@trescharmant​  scheduled a rendezvous .

The scent of fresh baked bread and exhaust filled the morning air like an oily veil . Lara was careful to keep her head down , hair covered , and her hands in her pockets — trying to convey a sense of fatigue mirroring that of the early morning citizenry . A quick change of clothes in a public bathroom off the Rue de Valise had taken care of most of the blood splatter at least , and though haphazard , her getup shouldn’t draw any unwanted attention .

For a little while . News spread fast in a city like Paris . She’d be surprised if she wasn’t on the front cover of local newspapers already , and with the entire city on edge , her anonymity wasn’t exactly bound to last .

@legiate​ scheduled a rendezvous .

Lara was surprised to see the once deserted alleyway was chock - full with tourists . Her mind had been preoccupied for hours it seemed , mulling over the pictographs she’d seen in Aptera , and all the people she’d observed lining the beaches had suddenly migrated to the pubs and restaurants of Chania’s inner port . Some faces she recognized . Others seemed to blur into indistinct shapes .

❝ Pardon me . ❞ Pushing past an elderly couple outside what looked to be a cocktail bar , the tomb raider followed the flow of pedestrians further down the narrow street . Contingencies aside , she had to keep a low profile — most of her enemies still thought she was dead and gone , and she preferred to keep it that way . For now , at least .

Lara took a sharp right turn into a narrow back alley and refamiliarized herself with her map . There was a small excavation site - turned - tourist - attraction to her immediate right ; if Ioannis’ men were smart , they’d avoid it like the plague . It was much easier to head straight for the water . No one would look twice if they saw a handful of men climb into a fishing boat , and even if they did , she doubted it’d be a cause for alarm .