" .....AAARRRGGGG!!!" A woman was running arcross her walls on a bungee cord, her long brown braid flailing behind her, hazel eyes narrowed. In her hands were two Automatics, her feet- nothing. She aimed at cardboard images on the floor with weapons in their hands. May I present to you, Lara Croft of England, acheologist extrodnair and baiscally known as the Ninth Wonder.
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" I think today's practice went well," she murmured to herself, pulling off her white blouse. Unbraiding her hair, she walked into her bathroom and started the shower. Turning to the mirror, she began to brush out her hair. Raising her eyes slowly, Lara stared at herself in the glass, her image looking back at her. Silence reigned in the tiled room as the shower continued to run. " Lara, girl... you need a break," she told herself, taking off her white pants. Stepping in, her washed herself off just as her phone rang. " Jeeze... Winston!!! Can you get it for me?!!,' the girl shouted, poking her head out of the shower, shampoo on her head. " Yes, ma' am," answered her butler. Lara sighed and washed off the shampoo. Drying off, she placed a mid-night blue tank top and blue jeans on.
Walking out of her bedroom, she grabbed the top bainister and leapt off, ending with a backflip. Smiling to herself, Lara went into the kitchen. " I smell food...!," Lara said in a sing-songy voice. A plate with lasanga was apparently sitting there. Lara took a bit then whirled around at a sudden sound. Cocking an eyebrow, Lara cautiously walked into the dining room. Someone turned on the classical music... Lara turned around and ran out of the room to the main hallway near the front door. Raising her eyes, she saw a warm glow of light from the study. Going the opposite direction, she went into her bedroom and grabbed her Desert Eagle. Walking silently, she approached her study. Lara swallowed and narrowed her eyebrows. Peering from the doorway, Lara heard a man's voice. Tip-toeing up there, she brought out her gun and cocked it. " Whoever you are, I suggest you leave immediately," she threaten lowly, pointing her gun in the room. " Settle down, Ms. Croft. I come here on a proposition for you," drawled a New York-en voice.
The Raider walked up her steps and saw a man in his late fourties, with a blakc beard and green eyes in a formal suit. " Yes?," she questioned, placing the gun in her jeans. " My name is Julius Walker. I'm from Washington, D.C, on account of the President of the United States. We need your help, my dear," he asked, handing her a folder. Lara stared at it. " From the President...!," she mused to herself. Opening it up, she read the note he written to her. " The project's called 'Morning Glory?' Why is that?" " It's named after the flower. Apparently, it blooms in the morning in wonderful blosooms of purple and blue. Yet by night, it hides its self in the darkness and usually preys on pesdicites. Of course, that's when you step in. You're our ' Morning Glory,' Ms. Croft- that is, if you want to be," Mr. Walker said, suggestively.
Lara stared at him a bit. " May I ask where I start and what do I do?" " Your job is to retrieve a stolen artifact from the NASA department. It was found only three years ago in the regions of Alaska and we just begun making preperations to study it. It's in the shape of a circle with a emerald stone in the middle and unknown writings around it. We believe it's in the city of St. Petersburg, Russia. From there, the places of the next assignment will be e-mailed to you. We're to give you this," Mr. Walker said, handing her a silver laptop. Lara took it gingerly and studied it. " Alright then, I'll do it." " Great! I'll tell the President. Thank you, Ms. Croft," thanked the man and he left. Lara stared after him while he left and then back down at her new job. " I guess my 'break' will have to wait."