Free The Lost Continent by Percival Constantine

Asami's fedora seemed to be firmly lodged in place. She wondered if this meant the form Asami appeared in, including the clothes, were simply illusionary.  
    The kitsune took a sharp turn, traveling through an open field. Off in the distance, Elisa could see an old temple coming into view on the edge of the horizon. Asami's bike screeched to a halt and she set down the kickstand before climbing off herself. Elisa slid off the back of the bike, following Asami's gaze up to the top of the temple.  
    “What do you think?” asked the yokai.
    “The architecture is strange,” said Elisa. “It's not Buddhist or Hindu, but there are aspects of both mixed in, as well as some others. So what is it I'm actually looking at?”
    “Remains of a Naa'cal temple. Those that know of the Lost Tribe hold their secrets here.”
    “So why has this never been found before?” asked Elisa.
    “Oh it has.” Asami looked at her companion. “Where do you think Churchward saw the tablets?”
    “The high priest he befriended was Naa'cal?”
    “No, just one of the Lemurian acolytes. But we have to be careful from this point on. Churchward was invited here, we weren't.”
    “In other words, knocking won't get us anywhere.” Elisa turned her head at the sound of an engine in the distance. She drew the kukri daggers and Asami's eyes flashed.  
    “We've got company.”
    “Davalos,” said Elisa. “At least we beat him here. Quick—” She looked at the spot where Asami stood but found she had vanished. “—hide?”
    Elisa moved behind a statue that stood guard near the entrance. She pushed her back up against it, keeping her breathing steady and prepared to strike with the daggers. She heard the sound of a gun cocking and could tell it was Davalos' Zastava.  
    “C'mon, keep moving!” His voice carried towards her, as did the sounds of a woman struggling against him, feet dragging on the ground.  
    “Laki...” whispered Elisa. She waited behind the statue, concentrating her hearing on Davalos' steps. As the sound grew, she knew he approached closer to her spot.  
    Elisa sprung out and pushed herself between Laki and Davalos. She bent her arm around his outstretched one which held the Zastava. Her body rounded behind his, her left leg sliding between his and when she brought herself with her face to his back, she had a kukri positioned right at the base of his spine.  
    “One wrong move and you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair,” said Elisa. “We understand each other, Lucas?”
    “Oh we're crystal, Elsie.”
    “Good. Laki, grab the gun.”
    As Laki knelt down to pick up the discarded Zastava, Davalos continued the conversation. “Question is, what are we gonna do now?”
    “I could just kill you and find the tablets without worrying about you dogging my steps anymore,” said Elisa. “You never were too good at tracking things down without a guide, Lucas.”
    “You're right about that, but there's something you forgot.”
    “Elisa, you have to let him go,” said Laki.
    Elisa's eyes shot to her friend. “What did you say?”
    “I said let him go.”
    “Why would I do something as stupid as that?” asked Elisa. “Don't tell me you let his slimy charm work you over. What sob story did he tell you? The 'daddy used me as a punching bag' story? Or maybe how the love of his life ran away with his best man?”
    “The one about the thermite strapped to his chest.”
    “The...thermite?” asked Elisa.
    Davalos smiled. “Go on, Professor. Show Miss Elsie what little surprise I've got for her.”
    Laki moved forward cautiously and slowly unzipped the front of Davalos' khaki vest. Sure enough, strapped to his white t-shirt was a row of thermite with lights flashing.  
    “The detonator is linked to my heartbeat,” said Davalos. “If I die, it blows.”
    “Then I won't kill you, just break your legs and leave you lying out here while I get the tablets,” said Elisa.
    “Think I'm that stupid?” asked Davalos.