Emily shone the flashlight around. The sewer had grown more modern with reminders of Second World War surrounding her.
Marion had left to find Mac. Mac would have remembered the sewers. Indy had known the sewers during the war as well. Emily hated to admit it. "I'm lost."
Emily stared into the darkness. Bodies from the original city's catacombs she could handle, but this was cold concrete, with elements of Nazi architecture. The temperature was dropping, which mean she was moving deeper underground.
The sides of the tunnel where she'd been walking were narrowing. The water was rushing deeper and sludge was pouring in from levels above her.
The stench was overwhelming her ability to breathe... along with a coming panic attack from claustrophobia.
Emily lowered the flashlight and pressed herself against the cold wall. "This is not a tomb in Egypt. This is not a tomb in Egypt," she repeated, attempting to keep her heart and breathing under control and not let the memories from her childhood accident overwhelm her. "This is not -"
A sudden light shone in her face.
"Siden!" a Russian female voice ordered.
"Strasse?" Emily hesitantly questioned the other woman's reply.
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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...
