Uncharted 4 Elena Fisher の小説・ストーリー

Finrod started descending the stairs towards the shore. “Ahoy Matey!” The captain of the ship, who was as young and handsome as Caeruleus, welcomed them. “Welcome aboard. I am Captain Aquilus. It is such a pleasure to have Prince Finrod inside my humble Lady Bella.” “She is beautiful.” The elf prince eyed the ship. “That she is.” He showed them around the ship and his crew. Ellaine found out that they were all young and handsome. “Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!” The men ran about and not for long, they have already set sail.

“That's enough. Go find out who we can use as a resource among those blacklisted. I'll handle Hawkins myself. You're dismissed.” Chappelle's mouth clamped shut, and he nodded, backing away from the desk. As the door closed behind Chappelle, Ary leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the folder. A reminder beeped on his phone. He was to meet Justin and a new business partner for lunch. But his mind was back at his mansion. He couldn't wait to return home. ~~~~~ ELENA'S POV After washing his robe, I spent the rest of the morning in the kitchen, slicing beef, paper-thin, careful not to waste a single piece.

Being 13 years old and stuck with my suffering grandparents with an ailment is hard. I quickly wipe my tears and head into the locker room. ‘I’m going to wait out front to see if I can get a glimpse of Leonardo Falcone’. I hear the redhead say to one of the girls. ‘Maybe he’ll even try to get me home with me’. She bites her lip, pulls her hair from the bun, and turns to the mirror in her locker.

“I’ll just prefer to have a copy. Do you have a problem with that?” This time the detective went silent at her question. “No,” he shook his head. “No, I do not,” “Good,” She gave a nod and stretched her hand for the flash drive. “Where did you go?” Elena dropped her purse on the couch and blinked tiredly at Marco. “I have something to show you,” He paused, his irritation at her not answering her phone, giving way to concern at he stared at her worriedly. “What? What happened,” “Chelsea killed Evangelyn,” She whispered and slipped Marco to play the video.

There was a soft, rhythmic knock. ​Two shorts. One long. The Vance cadence. ​Moretti opened the door. A young woman stood there, her clothes tattered, her eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and hope. She wasn't an assassin. She was holding a piece of paper the note I’d left in the Vermont cabin. ​"I found the cabin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "They said... they said the Archivists were coming back to New York. My name is Elena. My family was 'liquidated' in the 2024 crash. We don't exist in the system anymore."

Together. back to Elena's narrative

Chapter 9: The Unedited Truth The cabin of the Gulfstream was quiet except for the hum of the engines as they flew over the Atlantic. Julian sat still staring at a video file he had not meant to open 'Rossi_Gala_Unedited'. Elena watched him from across the aisle, her heart beating fast. She saw his jaw drop and the blue light of the screen reflect in his eyes like a fading star. "What is it?" she asked softly, her voice almost lost in the engine noise.

Slowly, Julian lowered her, his softening cock slipping out of her, a milky trail dissipating in the seawater. Alistair came moments later, his release spurting onto the sand behind the rock, a hot, shameful secret. Meanwhile, in the dense jungle, Marcus had found a small, clear waterfall pooling in a grotto. He was sketching the play of light when he heard a rustle. Elena stepped into the clearing, her white jumpsuit unzipped to her sternum, revealing sweat-slicked skin. She looked furious. “Lost?” Marcus asked, not looking up from his pad.

Dante called out over the roar of the rotors. "The signature isn't mine. But the motive? That’s something you’re going to have to figure out for yourself." Before Marcus could reach him, Dante stepped off the edge, disappearing into the darkness just as his private chopper rose to meet him. Elena stood paralyzed, the drive biting into her palm. She had spent the day destroying her husband, only to realize she was standing in the middle of a web that spanned her entire life. She looked at Marcus, then at the sky where Dante’s silhouette was vanishing.