style speech. "No trustfalls for you, Sebby?"He lifted the hand he had on Lucille's shoulder and grabbed Seb's with it instead. Now that Samuel bit the bullet, the rest of their team was more willing to show theirs too. He smiled at Sebastian while he looked at the team's guns. At least Sam didn't have to worry about being the worst equipped person on the team. Of course, the medkit was the most important piece of equipment for him, and he knew that there was simply no way that someone had a bigger one than him. Still, it was impressive to see Sebastian's knowledge about these machines, the way he could pick out all kinds of information. Right now, he was likely the one with the most knowledge about how each of their members functioned. Sam couldn't help but keep smiling at him while Sebastian talked.
 
Taylor looked around the plane. "P226. Nothing wrong with that," Taylor said, observing Sesler's pistol. AK-47. Powerful. Can put someone down, easily. Problem is, a lot of recoil. Lucile. Looks like a mini revolver. Dunno. A Glock. Interesting choices, around the plane. "I hope you all went shooting at least once in your life," Taylor said, in a joking tone. She took off her shoes and put them on top of the table in front of her. I could sleep here just fine. The PA system came on. "Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will be taking off shortly. While we're waiting, feel free to grab any drinks or snacks on this flight."


"I can fight as well, Sebastian. It's not all you," Taylor said in a flat tone.
 
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