Uncharted 4 Elena Fisher Novels & Stories

The world tilted on its axis as Vincent read those words. His hands shook so bad he could barely tap the video link. On the screen, Elena stood on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge. She looked gaunt, fragile, her eyes hollow but steady. Every word out of her mouth hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. [Hi. I’m Elena Moretti. The mentally unhinged homewrecker everyone says was obsessed with Vincent Castellano.] [Today, I’m giving my life to set the record straight.]

Plankton and tiny silver fish darted past the glass, dancing in the refracted shafts of light that were finally beginning to penetrate the ocean's depths. "Julian is gone," Elara said, her voice barely louder than the hum of the distress beacon. She looked down at her hands, the hands that had built the biological key, and the hands that had shattered the launch console. "The drives, the research, the necrosis... it's all buried at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Genesis Island is finally over." "It's over," Dante agreed, reaching across the small space to gently cover her trembling hands with his own. "You stopped it, Elara. You broke the cycle."

The untraceable accounts. Had it all been leading to this? She closed her eyes. There was no turning back. She would find Damien. And if the truth shattered her? So be it. The journey to the island was anything but easy. Using cash and false IDs, Elena boarded a cargo ship headed to Indonesia, then transferred onto a smuggler’s vessel through the Pacific. She was no longer the pampered heiress who once sipped wine at Milan fashion shows. She was a woman on a mission, a woman in love with a man caught in the storm of her family’s lies.

Brianna- Elite's leader- Mind Doctor Brian/Kale- Elites second in command- Brute force and telepathy Stephanie- Elite's brains- Analyst Jaggers- Master of speed- Fire fox Eunice- Elite's instant pain bringer- Silent screams David- Elite's mercenary - Earth shaker Dan- Elite's ace- Instant darkness bringer Alexa- Elite's mode of confusion- Illusion creator Raven- Elite's top warrior- Fighter, analyst Anna- Elite's backup- Telekinesis

he whispered as he made his way towards him. *** Meanwhile, as Alex continued his silent pursuit, something unexpected unraveled elsewhere. The night before, after Mirabel had left Lucas and Alex in Room 443, out of disappointment, she had taken a cab to a bar far enough from the club lodge. She just needed to cool off and wash away the tension in her chest with shots of tequila.

The lady leaned her hips onto her office table. “Black.” Ruby smiled sweetly at her agent. “What is it you want to tell me?” I questioned, raising a brow at my senior manager. Ruby sighed before talking, “I have another side mission for you. It's an execution task.” I stretched my lips in a smirk, “Okay, name?” I crossed my legs on my seat, feeling giddy all of a sudden. “Gaspar Zaragoza.”

Elena is shocked and looks into the thin air for some minutes then goes into the bathroom. Daniel enters the room and goes to the DSLR camera and turns it off. He takes the SD card from the camera,transfers it into a flash drive and leaves the room. They leave the villa and gets to the Dock. “Take us back to the mainland” Daniel orders the Skipper as they enter the yatch. “Yes sir” The Skipper replies. Elena sits away from Daniel while looking into the thin air. She is lost in thoughts. Daniel notice her mood but ignores her while sipping a glass of champagne.

The punishment didn't last. At the crucial moment, Serena suddenly "fainted" right on cue. The whole family's attention instantly shifted. Doctors, nurses – it was chaos. Elara, enduring the sharp pain, retreated to her room. She pulled out her phone. There was an unread message from an encrypted number, a set of coordinates. "Three days from now, midnight. The last boat at Pier 24. Bring your people, the rest is on me. – J"

She screams louder like she’s hurt, but I don’t care anymore. I’m not getting roped into this scam. No. There’s just no way. I rush towards the door, seeing the outline of it in the darkness. But as soon as I tug on the doorknob, I realize that it’s locked. Locked from the outside. *** Elena’s POV Uncle Marcus sets down a full platter of seafood boil right in front of us, chuckling as the kids look at the crustaceans like they’re monsters. “Ew, I didn’t know crabs look like that,” Sophie says.

Final. We sprinted toward the back of the boathouse, stepping over bodies—two groaning, one unconscious, all bleeding. Elena shoved open the emergency hatch that led to the narrow outside ledge above the water. Wind slapped my face. The night air tasted like diesel and salt. Below us, tied beneath the dock’s shadow, was Elena’s smallest personal boat—nearly silent, quick, built for speed. She pulled me toward it. A gunshot cracked behind us. Wood splintered inches from my head.