Lost City Raiders Page #2

There's not a lot of margin

for error on this one, son.

It's an old building.

One wrong move could be fatal.

Whatever...

okay, so, on the eastern side

of the building there's a circular wall grate.

Next, you're looking

for a flight of stairs going up to your left.

Well?

- homas, we're going ahead on foot now.

- Roger that.

All right, Jack. Let's take it slow and safe.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Looks like some sort of prison.

Monastic cells.

Monks would spend their whole lives

here reading from texts. =====

Looks like a prison to me.

Stop!

- Booby trap.

- What?

Yeah, stay still.

Count of three, I'm gonna

knock you off of this tile.

Ready?

One, two, three!

Nothin' happened.

Thanks.

My back needed adjusting.

"Pas padrenum sic transit este".

Thomas?

"Sign of the Lord

should deliver an outcast"

- That sounds like an encryption.

- It could be you're right.

There's some tiles by the door

in the shape of the cross.

Why don't we just blow the damn door

like we did in santiago?

- Too dangerous here, Jack.

- Like that last booby trap?

Don't worry, guys.

I'll solve this.

Touch the four corner tiles like you'd cross

yourself,

"In the name of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen".

"In the name of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen".

- Nothing, Thomas.

- Wait. What's the whole phrase?

In the name of the father,

the son, and the holy spirit,

now as ever shall be world

without end, amen.

- Twice. You gotta do it twice.

- Right.

"In the name of the father, the son,

and the holy spirit, amen".

Good work, Thomas.

Glad to see all that Sunday school

finally paid off for you, Thomas.

Well, I'm glad all those workouts

paid off for you too Jack.

- Oh, it reeks it here.

- Yeah, sulfur.

Let's not forget the rule of booby traps.

Yeah, there's never just one.

This thing's worth some money, pa.

You ready?

Uh, yeah. get it and

get the hell outta here.

- Go Jack!

- Pa!

What just happened?

Stop!

You guys Okay?

Thomas, we need another way out.

Uh, behind the left statue,

there's a small door

leading to the lower stairs.

Right here, pa!

Here, grab the box!

- You got it?

- I got it, I got it! come on!

Thomas, there's no exit!

Thomas!

Pa!

You okay?

- Yeah. The box.

- I got it.

What ever happened to "only risk your life

for something important"?

I don't know what's in the frickin' case,

but it better be priceless!

You're right, ack.

I made a mistake. I got careless.

- Okay, guys, calm down. Let's just check it out.

- No, no, no. The box gets delivered intact.

I wish I could tell you more.

I really do, but I can't. I gave my word.

Thomas, get us back into port, will ya?

Now.

Do not let that case out of your sight.

- No problems, I trust?

- Nothing we couldn't handle.

The scepter, it's gone.

Templars.

They must've stolen it.

I can't believe it.

We're too late?

About 800 years, it would seem.

Stay in port, john.

As soon as we trace this lead,

I'll be in touch.

I don't know, Mikhail.

I'm beginning to feel

that we will never succeed.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

You must not think that way, john.

We will find the scepter.

We must.

Without faith, all hope is lost.

No Scepter

More soon

So, when are we gonna be done

with this Vatican job?

I don't know. All we found

at Santo Stefano was another clue.

Well, if we don't get a paying job,

we're gonna be broke.

Well, as I always say, enjoy your meal

as if it was your last.

Yeah, well, this one may just be.

I recognize you guys.

- Oh, you're from the "Sea Bird";

- yeah, and who are you?

- Cara Cahill.

- Howdy. - Hi.

Well, um, I'm looking for a crew job.

You wouldn't know it from this getup,

but, I'm one hell of a grease monkey.

No, really! I know motors.

There is not an engine I can't fix.

My dad taught me.

Really?

Well, unfortunately, we don't hire females.

Right, pa? They're nothin' but trouble.

Can you dive?

Can I dive?

Any style you like.

beware mister.

This girlie is bad luck.

Don't listen to him!

you should hear the stories

about her.

Stories?

What stories?

Her first ship,

the alisman Two, capsized.

- Not a soul survived.

- That's not true! I survived.

All right, boys.

Time to go.

It was a glacial tsunami.

It's hardly my fault.

And then her second ship, The Venture,

got took down by a mutant squid.

- Ate the whole crew alive.

- Everyone except you?

Did I mention

I'm a terrific swimmer?

- They say she has the curse.

- Hey, shut up and butt out!

The only reason to hire her is this butt!

- Hey, buddy, that's enough, all right?

- Is it, now?

- I can take care of myself.

- Yeah, makes one of us.

You!

What are you doin', Jack?

Go get 'em!

who started this?

That was quite a display you put on back there, guys.

You could had got us arrester or..

- Hey, just doin' what you taught us, pa.

- Really? and what's that?

Risking our lives for somethin' important.

A cute girl.

If you put up a fight like that for Giovanna,

maybe you two'd still be together.

Oh, we'd still be together if

you hadn't kicked her off the boat.

Hey, go ahead and blame me,

if that's what makes you feel better.

But I encouraged her to go because

she's a brilliant woman with real potential,

and I'm sorry that you don't understand that.

Cardinal? What are you doing out here?

This place is dangerous.

I tried to tell the Cardinal but...

- John, there's new information.

- Thomas, give us a moment.

And given the breach in security,

I didn't want to risk sending a message.

The dagger you found belonged

to a templar named Mercardier.

He is entombed in Dresden,

and the scepter may be with him.

Then we leave for Dresden immediately,

huh?

Yes. Let's save the world!

John?

Huh?

You see, with faith,

there's always a way.

Bless you.

You know, Giovanna really did make up

her own mind to leave.

She wasted her time on this boat.

And on you.

OK. I made a mess of things.

But you gotta admit her theories

were pretty off the wall.

I mean, all that new-agey crap

about earth energies and shifting plates.

Come on. Give me a break.

You really miss her, don't you?

Come on. Just an inch.

What?

Not even an inch?

That can't be.

Average Water Level:

8.710 meters

There must be something wrong.

four inches!

Yes!

Yes!

Giovanna?

Giovanna Becker?

What do you want?

Can I help you?

My name is Renault.

It's about your work.

Listen, can we talk?

In your tent, please?

I was under the impression that

the permit for your experiment was denied.

Well, science can't wait for bureaucrats.

Are you here to arrest me or what?

Heavens no.

I'm here to hire you.

Miss Becker, sir.

Sir.

Nicholas Filiminov.

I am sorry about the long flight up here,

but I don't leave my office anymore.

I don't blame you.

I want to show you something.

Have you seen the water level today?

The news claims the waters

are rising by two millimeters a week,

but as you can see from my calculations

it's actually more like two millimeters a day.

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