The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction

Chapter 41 - Templehoff Airport, American Sector Berlin Germany 1960

Emily limped into the waiting room at the airport, leaning on Indy.

"How are you?" Indy asked quietly.

"I'm okay."

Indy glanced at Marion and let Emily sit down. "What's the real report?"
"She's bruised, but thanks to bone structure inherited from you, she didn't break anything," Marion smiled. "I knew your thick head would come in handy." She grabbed Indy around the neck.

Indy caught her as his duffle bag fell on his foot. "Ouch!"

Marion cuffed him in the jaw. "You're a tough guy – you can handle it."

Mac walked into the waiting room at the airport. "I see you're all ready for action. Where's the scroll Indy?"

"Well, I don't think I'll tell you Mac," Indy grinned.

"What?"

"You see, this is a Jones problem. You don't need to know about it."

"I'm Emily's director! I'm supposed to help her out!"

"I finished my mission," Emily shrugged. "It's not my fault you gave the objective away to the KBG!"

Mac glanced at Marion. "Please, Miss Ravenwood -"

"It's Mrs. Jones," Marion corrected. She glanced at Indy. "I don't see why we've even got to get the rest of the scroll."

Indy smiled, "Mac we're headed home."

A teenager ran up to Indy. "Dr. Indiana Jones?"

Indy put Marion down. "Yes?"

He handed Indy a message and scampered away.

Your daughter in exchange for all three pieces of the scroll. If you don't get them to me by 18:00 p.m., two days from now, your daughter will be killed. Put the fragments by the bridge on the river between the American, British and Russian sectors and you will get your daughter back. 

Indy grasped Emily's shoulder. "I just found you – I can't lose you, again!"

"Indy, it's not talking about Emily," Marion said. "It's talking about Annie."

"Dawson," Indy growled. "Marion, call Annie. She'll listen to you."

"Indy – I haven't heard from Annie in months. Her husband moves around a lot and -"

"Dawson. Dawson is her husband, right?"

"Yes," Marion replied.

"I'm gonna kill that man!" Indy growled.

"Dad, I thought there were four pieces," Emily frowned. "You said four winds blow."

"That was what you were saying, in that report!" Mac exclaimed. "Not 'for Windslow'! But 'four winds blow'!"

Indy ignored the commotion.