Dyistock's punch sent Emily nearly crashing to the ground. Her frame spun, collapsing.
Dyistock grabbed her before Indy or Marion could react.
Emily shook off the punch and found him gripping her waist and a gun in her throat.
Rage and terror filled Indy.
Emily struggled. "Let go!"
Dyistock laughed. "Where's the scroll Jones?" His gun dug into her neck.
"Let her go!" Indy yelled.
Dyistock dug the revolver deeper. Emily felt the gun find her jugular. "Where's the scroll, Jones?"
"Dyistock, I don't know," Indy pleaded. "Does it matter?"
Dyistock took the gun away from Emily.
Indy and Marion relaxed.
Dyistock took apart the magazine, stuffing the bullets into his pocket. "Now, Jones. There's only one bullet left in this gun. You have five chances – or until I fire the loaded cartridge." He spun the magazine. "Russian Roulette, Jones. Have fun."
Indy paled. "Dyistock! Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!"
Click.
"Four more chances."
"Dyistock! The war's over!" Indy yelled.
Click.
Emily jerked and tried to ram her elbow into Dyistock.
"Em! Don't!" Indy commanded, feeling helpless.
"Just for that," Dyistock snarled, yanking the gun's trigger.
Click.
"One is safe and one will blow your daughter's head off, Jones."
Indy couldn't think. Emily – gone. Pool of blood. Splattered walls. A corpse being cremated – A corpse?!? No! His daughter! Cremated alive!
Blank. Blank. Nothing. HE COULDN'T REMEMBER!
The flames flickered, casting shadows on the walls. Smoke made their eyes water, slowly poisoning them all.
"Let go of me," Emily rasped.
Dyistock drove the gun into her throat harder. "Why should I let you go?" he whispered into her ear.
"I know where the scroll is."
"Where?!"
"Loosen your grip."
The gun was moved away from her.
"It's in the safe over there," Emily coughed.
Dyistock let her drop. Indy leapt over the fire and caught his daughter.
"DON'T MOVE!" Dyistock snarled. "What's the combination, Jones?"
Indy looked blank. The gun was pointed at Marion!
"How am I supposed to remember a combination after all these years?!" Indy exclaimed.
Marion stared at him, her form wavering through the heat.
Emily opened her eyes, half choking on the smoke.
"Which one Jones?" Dyistock asked. "Your daughter - or your wife? Unless you can give me the combination..."
Indy waited. The flames flickered. He looked down at Emily. She was bruised and battered because he'd neglected her. "Do you know it?" he asked softly.
Emily shook her head.
"What about the reports?"
"I burned them."
The smoke and the sight of Emily made Indy's eyes tear up.
"I'm waiting Jones!" Dyistock snapped.
Indy started to get to his feet. Emily yanked him back down. "Mac knows the combination."
"Where's Mac?" Indy whispered.
"He went to get Jake Manifold," Emily rasped.
"You!" Dyistock snarled at Marion. "Get in here - or I'll kill them both!"
"Should'a brought the shotgun," Marion muttered.
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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...
