The sound of the humid forest was almost deafening: birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind, and the faint sound of running water in the distance. Nathan Drake emerged from the bushes, holding the map in one hand and adjusting his backpack with the other. He stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and looked at his interlocutor with a carefree smile.

"Well, at least we're still alive, right? Always a plus. But if this map is right—and with my luck, it probably isn't—the temple we're looking for should be just over that hill over there." He pointed to a rocky outcrop surrounded by dense trees.

Nate took a few steps forward, examining the terrain. "Of course, if those mercenaries don't get there before us, we might be able to get out of this without getting shot. What do you think? Time to be discreet... or do something crazy? I'll let you decide this time." He blinked, pulling the pistol from his waistband in a casual motion, ready for whatever came.