Indiana Jones and the Lost Kingdom of Kush// Book 1

Chapter 2

Natty sighed as she showed Fin all of the classes. He had a similar scheduled except he was in this school for Biology. Not Archeology.

"Erm... where is the lavatory?" Fin asked softly.

"The what?" Natty asked turning around with wide eyes.

"The lavatory... erm... restroom." He corrected.

Natty looked around as her mind sketch a map in her mind. "Down the hall to the right, then to the left." She said softly.

"Oh, thanks!" Fin said running off.

Natty rolled her eyes and pulled a Rubix Cube from her backpack while she waited. Natty leaned against the wall and toyed around with the toy a few times, and looked up right as Fin walked over.

"Thank you."

"No problem." She said putting the cube back in her backpack.

The two walked awkwardly through Marshall Collage, and Natty tried her best to seem happy to introduce Fin to the other professors. Throughout the day Fin would ask random annoying questions that made Natty want to scream at him, but that wouldn't help.

—~*~—

Natty sat at a bar with a lab top in front of her. She was twenty one, but didn't drink. She just liked sitting there, and getting school work done.

"Why hello there."

Natty turned around and looked up at Fin.

"What are you doing here?" She asked bitterly.

"Living, exploring this New York area, and I dunno, being an average human." Fin said pulling a seat over.

Natty scooted away and continued to work on her essay on the Mayans. She looked up as Fin peered over her shoulder and looked at it.

"What are you doing!?"

"Looking."

"Well can you not?" She spat.

Fin rolled his eyes and sat up straight. He started mumbling to himself and Natty groaned, and scooted away. The doors to the bar opened and two men in tuxedos walked in.

"What's your problem?" Fin asked with a hint of irritation.

Natty rolled her eyes and fixed her glasses. "Can you leave me alone. I already have you following me like a dog. Look, I don't like you." She spat. "It's that simple."

"Oh good!" Fin said with a sigh. "Because, I don't like you either."

Natty rolled her eyes and sighed. Jerk.

"Ms Jones."

"Look I—!"

Natural turned around and froze. She locked eyes with the two men, and gave a nervous sigh. She glanced to Fin's drink and grabbed it.

"NATTY!"

"Hey boys. Wanna drink?" Natty said stuffing it into their hands.

"No miss Jones. Ve vant you."

Natty swore under her breath and turned to Fin. "Two two."

"Wut?"

Natty rolled her eyes. Men. She lunged at one man and tackled him to the ground. The other went to grab her but Fin punched the man in the head.

"WUT ARE YOU DOING?!" Fin yelled.

"Stalling." Natty said firmly.

Within two seconds the whole bar stood up and pointed a gun at the two. Natty' eyes widened and lifted her hands up. Fin did the same, and helped Natty up.

"Are we being arrested?!" He whined.

"No. Kidnaped." Natty said softly.

"Wut?!" He choked with a squeak in his voice.

Natty rolled her eyes, and reached down to the bartender who stared at the situation with aw.

"HANDS UP MISS JONES!"

"Okay... I just need a drink." She said reaching down. Natty reached her hand under the bar, and to a spot her grandfather showed her. This was a bar he came to often. Maybe it was still here. Natty's hand touched the handle of the old pistol and she sighed in relief. She reached her hand up as fast as one could and shot the guy with the biggest gun. The other shot while Natty and Fin jumped over the bar and leaned down.

"WUT IS HAPPENING?!" Fin screamed.

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU IDIOT!"

"YOUR A FOWL GIT!" Fin sobbed.

Natty rolled her eyes, and poked her hand up and shot again while the others were reloading. She cocked the gun quickly and shot again taking two out. Natty ducked down and grabbed a bottle, of well, something, and threw it. Natty grabbed the small box where she found the pistol and went through it. She put everything in her pocket just in case, and then looked at where the box was. She gave a slight smile to herself, and grabbed the whip that was under the box.

"A whip?!" Fin said with wide eyes. "A whip to a gunfight?!"

"Shut up!"

Natty tossed the pistol to Fin, and flung the whip. She hit the closest person and left over the bar and started flinging the whip around.

"FIN! COME ON!"

Fin jumped up and shot the pistol and came behind her. Natty turned around and flung the whip and hit the last man in the head. He fell to the ground with a thud and Natty and Fin stood there.

"Come on."

"Wut?"

"We have to get out of here." Natty said spinning the whip and pulling it in the belt loop on the side of her jeans.

"Wut? Why?"

Natty turned around and eyed him. "WHY?!"

"Yeah!"

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!"

Fin rolled his eyes and folded his arms while Natty started to walked out of the bar. She turned to Fin and rolled her eyes.

"You have to come."

"WUT?! WHY?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

"Because you're now a target." Natty said rolling her eyes. "And I already explained idiot."

Fin's eyes widened and he swore under his breath. He walked past Natty who groaned with anger. She pushed her brown hair up and rolled her eyes.

"You don't even know where we are going!"

"Well then Jonesy, where are we going?!" Fin yelled angrily.

Natty rolled her eyes and walked past him. Fin stared at her for a second before following after her.

"You didn't answer me! Where are we going?!"

"I have to make a call." Natty said firmly. "And I don't have to answer you if I don't want to Henderson." She added with a sneer.

Fin glared at her before rolling his eyes. Natty ignored him for the rest of the walk to the nearest phone booth. She pulled a quarter from her back pocket, and put it in the booth. Fin looked at her, before Natty shut the door in his face. Fin glared at her and gave a fake smile with hatred in his eyes, and Natty returned it. She turned to the booth and dialed the one number that would help. To her delight the phone picked up and a woman's voice answered, "Marion Jones, who is this?"

"Hey Grandma... this is Natty. What are the odds you can get me a plane?"