Agree with Giuseppe and leave the dagger
Take the dagger yourself
“No, we should take it.” You tell Giuseppe, stepping closer to the column in the center of the chamber.
“Leave it, Elyse.” He growls, his voice a warning. You glance across at him and see his pistol is now aimed at you.
“You won’t shoot me, Giuseppe.” You smile stepping closer to the dagger.
“I don’t want to, believe me.” He tells you firmly. “But you take one more step and I swear I’ll put a bullet in you. If that dagger is as dangerous as Wheatley says, we can’t risk it falling into the wrong hands. Please, Elyse, leave it.”
Leave the dagger
Shoot Giuseppe
You jerk the luger in Giuseppe’s direction and pull the trigger. His eyes have just enough time to widen before the bullet slams into his chest. His pistol clatters to the floor while he gazes down at the wound in disbelief before slumping to the floor. Helga dives for Giuseppe’s pistol, her reflexes sharp as she picks it up and brings it to bear in one fluid motion. You are sharper, a second gunshot echoing in the enclosed chamber. Her head is snapped back, a neat hole in her forehead as she too drops to the ground.
“No!” Noah cries out, but you fire again, killing him where he stands, a strange bloodlust having momentarily relieved you of your senses. A deathly silence falls over the chamber and you survey the carnage before you, feeling a pang of guilt when you glance at Noah, knowing you have murdered an unarmed man. Your gaze falls on the dagger just a few paces away and you step over to the column.
“Beautiful.” You breathe, examining the jewel encrusted golden hilt, a sphere of amber set into the end. Reaching out, you grasp the hilt of the blade. The dagger slides easily out of the stone and you hold it, gazing curiously at it. The ground seems to tremble beneath your feet, but you barely notice as you feel a peculiar tingling in your fingers. The sensation grows until you can feel a strange power coursing through your body. A stronger tremor shakes the chamber yet you smile down at the dagger, feeling strong and invigorated. You hear a whisper in your mind and you blink in surprise, realizing the dagger is calling out to you. It wants blood. Your blood. Not much, just a few drops to strengthen your connection.
Do as the blade commands
Drop the dagger and get out while you can
“You’re right.” You tell Giuseppe. “If the dagger is so powerful, we daren’t let it fall into the hands of the Nazis…” Helga glares at you. “…or the Illuminati. Leave the compass here too and let’s forget this place ever existed.”
“Never!” Helga screams, throwing herself at you. She catches you by surprise, knocking you to the floor, the luger slipping from your grasp. Her hands are at your throat, her thumbs pressing against your windpipe. Her teeth are bared in a snarl and there is a wild rage in her eyes. As you try to prize her hands from your neck, you are dimly aware of a scuffle behind her as Noah grapples with Giuseppe for his pistol. Helga is surprisingly strong and you begin to panic as you fight for breath. You must act fast.
Try to push Helga off you
Reach out and try to grab the luger
You try to push the murderous Nazi off you, but Helga grins, confident of having the upper hand. Panicking, you claw at her before resorting to punching her in the ribs. She grunts in pain, but her grip doesn’t waver. Your eyes bulge and your mouth opens and closes as you desperately try to draw in air. The last thing you see as darkness engulfs you is Helga’s pale blue eyes gazing coldly into yours as she watches you die.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
You reach out blindly, your hand groping around on the cold stone floor. Helga’s eyes dart across and her confidence falters a little. Her hands clamp down even harder, trying to throttle the life out of you, but her reaction gives you hope that the luger is somewhere within your reach. Sweeping your arm up and down your hand nudges the cold, metallic shape of the pistol. Your fingers tighten around the grip and you pick it up. Helga’s eyes widen as you press it into her ribs.
“Nien!” She cries out as you pull the trigger. The gunshot is deafening in the confined space of the chamber. You watch her grimace in agony, her hands relaxing at your throat. Pushing her off you, you scramble to your feet, looking sadly down at her as a red stain spreads across the white shirt beneath the black jacket of her SS uniform. Her mouth opens and closes, but no words spill out. Her eyes roll back and she falls still. Another gunshot echoes behind you, drawing your attention to the others. Giuseppe and Noah stagger backwards away from each other, the pistol dropping from Noah’s fingers. Both men stare at each other in disbelief.
