Emily slipped into the alleyway, hearing the NKVD guards tromp inside the house. Her Russian World War II namesake gave orders inside the house.
Emily went to the side of the building and smiled. A motorcycle waited at the corner, hidden under a tarp. "Perfect. Dad may make stuff up as he goes along – but I love it when a plan comes together."
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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...
