Emily held her hands out to the fire, throwing the reports into the flames. "It's the way you wanted it Dad," she whispered.
Dyistock caught her hand. "Give me those!"
Emily tossed the paper into the fire.
Dyistock jerked Emily and slapped her.
Emily's hat fell off, revealing a tired, pale, bruised, broken and scarred face.
"You lied to me! Your father is Indiana Jones!" Dyistock snarled. It was meant to frighten the young woman. She stood her ground.
"Henry is his real name," Emily replied, wiping the blood from her broken lip.
"I'll kill your father!" Dyistock snarled.
Emily threw Dyistock's jacket over his head. "You'll never get my dad!" She cracked his head on her knee and started running.
Whamming into the door Emily rattled the knob. The door wouldn't budge. She could hear troops racing after her, the hobnails shattering through the hallway, echoing nearly disorienting her.
She tried another door. This one opened, screeching on its hinges.
Throwing it open she raced down the hall. The walls were damaged, plaster cracked and gray. She saw an eagle clutching a Nazi symbol, hanging over a doorway.
"JONES!" Dyistock cried.
Emily ran around the corner, jerked open a door and fell into darkness.
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanfictionIn 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...