“Giuseppe? Noah?” You call out. Both glance towards you before Noah clutches his chest and you realize it is he who has suffered the fatal wound. Noah takes a couple more backward steps before lurching into the column. He glances at the dagger before reaching for it and pulling it free. Slumping to the floor, he smiles sadly at the mythical artifact for a moment before his head lolls forward, the dagger slipping from his grasp and clattering on the stone floor. You feel a deep rumble that makes the whole chamber tremble, dust and debris shaken free from between the sandstone blocks. Has removing the dagger set off some final devious trap? Giuseppe stoops to pick up the pistol, glancing momentarily at the dagger before straightening and turning to you.
“Time to leave.” He tells you. You nod and cross the chamber towards the long passageway. As the floor shudders violently beneath your feet, you take one last look at the dagger before sprinting after Giuseppe as he runs ahead of you. The air is thick with dust as a deeper rumble reverberates around you. Cracks appear in the walls and floor, the sandstone blocks shifting as the whole passageway threatens to collapse.
“Quickly!” Giuseppe calls out. As a crack in the floor ahead yawns open, you don’t need his encouragement, jumping the gap and running for the distant square of daylight at the mouth of the passage. Behind you, you can hear the thump of blocks dropping and smashing into the floor, but there’s something else. A voice telling you to wait. Noah? Is he still alive?
Glance over your shoulder
Keep going
You glance behind you, but there’s no sign of Noah. Instead, you are horrified to see the whole passageway collapsing in on itself. The sandstone blocks smashing into each other and kicking up a thick cloud of dust which threatens to engulf you. Again you hear the voice, but you realize it is only in your head. Is it the dagger trying to draw you back to it? The floor shifts beneath your feet and in the momentary distraction, you don’t see the uneven blocks as it cracks and distorts. Tripping over a raised block, you fall headlong onto the hard stone floor. As you scramble to your feet, the ceiling above you collapses. You have just enough time to scream in terror before several tons of sandstone blocks and rock crush you to death.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
Not daring to look back, you sprint hard for the ever expanding square of light ahead. Giuseppe is already there, dashing out onto the mountainside. The whole passageway is trembling with pieces of rock dropping from the ceiling ahead of you. Bowing your head, you summon every last ounce of stamina. Your heart thumps in your chest, your lungs burn and you grit your teeth trying to fight the pain from the stitch in your side. With a final surge of effort, you burst into the light just as the whole passageway collapses behind you, the blocks of the arch tumbling as a thick cloud of dust fills the air around you.
“Goddamn!” You pant, looking across at Giuseppe, who is bent forward with his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.
“We’re not out of this yet, sweetheart.” He grins humorlessly, nodding in the direction of the mountain. You turn and follow his gaze. The fog seems to have thinned and you can now see the top of the mountain. Thick black smoke is belching from the peak, filling the sky.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” You reply in disbelief.
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sp; “C’mon, we can make it.” He tells you, beginning to pick his way back down the mountainside. Thick fog still shrouds the lower slopes, but as you descend, you can see the beach on which you landed. The dinghy has gone and you guess the sailors have taken one look at the erupting volcano and headed back to the Herkules. If her captain has any sense, he too will have left the island. As a deep rumble fills the sky, you glance back up the slopes, seeing the glow of lava slowly oozing down from the peak.
“We’re running out of time.” You call out to Giuseppe.
“We’re close.” He replies. “This way.” Through the fog, you can make out the hazy silhouette of a seaplane on the beach below. You breathe a sigh of relief and quickly make your way down the last few yards of the rocky slope and cross the black sands of the beach. Scrambling aboard the plane, you follow Giuseppe into the cockpit. He throws himself into his seat and fires up the engines. They splutter to life and the plane slides off the beach and into the water.
