Emily kicked open the door.
Mac stood with his shirt off, shaving cream on his face and a gun in his hand. "Emily!"
She dragged Jake, unconscious and groaning into the room. "The objective's here. See if you can't patch him up."
"I thought you were dead!" Mac was stunned. He saw Jake's bullet wound. "...Jake as well..."
"We figured we were dead, too," Emily muttered.
"You look awful." Mac moved to help.
"I'm used to it," Emily replied, laying Jake down on the bed. "I had to drag him from the pickup truck all the way here. I hope you're happy, Mac. Because if you lose this guy – I'm gonna kill you."
"Emily, I will do everything I can to help you and Jake."
"Don't worry 'bout me." She took a deep breath and straightened, striding for the door.
"Where are you going?" Mac asked, unbuttoning Jake's trench coat.
"Back west."
"Good."
Emily flinched slightly.
Mac saw it and softened his voice, swallowing his pride. "I'm sorry I got you into this. Indy told me about your eye."
She looked at him. In her dark eyes, he couldn't tell she'd ever been injured. "Mac – it wasn't your fault. I'm the one who snuck into the tomb."
"Emily – just be careful. More careful than you have been..."
"You too," Emily replied, putting on Jake's bloodied trench coat. She straightened her fedora and turned back to look at Jake. "Because if he dies, I'm comin' for you." She turned on her heel, wiped the bloody spit from her face, make-up smearing and revealing the scars.
YOU ARE READING
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...
