Indiana Jones opened the museum's door for his daughter Emily Ravenwood Jones.
"Thanks, Dad," Emily smiled. "How many of the artifacts are here because of you?"
"Probably less than I should admit to," Indy replied. "Whenever I tend to find something, the ruin falls down behind me... which doesn't always endear me to my colleagues." He blinked repeatedly.
"Dad?"
"The Triad boss, Shorty's Grandmother - blew something in my eyes. I'll find the restroom and wash it out. Wait here?"
"Sure, Dad."
Indy forced his eyes shut repeatedly, trying to get them to tear. It hadn't been spices, because they weren't burning his eyes - but something was impacting his vision. He tipped to the side.
Emily caught him. "Dad! Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I just -"
Indy straightened as his body chilled. There were shadows and motions around him. "Em? Are we alone in the gallery?"
"Yeah. Just us and some ancient Middle Eastern artifacts."
"There's nothing around us?"
"Just artifacts, Dad. From ancient Babylon. And they're perfectly still." She stepped in front of Indy. "I don't see anything in your eyes."
"Duck!" Indy pushed her head down and swung.
The sinister dark mass laughed at him, as Indy's fist passed through it.
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The Seven Swords of Diya: An Indiana Jones Fan Fiction Part 1
FanfictionIndiana Jones and his daughter Emily Ravenwood Jones are back in action! Seven missing Japanese swords which may have the power to open hell, unleashing monsters upon the earth are their quest. Along with them is a hotshot pilot who got his career s...
