Emily Jones could see the Russians closing in. The wall blocked her on one side. The other side still had ruins from the bombings of World War II.
Emily shut her eyes for a moment. It stopped her vision from making the scene narrower.
An order from the Russians had them pulling back and spreading out. Emily glanced to her blind side, turning her entire head. She knew if she was going to get out of this alive she didn't have much time.
A shot fired over her shoulder, barely missing her ear.
The leader yelled a command.
Emily winced at the Russian words, her mind flickering through her memories. She spoke and understood Russian. He'd ordered the snipers not to kill her. But that wouldn't be enough. She'd learned to shoot from a Russian sniper. Hands, feet, ears, kneecaps, arteries, were all fair game. Alive didn't always mean functional, or in one piece.
There was an opening in the ruins. She could see a rebuilt street. Emily gunned the motorcycle's engine and risked it, turning from the wall. She'd end up deeper in the city, but the border wall set her up for a firing squad.
Gunfire erupted. A bullet hit the gas tank as the Russians swarmed her from the ruins.
"Damn!" Emily hissed. "I'm wearing grenades!"
Fire caught her trouser leg.
The Russians surrounded her.
Their commander leveled a pistol at her.
Emily grinned, pulled the pin on a grenade and yelled in Russian, "Catch!"
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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...
