The Idol of Lesbos

"Are you sure this is the artifact that they're after? It seems harmless, and the legendary power it holds seems to be benign. Why would they waste their resources on something meant to turn any woman into a lover of women?" Lara asked.

"Intel says they've deployed troops and supplies to the last known location of it. If you want to know why, the best thing is to do is ask them yourself."

"Very funny. How long until we get there?"

"3 hours."

"Alright, I'll have a shower then."

Lara left the bridge of the old yacht and made her way to the one bathroom. Stripping off her clothes, she took a quick shower and wrapped a towel around her toned, athletic body. Years of training and now cave diving have definitely given her a physique worthy of the cover of Women's Fitness Magazine. She had been monitoring the activity of a terrorist group best on global domination, and it looked like they were after the Idol of Lesbos, hidden deep in the Mediterranean Jungle.

Lara clothes herself in her usual exploration clothes: tank top, pants, utility belt, boots, and her backpack. She went back to the Bridge to see if her friend was OK. He had been piloting the yacht for hours. She give him dozing, and gently pushed him aside. He smiled at Lara and stumbled away to get to his bunk.

Being daylight, Lara felt much more comfortable with this trip than previous ones where storms would sneak up on them in the middle of the night. This meant smooth sailing until they reached the beach. However, she didn't realize that the man she hired to take her to the island was a spy. He wasn't sleepy at all, and crept behind Lara, knife in hand.