Exhume [H.S.]

V.

Waking up in a real bed after a real night's sleep was even better than Indy could have imagined.

She woke up instantly refreshed, almost enough so that she forgot about the dreaded party that night that she had to inevitably dress up for and attend with Harry alongside her the whole time.

That suddenly reminded Indy of the fact that Harry went out last night, probably partying and drinking and god knows what else. She hoped that he would be focused enough to get their job done at the party that night.

The first thing that Indy did when she fully woke up was use the room phone to call Reyes, wanting to speak to him herself.

Despite the time difference between them, she knew he was awake, because he always was.

She was proven correct when he answered after the third ring. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Indy."

"Hey, chica," Reyes' familiar voice surprisingly brought comfort to Indy. "So, Laurent Rousseau, huh?"

Indy huffed out a laugh, "should have known, honestly. I wanted to check if you managed to get us into the party?"

"Yup, done deal. I, uh, do have to warn you, though," he said, with hesitancy laced in his tone.

That's never a good sign, Indy thought to herself. "What's up?"

Reyes sighed and forced out, "well, I couldn't just put you on the list with your real names, so you have fake names for tonight."

Okay, that's not so bad, was Indy's first thought. "That's fine," she reassured simply.

"And... it's best that you act as husband and wife, y'know, so it's less suspicious that you're there."

Indy immediately scoffed, feeling annoyance rise at the suggestion. No way in hell. "Why is that less suspicious?" She wanted to know, with frustration already in her tone.

"Because it just is. You're a married couple attending the party together as opposed to two random people who everyone would be wondering why you're there. Married couples are less suspicious. They just are."

Knowing that there was nothing she could do about it, Indy just sighed and said, "okay."

"Okay?" Reyes asked for clarification before swiftly moving on to, "so, your names are Kurt and Lucy Covington. And, I'm already taking care of getting clothes for you to wear tonight, so don't worry about that. Just get yourself ready and to the party in time, get the coin, and get the fuck out of there without being caught."

"Just like always," Indy muttered.

"Exactly," Reyes happily responded, knowing that he was able to put his full trust in Indy without any worries. She always delivered. "So, call me if there's anything you need before the party, otherwise I'll be waiting to hear what that coin says."

Appreciating Reyes's confidence in herself, Indy simply said, "okay, sounds good. Thanks, Reyes. Speak later."

"Good luck tonight, kid. Bye."

After hanging up the phone and sighing deeply, Indy decided to get dressed and head down to the lobby for breakfast, since it was conveniently included with their stay. She got dressed in a simple pair of loose fitting medium rise stone washed jeans and a plain fitted gray long sleeved crop top, alongside the black boots she always wore.

Soon enough, she was downstairs in the dining area, enjoying a breakfast that was mostly healthy and simple. She was in France, after all, so she was enjoying some of the delicacies that the country had to offer.