"Siden," Indy knocked on the door. "Siden!"
Marion grabbed the gun from Indy's belt, complimenting the pistol with her own.
WHAM!
The door flew open under the force of Marion's boot.
The motel room was empty and trashed. The bed had been ripped into pieces, the furniture had been torn apart – and the spy that was to lead them to their daughter was nowhere to be seen.
Indy looked over the room shocked and dazed. "I'm sorry Marion."
"Where's our contact?" she asked.
Indy looked around. "Gone... looks like by force... This isn't good. I never thought I'd have to put her in any danger after the scare we had in Russia. I wanted to protect that girl – but -!"
Marion sat down beside Indy. "Indy, you said Em had my temper, between the two stubborn people she calls her parents she's got to have a stubborn will like both of us. She's still alive – if she survived the tomb, and the ridicule that came from her scars, she's not going to let anyone take her out easily. And if you searched for me for fourteen years – you're not going to stop until you find Em, either."
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanfictionIn 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...
