Indiana Jones and the Mirabilia Faba

All in a Day's Work...

Indy entered the temple and headed down a small corridor. After taking a few twists and turns, the hallway opened up into a large room with pillars arranged in a circle. In the center of the circle was an ornate golden altar, and on the altar was a brightly glowing coffee bean. The Miribilia Faba! Indy thought excitedly. He slowly, painfully began making his way towards the altar. Just as he reached the it, he felt a sharp crack to the back of his skull. The room started spinning around him, and then he blacked out.

When he came to, his back was up against a pillar.A large, slightly overweight man in a nice suit was standing over him, holding Indy's revolver. He struggled to get up, but the man laughed and put his foot on Indy's chest. "Not so fast, Dr. Jones," he said smugly. "I don't know how you got past my security, but I do know that you won't be getting out of here alive."

In spite of the situation, Indy winced and grinned to himself. So he can make it all the way to the temple of the Miribilia Faba, but he can't escape using cliche threats...interesting. The well-dressed thug scowled. "What's so funny, punk?"

Indy shook his head. "Nothing. That was just an interesting choice of words, that's all."

The thug laughed, letting some of the pressure off of Indy's chest. "Oh yeah? I came up with it myself!"

Indy took advantage of this temporary lack of focus. He grabbed the man's ankle and twisted it sharply. At the same time, he pushed him backwards with as much force as he could muster. The man lost his balance and fell to the ground, dropping the gun. With a burst of adrenaline, Indy leaped on the man and grabbed his revolver. He smashed the butt of the pistol into the thug's face and then shoved the muzzle under his chin. However, he was stronger than Indy had anticipated. He swung at Indy, connecting solidly with his jaw. Indy fired, but the shot just hit the floor.

The two men rolled across the floor trading punches. As they grappled, they kept getting closer to the altar. Finally, Indy saw an opening. He rolled over so that he was on the bottom, then he reached up, grabbed his opponent's head, and slammed it into the side of the altar. His entire body went limp, and Indy pushed him to the side. He stood up and brushed the dust off of his clothes. Almost immediately, the adrenaline started wearing off, and suddenly Dr. Jones had the distinct feeling that he had been hit by a truck. "I'm getting too old for this," he groaned.

He limped over to the altar and picked up the glowing bean. "You know," he said to himself, "I think this calls for some coffee."

The End