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

Chapter 8 (Fin)

Finnald Henderson didn't hate Natty— or Nefertiti— or is it Henry IV?! Fin didn't know. To him, Natty was crazy.

And Fin was crazy in love.

He had expected American girls to fall head over heels for him, like they normally did when he visited America. Not Natty.

Fin was surprised, and humbled.

Now after four or five days after meeting Natty Jones, he found himself jumping out of a plane into Sudan.

He saw Natty's shoot from below, and he zoomed through the sky. He had the sword in his belt loop and his eyes were wide.

Please don't put a hole in the parachute, he begged.

The second he got close to her, he yanked the parachute string as the shoot shot up, yanking him several feet up, and away from Natty.

Fin swore under his breath and groaned. Not the plan.

His plan was to annoy her, just by being there.

Clearly, that wasn't going to work out.

Fin stayed in the air for a while, keeping is parachute steady and following Natty. She seemed to be angling her parachute to a town in the middle of the desert. Which, wasn't a bad idea. Fin followed as he got closer to the ground, and when he landed, he landed next to Natty. The two were just outside of the town, and were outsiders looking in.

"I hope you know you are completely insane!" Fin yelped.

Natty rolled her brown eyes and fixed her round rose gold glasses. "I thought jumping was the plan idiot!"

"NO! I was going to fly the stupid plain!"

Natty turned around and glared knives into Fin. "YOU TOLD ME TO CRASH IT!"

Fin's eyes widened. He had honestly forgotten.

"Oh... yeah... erm... never mind."

Natty groaned and took her parachute off and stared walking away. Fin rolled his blue eyes and took his off angrily, mumbling stuff like: 'Stupid', and 'What in the bloody world'.

He followed Natty into the town as she walked around, looking at everything.

"Where are we?!"

"Cairo." Natty said firmly.

Fin followed her to a building. Natty took the brown fedora hat off for a second, and fixed her hair.

"What are you doing?" Fin hissed.

Natty shot him a look that said, shut up, or I will kill you.

She knocked on the door timidly. A man from inside yelled something in a different language, but Fin heard footsteps to the door. The door opened and Fin stared at a man.

He was heaver set, and had a beard full of grey hair, like his curly head had. He wore a red Fez on his head as his brown eyes widened.

"NATTY!" He yelled with surprise and joy. "Come in! Come in!"

Fin watched as Natty beamed as the two hugged. Natty just seemed so... happy. She seemed less serious and more relaxed just seeing this old man.

"Oh Natty, you got that hat!"

"I did— you knew?!"

"Of course I knew! Indy said it would be a matter of time before you show up!" The man said franticly. "The last time I saw you was... the funeral..."

The two's gaze went into the ground as that topic seemed to be over them. Fin wished he knew what the heck was happening— but of course, he didn't.

"Erm... hello."