Maybe he could have found another way into the gala. Something where he wore a monkey suit with a tray, or climbed in through a skylight. None of them though were as appealing as something that gives him an excuse to hit up Lara and see if she wants to tag along. Maybe it won't be as exciting and dangerous as Peru had been, but it means having back up he trusts. More than that, back up he really wants to see, even if he wouldn't be quick to admit it.
Going to the airport meant not wearing his weapons, at least not the obvious ones, though he had strategically placed several of the stone knifes as a test for the Gala itself. It also meant taming down his clothes so he didn't strike people as a terrorist, wearing black jeans and a black Henley without the leather and straps that were his every day wear.
He is currently creeping out the door, making sure that no one notices that he's leaving. Closing the door as quietly as he can, he turns to head down the walk... and realizes he's not alone.
"Lara? What are you doing here?" He winces. "I mean, here this early. Why are you here this early?"
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Going to the airport meant not wearing his weapons, at least not the obvious ones, though he had strategically placed several of the stone knifes as a test for the Gala itself. It also meant taming down his clothes so he didn't strike people as a terrorist, wearing black jeans and a black Henley without the leather and straps that were his every day wear.
He is currently creeping out the door, making sure that no one notices that he's leaving. Closing the door as quietly as he can, he turns to head down the walk... and realizes he's not alone.
"Lara? What are you doing here?" He winces. "I mean, here this early. Why are you here this early?"