Lara cuts right, running down another intersecting corridor. Drake turns to fire a shot at the pursuer, revolver echoing loudly throughout the chambers, before wrapping around the corner to follower her. The guard fires back, carelessly scattering bullets into the walls around them.

"Is this a museum or a maze?!" Drake pants as he catches up to her.

They quickly turn another corner. This corridor has a dead end, leading to a tall archway on their right. A bright light casts through the opening, illuminating on the carpet ahead of them.

"You really think it is just artifacts he stores in here?"

"Who's—" He struggles to catch his breath. "He?"

She glares at him as they run neck-to-neck, debating on whether or not to elaborate. Drake glances back and his eyes widen, he grabs her by the arms and pulls her over to the wall.

"What are you—"

"Shh." Drake covers her mouth and points further down the hall.

She slaps his wrists and turns to follow his gaze to see several shadows now flashing through the light as people walk past the opening from the other side.

"We should turn around." She says, ready to take off the opposite way.

Drake snickers as he pops the cylinder out of the revolver and spins if, as if playing Russian roulette. "This ain't my first rodeo, sweetie."

"No, but it will be your last if you do something stupid." Her eyes narrow as she watches him pop the cylinder back in. "Like go up against a group of armed men with only five bullets."

He laughs as he struts toward the light. "I've worked with less."

Lara rolls her eyes unbelievably, shaking her head as she reluctantly follows him.