Somewhere around the 1900's and 30's.
For all you dreamed your entire childhood, it's was time to bring it to life.
Measured steps dodged all the badly intentioned men in the ship, the woman had a group of people in mind.
A group of Tomb Raiders she'd have joined a small while ago.
The man said he'd only accepted her because of her knowing about history, that you didn't mind.
You were a librarian, raised by an archeologist and a historian. It had always been your biggest aspiration to, one day, enter a tomb.
The year was 1917, tomb raiding was still the thing to do. Being an explorer at the time still brought immeasurable riches.
[...] For starters, the group you were staying with didn't have any more women, which you had expected.
You hit off well with Nicholas, a polite man, part of the trio, as well with Jonathan, the "comic relief", as per say.
The person that annoyed you the most was just the man you had closed contract with.
Richard Connor.
He was rude, annoying, mocking and sometimes even silly.
Were all tomb raiders this... stupid?
Stupid or not, your problems worsened when the Americans stepped into the dance.
It seemed they were already long date rivals of our British, and, oh, those men were the definition of crude.
As soon as they'd spotted you among the others, the biggest treasure went from gold jars hidden in the catacombs, to you.
[...]
Ew.