[
Lara finds out that the track has been blocked by a large crate. Larson walks out, holding up a fuse]
Larson Conway:
Sorry, Darlin', this is the end of the line.
Lara Croft:
[
sighs] Just hand it over, Larson. This has nothing to do with you.
Larson Conway:
What's it got to do with you? The Scion belongs to Natla. Face it, Lara; you've got no business here.
Lara Croft:
I don't have time for this; get out of the way, or you die.
Larson Conway:
[
snorts] What are you going to do? Shoot me? Come on, I just work here. I know how bad you want this, but I can't let you pass. We both know you are not gonna kill me for it.
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