Exhume [H.S.]

IV.

Harsh waves crashed against the cliff at the back of the grand mansion that supposedly housed the buyer of Caldwell's coin.

Harry whistled lowly at the impressive mansion in front of them. It was exactly that: a mansion. It was incredibly large and had a driveway that winded through the hills and led to the expansive staircase at the front of the house. The mansion was on the edge of a cliff, with only a small backyard before it dropped off the sheer face to the rocky waters below.

The architecture of the mansion was classically French, with strong pointy accents that only made it look more regal. Indy had seen lots of amazing sights throughout her life, but that house was something straight out of a magazine. She couldn't even imagine what it would have been like to live there.

"Dude's got a nice crib," Harry muttered as he stared at the expansive home. "Wonder who owns it."

Indy simply roamed her eyes over the mansion and wondered the same thing herself. The receipt only had the delivery address, and not the buyer's name. She figured that was for privacy reasons.

With his hands on his hips, Harry released a deep breath as he was still wearing the same outfit from before: a graphic, fitted white t-shirt and loose black pants. It wasn't exactly his preferred outfit for exploring, but his original flight to Spain was long and he wanted to be comfortable. Plus, he hadn't had a chance to change since.

On the other hand, Indy was wearing a pair of fitted green pants that had a simple white t-shirt tucked into them and a brown belt holding them up. Her feet were nestled snugly into a pair of sturdy brown boots that were clearly loved and well-worn over the years. She looked like a classic explorer.

"Looks like they've got something going on," was Indy's observation as she noted the number of cars in the driveway and people milling about to and from the house, seemingly setting up for some kind of event.

"Yeah," Harry mused. "The opportunities for infiltrating whatever event it will be are endless."

Indy silently brought a pair of binoculars up to her eyes, getting a better look at the mansion. She glanced around to see possible entry points, what the people were setting up, and if there were any security around.

"How should we get down to it?" Indy questioned, considering the fact that the hill they were on was quite high up, and they were separated from the mansion by a seemingly manmade moat that formed a half circle as it curved around the house and connected to the ocean behind it.

"Well, we just make our way down and across the moat."

Across the moat.

Indy felt her heart drop slightly at his words. Across the moat. "That easy, huh?" She asked with an almost bitter tone lacing her words.

"Yup, let's go," Harry quickly replied, taking off in a haste down the lush hill.

Desperate to avoid what she was feeling in that moment, Indy simply followed behind him and silently let her anxiousness settle within her.

They made it down toward the moat, where Harry instantly took off the small drawstring backpack he had on his back and threw it to the other side of the water. Once he saw it land safely and dryly, he jumped into the water which was a lot deeper than he thought it was. Indy was frozen beside the shore, though, standing a few feet away while she released quickened breaths as an attempt to calm herself down and not let her fear be too obvious.

Harry began to tread water and took a few strokes to move himself forward until he realized that he hadn't heard Indy jump in behind him. As such, he quickly turned around and immediately furrowed his brows when he saw her still standing on the grass beside the moat, seemingly with no intention of jumping in.