Mac got out of the plane, facing the oppressive desert heat outside of Kashgar. The slight wind whipped his tie around. He went straight to the safe house.
"Hello Mac." Shannon McGuire greeted him with a black eye.
"Shannon, where's the Joneses?"
"The Joneses? I don't know." She paused, then let him into the boarding house.
"What happened to your eye?" Mac asked.
"Some lady punched me."
"Dark hair and gray eyes?"
Shannon nodded. "Yes. She was named Marion."
Mac tried to hide the urgency in his voice. "Where were they going?"
"They...?"
"SHANNON!" another voice bellowed from the side room.
"Come in," Shannon called to the man.
A familiar arms dealer lumbered into the foyer.
Mac steeled his nerves.
Shannon introduced the men. "Riley Dawson, this Mac."
"Looks like a Jones got you," Mac smiled at the arms dealer as his mind went through the things that the CIA had on file about Dawson. None of it was good. Dawson had been in the bar room when he'd hired Emily Jones.
"That's three of them! And I'll get my revenge!" Dawson growled.
"Where were they going?"
"I'm guessing out into the desert, to look for their daughter," Shannon shrugged, watching Dawson go back to his drinking in the corner of the room.
Mac led Shannon into another room and closed the door. "Shannon, duck your head."
She studied him for a long moment, then obeyed.
Mac gently worked his fingers through Shannon's head to the back of her neck. Two dark bruises were there. "Shannon, you don't have to stay with Riley."
"He'll go back to his wife and children, and kill them, if I don't. And he'll then move onto someone else. I just need more time to spring the trap. I've got all the information," Shannon was shaking.
Mac shook his head. "Shannon, I'll send someone to protect Annie and her children."
"No! Mac, you don't understand!" Shannon protested. "Riley isn't a –"
"He's an arms dealer. And you are not running a safe house," Mac insisted gently. "Having him here is hurting you and your guests. Especially my people..."
Shannon jerked a gun from her pocket. "Stay away Mac!" She reached into her pocket and threw down her C.I.A. badge. "I'm done with you and your organization!"
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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...