“Since when are you a pilot?” You ask, raising your voice over the roar of the engines as the plane cuts through the ocean, picking up speed.
“Since our old pilot quit to go sun herself on a beach and drink rum.” He grins, pulling back on the yoke. The nose lifts, the rolling gray waves of the ocean dropping away as you take to the sky.
“Less of the old.” You chuckle, feeling a palpable sense of relief now you have left the erupting volcano behind you. Spotting the Herkules far below, steaming away from the island, you are glad that her captain and crew have escaped Helga’s fate. Finally allowing yourself to relax, you suddenly feel very weary as the events of the past few hours catch up with you. You shift in your seat and yawn before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
You awake with a start, your ears popping. The labored whining of the engines makes you sit up straight in your seat. You are low in the sky and Giuseppe is clearly preparing to land, but there’s nothing but ocean ahead of you.
“Uh, slight miscalculation with the fuel.” He grimaces, casting you a rueful smile. “Stronger headwinds than I expected. Sorry sweetheart, but we ain’t makin’ it back to Rio. I’m gonna have to put us down in the ocean. I’ve radioed in our position and help will be on its way.”
“Goddamn it, Giuseppe.” You groan, feeling a sense of déjà vu as you remember your crash landing in the Amazon. The endless expanse of ocean comes rushing up to meet you and the hull skips on the waves, water splashing over the cockpit windows. As you slow down, Giuseppe kills the engines, the plane bobbing gently on the waves.
“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’ve some time to kill.” He smirks. “Any ideas how we might occupy ourselves while we wait for rescue?” He cocks an eyebrow and flashes you a salacious smile.
Might be fun
You’ve had enough excitement for one day
“Cool it, flyboy.” You growl. “You’re lucky, but you ain’t gettin’ lucky, capiche?”
“Sure.” Giuseppe shrugs, his smile not even faltering. “You know, I’m sure I’ve got a deck of cards around here someplace…”
“Okay, but I’m not taking off something every time I lose a hand.” You growl as he rummages around in a compartment next to him. “I’m not falling for that again.” Giuseppe chuckles at the memory and pulls out a pack of cards, deftly shuffling them with the skill of a croupier before casually dealing you both a hand.
You play a few games of poker, laughing as you reminisce about working together during prohibition. As the conversation stalls, your thoughts turn to current events.
Ask him why he left the dagger
Ask him what’s next
“So what now?” You ask Giuseppe.
“I go get paid.” He laughs. “The Illuminati pay handsomely.”
“Must be nice.” You reply bitterly as you reflect that the whole adventure has now left you destitute.
“Don’t sweat it.” He replies. “I appreciate your help and I’ll see that you get your fair share. Enough for a decent payday for your trouble. In fact, once we’re refueled, fly me back to the states and I’ll let you keep the plane.”
“That’s… that’s mighty kind of you.” You tell him sincerely.
“Think nothing of it, sweetheart.” Giuseppe grins. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“I guess so.” You chuckle. Hearing the blare of a foghorn, you look up through the cockpit window at a coastguard vessel closing in on your position.
“Looks like we’re saved.” Giuseppe murmurs. You nod, watching as it draws alongside. As Giuseppe climbs out of his seat and steps through to the cabin, you hope you’ve done the right thing. If the dagger really was as powerful as Noah had suggested then mankind surely wasn’t ready for such power.
“C’mon, let’s go!” Giuseppe calls out, interrupting your introspection. “These guys are gonna tow us back to Rio.” You nod and climb to your feet. While the whole adventure hasn’t made you either rich or powerful, you’re still alive and one thing’s for sure: You won’t forget it in a hurry!
THE END
“So, why did you insist on leaving the dagger?” You ask him.
“A magic knife?” He replies smiling sardonically. “The whole thing sounded like horse shit to me.” You laugh at his nonchalance but his smile fades. “Still, didn’t seem worth the risk if it really is as powerful as Wheatley suggested. I may be just a two-bit gangster, but I don’t want to be responsible for sending the world to hell.”
