Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters created by Ubisoft for Far Cry 3. Everyone else is fair game, though.

Rated: M for violence, profanity, sexuality, etc.

FCs: Kendra (Claudia Black), Vincent (Arnold Vosloo), Charlie (Eric Balfour), David (Richard Madden), Isobella (Rachel Weisz), Darius (Leonardo DiCaprio), Citra (Zoe Saldana), Vaas (Michael Mando, duh)

Prologue

They say evil prevails when good men fail to act, they ought to say evil prevails...

In the bowels of a yacht, a young woman studied the rough sketch maps of an uncharted archipelago. However, this group of islands didn't exist on any new world map. It wasn't meant to be known to the general population. It had lain hidden far off the coast of Papua New Guinea. According to the leather bound journal the woman had carried around for the past few months, this seemingly majestic place was called Rook Island and home to the Rakyat, an indigenous population that went back a few thousand years. This was the destination of the yacht and all those aboard.

The woman's name was Kendra, a professional, world renowned explorer. For years, she tracked down ancient artifacts and sites for museums, archaeologists and private collectors alike. She was the leader of her six member team. The other five joined her in the room she currently occupied. Filing in one after the other, they began to form a circle around the table upon which Kendra had laid out the maps. "So this is Rook Island." One of the members stated. His name was Charlie. Standing at six foot two, he was a lithe fellow with dark, curly hair and donned Gustave Courbet like facial hair. He was the technician of the group.

Kendra nodded at him with a smile, "Indeed it is. For millennia the natives lived in total pacifism, then the British came and exploited the place for its phosphate. The natives became laborers for the British Empire and didn't receive any benefits from it. Then World War 2 happened and the Japanese invaded and set up all kinds of outposts. After that, not much is known. The entries in this journal stop. I don't know what happened to the people after the war or if anyone is still there. We'll have to be careful when we get in there. We could run into hostiles."

The room was silent after hearing that last bit of information. They were essentially walking into the unknown and they weren't quite comfortable with that. They didn't mind danger. Rock-climbing, parachuting, spelunking, all kinds of hazards revolved around their job. People, though, people were hard to handle. Kendra observed the looks on their faces and smirked, "It'll be a real challenge, that's for sure. The reward will be worth it, though." They each nodded their agreement, excitement replacing apprehension. Four of them left to prepare for tomorrow, that's when they would reaching the eastern shore of the northernmost island. Kendra's trusted friend, Vincent, stayed behind. He was a little more wary than the others.

He folded his arms across his chest. He had dark, buzz cut hair, an almost olive complexion and piercing brown eyes. He was an ex South African soldier who had gotten into the explorer business through some rather scrupulous methods, which happened to leave a few bodies in his wake. Upon meeting Kendra, though, he decided to follow her instead and betray his old employers. He was the enforcer of the group and kept them safe. Kendra trusted him with her life. "I've heard rumors about Rook. Pirates occupy the north island and mercenaries are on the south. There are a few friendly Rakyat left, though. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vincent inquired, making sure Kendra was squared away with reality.

She hovered over the material she had on the island. It lacked any information about pirates and mercenaries, then again, the entries in the journal were from seventy years ago. A lot could happen in that span of time. The brunette glanced to Vincent. "I'm aware that...things may get hairy but that's why I have you. Besides, this journal tells us exactly where the ancient sites are. We find them, we survey them and we get back to the boat. No one will know we were there. Three days, Vincent, that's all I need."

"I just hope our quarry is worth it." Was Vincent's only response as he exited the room.

"It will be." Kendra stated after him but he kept going. She snorted and shook her head, before taking one more look at the table. "It has to be."

On the northern island of Rook, the notorious Vaas Montenegro sat in his shanty absolutely stewing. The events involving Jason Brody had happened just four months ago. Even if Citra killed that American fuck, it still affected him today. It took him a long time to gather up his remaining pirates once more and convince them that things would go back to normal. Then there was the rebuilding of their encampments and reestablishing contact with their buyers. The worse part was the loss of Hoyt Volker. He ran the show, he had the most money and power and even had his own army. With him out of the way, things were much harder. However, Hoyt's younger brother Darius had sort of come to the rescue. He picked up the pieces and led the people with just as much finesse, if not more so than his brother. He was extremely pissed at Vaas, though. The druggie bastard had really dropped the ball. Revenue was down and expenses were up. They needed new crops and new hostages to be sold off as slaves.

Darius had the brilliant idea of planting 'travel agents' on the mainland to convince susceptible tourists into going to the islands. They would disappear without a trace and no one would be the wiser as to where they went or who the culprit was. Four months and they only brought back about eighty percent of the empire. More of everything is what they needed. Vaas twisted the rope in his hand around and around, the tension growing tighter with every turn. They needed someone with a hefty price tag on their head and then the business would be set again.

"Vaas, I need you to handle the rejects." The voice interrupted the man's thoughts. Green hues glanced up at the pakeha and he smirked, "No problem, hermano." Dealing with the rejects was Vaas's favorite pastime. It would most likely put him at ease about their current predicament anyways, so he didn't mind the little Volker ordering him around. For now.