Goddamn kid. They were gonna be so fuckin’ grounded when they got home. One last heist, Sam said. One last adventure, his brother said. And Nathan obliged, leaving his son with his mother, with Elena and he left. Only this time Nathan landed himself in hot fucking water, again. But it was bad this time. He shouldn’t have humoured Sam. Guns blazing all around them when the engine of a car is heard revving, drives right though the wall and lo and behold, Nathan Drake’s son, in the flesh.