The Treasury
Canyon of the Crescent Moon
1960
Mac's son, Jake Manifold crept out of the box, his hands still cuffed. Henry Jones Senior was having tea with the assassin woman, Inanna Sargon. The Israeli sergeant Zev Mazar had left taking the helicopter back to base.
The Mirror of Heaven sat on the other side of the room.
Inanna saw the the escaping spy in the mystical mirror's reflection. "Henry - should I shoot him?"
"Wait til he gets further away," Indy's father replied, sipping tea. "He'll make a fine target for our shooting match."
"You? Shooting?"
"My dear lady, spies don't retire - they just become history professors. Besides, this is only our third date. I can't reveal all my secrets."
Inanna leaned forward. "Neither can I, professor." She drew a gun from under the table and used the Mirror of Heaven to aim over her shoulder at the young spy.
The shot rang out, echoing through the ancient stone Treasury.
Jake Manifold stared at the smoking bullet scar above his head. "I'll get back in the shipping crate... ma'am... sir."
"Don't interrupt our date again, young man!" Henry Jones scolded. "I swear your manners are worse than Junior!" The professor took Inanna's hand, in a seductive gesture, placing the small pistol aside. "Where were we, Miss Sargon?"
"You were quoting ancient love poetry to me. In its original language. Which I'm fluent in.... So don't add anything dirty."
"Ah yes... back to my medieval off the cuff translation of the Song of Solomon."
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