“Your Illuminati friends won’t be happy that you didn’t bring them the dagger.” You remark.
“They’re not my friends.” He replies testily. “Besides, they paid me to bring back the map.” He taps his jacket pocket. “And that’s what they’re getting.”
“A map to a compass that is no longer there.” You remind him.
“But they don’t know that though, do they?” He grins.
“I guess they don’t.” You chuckle. Hearing the blare of a foghorn, you look up through the cockpit window, seeing a coastguard vessel closing in on your position.
“Looks like we’re saved.” Giuseppe murmurs. “Say, you wanna get a bite to eat once we get to shore?”
“Sure.” You reply.
“Good.” He grins. “I found this Italian restaurant in downtown Rio that’s almost as good as mama’s home cooking. I’ll buy you dinner and we can talk about you coming back to work for us, eh.”
“Okay, but no promises.” You laugh as the coastguard vessel draws alongside.
THE END
“You’ve always been a cocky son of a bitch.” You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. Giuseppe’s smile broadens as you climb out of your seat, shrug off your jacket and step across the cockpit to join him. You squeal in surprise as he pulls you onto his lap, your legs astride his as you face him. Your pulse quickens as he gazes hungrily into your eyes. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull him to you, pressing your lips to his. As you kiss, his stubbly jaw scrapes roughly against your smooth skin. You kiss him urgently, slipping your tongue between his lips. He meets it with his own, matching your passion. When you finally break the kiss, Giuseppe grins broadly.
“Didn’t actually think you’d go for it.” He chuckles. “Guess you just can’t help yourself, huh?”
“Don’t talk yourself out of it.” You warn him with a smile as you reach down and run your fingers over the growing bulge in the front of his pants and give it a playful squeeze.
“Uhh yeah.” He grunts before reaching out and grasping your hips.
“Mmm, what do we have here?” You grin, slowly unbuttoning his fly and reaching inside. As you wrap your fingers around his cock, the warm hardness of his shaft makes your pussy tingle. You eagerly tug it free of his pants, your pulse racing at the sight of his rigid length and the shiny swollen crown. Giuseppe’s hands slide up to cup your breasts, squeezing them through your thin cotton shirt and the bra beneath. You smile, enjoying the attention and biting your lower lip as you explore his hard shaft.
“So, what do you have in mind?” Giuseppe grins.
Something quick and passionate
Take things slow
“How about we get this thing inside me?” You purr, cocking an eyebrow and smirking.
“Sounds good to me, sweetheart!” Giuseppe replies eagerly.
“I figured you’d say that.” You chuckle as you climb off him, kicking off your boots and unbuckling your pants. His eyes are fixed on your groin as you slip them off before tugging down your panties. His hard cock twitches at the sight of your exposed pussy and you wonder if he can smell your own arousal. The seat creaks as you climb back onto his lap, grasping his cock and guiding it to your opening. You shiver with excitement as you drag the tip back and forth along your slit before sitting down and taking him inside you.
“Oh yeah!” Giuseppe grins broadly as he sinks deeply into your pussy, his hot thick shaft stretching you. Your mouth drops open and a low moan escapes your lips. His hands return to your hips, grasping you firmly as he begins to thrust up inside you.
“Yes! Damn that feels good.” You gasp, beginning to rock back and forth on his lap. Your legs are squeezed between Giuseppe’s thighs and the sides of his seat while the control yoke presses against your buttocks each time you rock back. Yet you barely notice the discomfort as you vigorously ride him, your moans of delight filling the confines of the cockpit.
“Yes, yes!” He groans thickly, his eyes fixed on the gaping top of your shirt and your exposed cleavage. You grin and unfasten the remaining buttons before reaching down and scooping your breasts from the cups of your bra. Reaching out, you slide your fingers around the back of Giuseppe’s head and pull him to your chest. He buries his face into your cleavage, kissing your soft mounds as you rotate your hips, grinding yourself down on him.
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