Emily raced into the construction zone where a collection of gulag prisoners were reinforcing the wall. She rolled under a construction vehicle as the Russian patrol met with the other guards.
Orders went out. "Where is the American woman? Search everywhere! She is wanted by the KBG!"
The prisoners were corralled into a corner of the construction site.
"If any of you see her! You will report her at once!" the KBG officer ordered.
Emily slipped into the construction truck, pulled out the wires from under the driver's side and touched them together. Sparks flew. The truck rumbled to life. The gulag prisoners cheered.
Emily Jones grinned, shifting gears, pedal to the metal, looking exactly like her dad.
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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...
