Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
About Two Hours North of Washington DC
1960
Indy pulled himself out of the cramped position he'd been sleeping in. Shorty's bad driving had thrown him against the seat and he'd woken up sideways - his fedora on the floor, his arm flung out to the side, reaching into the front seat. Somehow, one of his boots was on the floor, and his other leg braced him against the backseat passenger window. Indy rubbed his face. "Let's hope the kid flies better than he drives... and that Em didn't shoot him on the way here."
The taxi was parked sideways across three parking spaces, behind a row of buildings, slumping into each other. Indy could smell Chinese food, but some part of him sensed this wasn't Shanghai. "This is trouble - I told the kids to wake me."
He looked around and entered the nearest establishment.
A machine gun greeted him in the chin. There were three burly Asian warriors, armed with not only American weapons, but their own traditional Chinese weapons.
Indy held up both his hands and started to back out, making apologies in fractured Chinese.
A tiny ancient woman shuffled out of the kitchen, speaking in Chinese. The men lowered their guns. "You are Indy...?" She asked. "Come?"
Indy followed the ancient woman into the kitchen.
"Hi Dad," Emily waved, her mouth stuffed full of Chinese noodles. She had a fork in her hand.
"Hi Dr. Jones," Shorty waved, his mouth full of Chinese noodles. He had chopsticks.
They were both eating off the same plate with a giant mound of noodles between them.
Indy sighed. "Shorty - we were together for about a month? And Em - I raised you on my own.... How do you manage to think and act so much alike?"
Mouths full they pointed at Indy.
"You trained me well, Dr. Jones," Shorty swallowed the noodles.
"You're my dad," Emily replied, swallowing noodles. "So it's not all my fault."
Indy sighed. "Well... don't eat this poor grandmother out of her own home."
"We won't -" they chorused
"She's a crime boss," Emily spun her fork in the noodles. "I don't think even I could consume her entire pantry."
"Especially since there's dynamite in there," Shorty added.
"I'd break my teeth on the grenades too," Emily continued to stir, as Shorty went after a noodle, discovering it was on Emily's fork. He stabbed after it - slurping it up.
Indy sank into a chair, staring at them with his hand on his forehead. "If they weren't so much alike, I'd think they were flirting," he thought. "Oh dear, help the grandchildren, if they are flirting - No one will be able to contain THAT combo. Tiny fedora wearing ninja archaeologists would be adorable though..."
The grandmother shuffled by again. "Eat, eat..." she patted Shorty on the shoulder.
Indy cleared his throat. "Shorty, where's your client?"
Shorty grinned. "Grandmother, meet Dr. Indiana Jones and his daughter, Dr. Emily Jones. If anyone can get the seven swords of Diya to safety - its these two."
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The Seven Swords of Diya: An Indiana Jones Fan Fiction Part 1
FanfictionIndiana Jones and his daughter Emily Ravenwood Jones are back in action! Seven missing Japanese swords which may have the power to open hell, unleashing monsters upon the earth are their quest. Along with them is a hotshot pilot who got his career s...
