Emily Jones rolled to her knees, kneeling just under the gathering smoke, her dark eyes squinting against the flames. "We still need to get the scroll in order to save Annie!"
"Don't you even think about it!" Marion growled, watching her daughter look over to the safe as the flames cut off access to it. "Get down! There's less smoke."
"But Annie – the ransom note – ?" Emily sputtered.
"You try to get it and you'll die of smoke inhalation," Marion lectured.
"I've gotta try!"
Emily was about to jump when Marion pulled her back. "We're getting out of here. Where's Dyistock?"
As Marion turned her head searching for escape, Emily leapt over the flames, rolling over her shoulder and landing against the safe.
"Emmaline Henrietta Ravenwood Jones!" Marion yelled.
A silhouette in a familiar leather jacket and fedora appeared against the flames. One was behind Marion the other in front of her, next to the safe.
Indy winced. "Marion... I haven't heard that tone since I burned down your bar in 1936."
Marion sputtered pointing. "Jones - your daughter -"
"Dad!" Emily cried, Dyistock's revolver pressed against her head.
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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...
