Chang drove the truck carrying two bodies in the back to a lonely dumping ground in the treacherous Talamakan Desert.
The sun beat down on the bloody corpses.
One, a woman with blood splattered on her clothes, dark hair and a fedora, leaning over the handcuffs.
Click. The handcuff came loose. Emily slid up in the truck bed. Jake moaned as the truck bounced.
"You've been under interrogation," a voice from the cab spoke.
Emily grabbed a bandanna from her neck and stuffed it in Jake's wound.
A second voice from the cab. "Does it show?"
Emily jumped, recognizing it. Her father!
"Are you operational?"
And that voice was Mac! The man who'd recruited her!
"Mac – you know I'm ready for anything." Indy's voice was dry and sarcastic. Emily crawled closer and looked in the truck cab. Had her father been captured by the KBG?! And Mac... a collaborator?
"Good. How much do they know?"
Nobody but Chang. He turned up the tape, as he increased the speed to top a dune. Emily slid lower in the truck bed, listening.
"The Nazis?" Indy asked. "Not much... I hope. I don't remember anything."
Someone fell heavily.
There were the sounds of a tired man getting to his feet. Silence. Then...
RRRRR! RRRR! A high pitched siren pierced the air.
Indy screamed.
Emily jumped.
"GET AWAY NAZI!"
"Indy! Get a grip! Debrief!"
Planes drowned out Indy's voice.
"WHAT?"
"I don't remember anything!"
"Indy! What happened to the scroll?"
It was raining bombs.
"I DON'T REMEMBER!"
"Indy – where did you put the scroll?!?"
A bomb fell.
"... four winds blow!"
Emily gasped. She knew where the missing scrolls were! If only she knew where her father had been during the war!
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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...
