Shorty's Stolen Plane
Over Kamchatka Wilderness
Soviet Union
1960
Shorty dipped the plane sideways as volcanic pumice hit the body of the plane like bullets.
A glob of lava smashed the plane's door, instantly melting it.
The plane tipped sideways at the impact.
Shorty fought the controls to try and stay in the air.
"Whoa!" Emily yelled, spilling from the navigator seat as Indy rolled into her, shielding her, as the plane rattled and bucked.
"Shorty! Get us outta here!" Indy yelled.
"Toast is for breakfast! Not my life!" Emily yelled.
Lizavet walked to the open door, staring into the distance.
"Lizavet!" Indy yelled, trying to break her concentration.
Shorty saw her and bolted from the controls.
"Shorty!" Emily and Indy yelled, feeling the plane tip downward. Father and daughter scrambled up to take control.
Emily got there first. "Dad - what lever?"
Indy pointed, yelling at his two other kids. "Lizavet! Shorty! Get away from the open door!"
"They're calling me," Lizavet whispered.
"They can't have you!" Shorty declared.
"Dad! Whip!" Emily tossed her whip, trying to steady the plane and guide it through the flaming shower of pumice and ash.
Indy caught it and threw both whips, wrapping them around Shorty's and Lizavet's waists. He gave a solid yank, pulling them both away from the edge. "Stay in the plane! You've got no parachutes and there's no place to land in a lava flow! I don't care what's down there - you're part of my family and I'm not going to let you do something stupid like jump out of a plane!"
"Uh... Dad," Emily spoke from the cockpit. "We may have to jump out of a plane."
Indy muttered something anciently obscene.
"Dad!" Emily scolded.
"Sorry hon. I forgot that you know how to swear in ancient languages too." He looked at Lizavet. "Are you all right?"
Lizavet nodded. "The apkallu will still try to harm us. Perhaps by sending...."
The snake-like devourer rose out of the lake of fire.
"Whoa!" Shorty yelled, seeing the monster.
"You again," Emily growled. "Shorty! Take the plane! I'm sick of dealing with that ugly little worm!"
Shorty scrambled into the cockpit as Emily and Lizavet rushed to the half melted door, yelling in an ancient threat. "Mene, mene tekel upharisin! You have been weighed in the balance and found lacking! You will never have victory!"
The snake-like dragon devourer worm shrieked at them and sunk into the lake of fire, as the land began to groan and churn, bubbling and convulsing.
Emily looked at Lizavet. "How did you know? That's not your people's language."
"It is the language of the apkallu, and the supernatural realm," Lizavet replied. "I was going to ask how you speak it."
"I know it from ancient texts," Emily explained, leaning weakly on the doorframe.
"Ladies!" Indy ordered from the cockpit, working with the radio, seated next to Shorty. "Can you compare cultural legends away from the open door of a moving plane - over a fiery snake pit that looks like its going to explode more chaos at any second!"
Emily grinned back at her father. "You sound like Grandpa."
"I am a grandpa!" Indy retorted, fiddling with the radio. "And I'd like to stay alive and meet a few more grandkids! Buckle up and stay there!"
Emily took her seat behind Shorty, as navigator. Lizavet scrambled into a seat behind to Indy to balance the struggling plane, trying to get enough lift to fly over the mountains.
Shorty was checking dials in the cockpit. "Good news! We're losing fuel fast!"
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