The tall blonde leaned the rifle back into its cradle, looking away from the sniper's site as a tall man with dark hair walked in.
"Shannon?" he asked.
"Riley Dawson," Shannon McGuire smiled, the ice in her eyes never warming. "I thought you were in Israel."
"I was. Along with the man I shadowed from here." Riley glanced at Shannon's perch by the window. "You haven't finished him, have you?"
"Manifold? No. He hasn't given me the scroll," Shannon replied. "How important is he?"
"Very important," Riley examined her form with hungry eyes. "Especially since Mackenzie couldn't bear to let his agent go. Washington dropped the mission and now Agent Manifold has no support. However, Manifold was valued - and for some reason, Mackenzie is trying to salvage the operation."
Shannon looked at him. "What happened to your hand?"
The arms dealer sat down, pouring himself a drink. "Do you remember Indiana Jones?"
"Yes. He disappeared after Chang ran him out of Russia in... December 1956?"
"Yes. That's right. Well, Jones has a daughter." Riley grinned at the memory, while staring at his bandaged hand. "I offered her a position, much like yours. You do know, Shannon, that I have other women abroad?"
"Yes. Including a wife and two kids...."
Riley shrugged. "She can't handle the stress. Anyhow, Jones' daughter... I offered, and she punched me. I am not a man to let a woman get the best of me, or anyone, for that matter - so I beat her. I hit her right jaw and broke my hand; she claimed her jaw had iron in it. And guess who was with her?"
"Mackenzie," Shannon smiled leaning over his shoulders.
Riley kissed her. "You are a brilliant woman." He looked at the rifle perched on the windowsill. "What's going on with Manifold?"
"See for yourself, darling."
Riley peered through the sights and nearly dropped the gun in shock. "That's her! Emily Jones! The girl who broke my hand!"
Shannon McGuire grabbed the gun and sighted the girl. She was leaning in the light of the window, sewing a patch on the inside of a trench coat.
"Should we capture her?" Shannon asked.
"No. Wait, give her time to get the location of the scroll fragment."
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanficIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...
