Emily hoisted herself up from the freezing water, hiding in the shadow of the bridge spanning the divided city. The morning was cold and the water, freezing. She took a breath and dove under, swimming toward the barb wire.
Skimming the bottom, her lungs burning, Emily slipped under the wire and into Communist Berlin.
Rising and floating toward the top Emily hauled herself out of the freezing water. Crawling out on land Emily rung out her fedora and pulled the maps from the inside pocket of her leather jacket and waited in an alley, shivering.
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
أدب الهواةIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...
