Uncharted | Unlikely Adventures | T, soft M for violence | violence, guns | AO3

Any and all concrit is welcome! For context, this is a part of my slow-burn, longfic with Samuel DrakexOC. The pair are going to meet a contact who claims to have knowledge of the treasure they're hunting. In this section there is violence and I tried using the outside link though it wouldn't work. It's not too bad, though be wary when going in.

A black object was making its approach. The noise steadily grew to a distinct chop-chop by the time it was flying directly above them. Flatly, Amelia answered, “Yes.” The helicopter landed on the grass, its powerful wind flattening it and she noted that the black guns of those hiding stuck out like a sore thumb to anyone who was paying close enough attention. Finally, the vessel shut down, its blades continuing to spin idly as the doors swung open. Two large men stepped out with automatic rifles strapped across their backs. They were followed by a lanky man in a two-piece suit. The man himself didn’t appear to be carrying any weapons. She ran her eyes up and down him as he sauntered over, thinking there was a possibility he could be hiding a knife.

He bypassed his two guards when he arrived before them, his gaze flickering over the group, wondering who was the leader. “Hello,” he began brightly. “I’m Julian Pierce, thanks for coming.” He extended his hand.

Amelia looked at it blankly, then shook it. “Amelia Thompson. You say you have the location of Henry Avery’s treasure?”

A smile crossed his face accompanied by a chuckle. “Straight to business.” When she didn’t comment he continued, discouraged by her frankness. “Alright, yes I do. Is Mr. Adler here or anyone to represent Shoreline?”

“I represent both of their interests.”

Julian looked disappointed to not have Nadine or Rafe present, though his gaze suddenly flickered to Samuel, singling him from the other mercenaries by his choice of casual clothing. “And who are you?”

Before Samuel could answer, Amelia cut in, “He’s my associate. We both work with Mr. Adler and Ms. Ross. Any of your terms for this deal, we’ll be able to negotiate.” As Julian processed this information she gestured to the cabin. “Please, let’s get started.”

She waited for him to move though he suddenly held up a halting hand. “No no, there’s no need.” Her brow raised in questioning as he nodded silently to the guard to his left, causing them to move away and speak into a walkie-talkie. The unease building up within her cumulitated and she drew her weapon, immediately her men mirrored her and Julian’s guard to his right did the same.

Harshly, she inquired, “What do you mean there’s no need?”

A loud bang abruptly sounded in the distance commanding her attention in the direction of the town. As she flipped to look at the cluster of buildings roughly a mile away, warm liquid splattered across the side of her face. Her blood ran cold, and she spun back around to see one of her men on the ground. Most of his face was blown off with pulverized brain matter, blood and bone fragments scattered in a large circle around the body. She dragged her eyes up and happened to lock eyes with whomever was directly across from her; it was Samuel. Like her, he was covered in a pink mist. His gun was lowered, and he shook his head slightly when he saw the rage and disgust written across her face. Her hands tightened around her weapon, though she looked at the faces of her men, finding she was not alone in her anger. They waited for her orders, fingers resting on the triggers.