Emily crashed through the window with the elegance of a bull in a china shop, amid the cheers of men. From the corner of her good eye she noticed olive drab military recording equipment and multiple antenna arrays manned by various jubilant American military personnel.
The momentum carried her over her shoulders, rolling and spinning. Suddenly strong arms caught her, keeping her from hitting the glass strewn floor.
An unfamiliar masculine hand brushed the glass shards from her hair and face. "Dr. Jones, I presume?" His slight western American accent was husky with admiration.
Emily opened her eyes, staring up into the angular face of a ruggedly handsome dark-haired sergeant.
She couldn't help but grin. "That's the most attractive greeting I've heard in days."
"Welcome to freedom, Dr. Jones." The sergeant gently righted her with the grace of a dance move. He kept his hands on her rib cage and back to steady her for a moment, reluctant to let go, still partially leaning over her in what could have mistaken for a dance step. "I'm Sergeant Grant Maverick. This is an American Army Intel listening post," he explained in a tone reserved for lovers. "We heard you were coming over and decided to give you some back up."
"I'm grateful for it, Sarge."
"Please call me, Grant." His deep brown eyes widened into a smolder.
Emily's grin grew in response. "Not today, Sarge. Not today." She took her fallen fedora from one of the desks, shook the glass from it and placed it on her head at a dashing angle, then swung one leg out the window, caught the drainpipe and slid to the ground.
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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...
