Emily Jones stepped over the corpse of arms dealer Riley Dawson, fondly picked up her sister's pistol and started loading it. She studied the room, knowing how to load the handgun from muscle memory.
She untangled Indy's whip from Dawson's neck, and picked up Dawson's knife.
The bookshelf in the interior corner was the only hiding place.
Emily shoved her shoulder against it.
An old journal marked Abner Ravenwood fell off the shelf.
Emily tucked it in her belt, near the knife, settled against the small of her back.
There was a small room behind the bookcase.
Emily grinned. In the center on top of a steamer trunk was a small piece of silk with some faded Chinese writing.
"The final piece of the scroll," she grinned. "Sidenstrasse, Dawson. You can't double cross a Jones and expect to keep your life."
"You can't kill my lover and expect to keep yours."
Emily turned. Her eyes narrowed as a grin spread across her face. It was Indy's grin. "Shannon McGuire," Emily challenged.
Shannon McGuire held a gun to Jake Manifold's head. "Give me the scroll! All of it!"
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanficIn 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...
