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hardcoreparkourNormally, Nathan Drake did his treasure-hunting on the water. But hurricane season had grounded D&F Fortunes, and he and Elena had planned for it by setting up a number of artifact-finding commissions from museums and other cultural heritage organizations. After a great deal of back-and-forth with the local Hopi community, and several promises and affidavits stating he would respect the sacred sites, Nathan found himself driving a Jeep up to the mouth of a cave just outside Pinon, Arizona.
There were old, old rumors that the spirit of the kachina Nataska lived there, a guardian spirit whose energy was prized by the people of the reservations. If he could navigate the treacherous long tunnels safely and excavate some of the ancient totems, it would not only put a feather in his cap and some money in their pockets, but mean a great deal to the local population. Elena had elected to stay back at the hotel with Cassie, since she wasn't old enough to come along on something like this, and Sully and Sam were off God Knew Where.
It felt strange, Nate thought to himself, as he got out of the Jeep and pulled his backpack full of gear out. He hadn't soloed something in years.
"Guess I'm gonna do a lot of talkin' to myself, then," he muttered, checking the batteries on the flashlight at his hip before starting inside, his hiking boots crunching on loose sand and stone, echoing into the darkness. "Okay, here goes nothing."
There were old, old rumors that the spirit of the kachina Nataska lived there, a guardian spirit whose energy was prized by the people of the reservations. If he could navigate the treacherous long tunnels safely and excavate some of the ancient totems, it would not only put a feather in his cap and some money in their pockets, but mean a great deal to the local population. Elena had elected to stay back at the hotel with Cassie, since she wasn't old enough to come along on something like this, and Sully and Sam were off God Knew Where.
It felt strange, Nate thought to himself, as he got out of the Jeep and pulled his backpack full of gear out. He hadn't soloed something in years.
"Guess I'm gonna do a lot of talkin' to myself, then," he muttered, checking the batteries on the flashlight at his hip before starting inside, his hiking boots crunching on loose sand and stone, echoing into the darkness. "Okay, here goes nothing."
