Emily lay prone on the truck hood, scrambling for a grip or a foothold.
The Russian grinned at her and hit the brakes.
Emily slid off the front of the hood. Her last grip was the hood ornament.
The Russian grinned watching the weak metal collapse under Emily's grip, creaking as she grimaced.
"Shoulda listened to Dad," she muttered. "These things never hold." Her balance was better than Indy's as her feet found the front bumper. She held her own for a moment.... And saw the unexploded ordinance signs. "Bomb site."
There was movement above her head... a crane's hook...
She gathered her strength.
"Why are you grinning?" the Russian demanded, roaring as his foot hit the gas pedal.
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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...
