They were in the warehouse, they all sinisterly glaring at him. How did this crazy lady with the weird accent know about it? Indiana Jones wondered to himself, this was supposed to be top secret. Who knew what secrets were hidden there? His friend ended up working for the crazy lady. So not only was he being forced to show her… the alien… but the one person here whom he thought he could trust ended up also being his enemy. Indiana sighed. He was too old for this kind of adventuring…
Once in he had tried to fight them, but without the support of his friend or any real weapons, he didn't have much of a chance. It didn't help just about everyone was younger than him or was sporting a sinister glare. Indiana hated sinister glares. At least, he tried to reassure himself, there were no snakes involved yet. Who knew where this adventure would lead him, though. Snakes could be anywhere. Or worse, he thought further with a cringe, ants. "I hate ants."
The crazy Russian-almost sounding lady stared at him. "I am not here for these ants you talk of," she replied with her phony Russian accent as she glared sinisterly, "I want the body."
Indiana sighed again he had no idea how he would be able to fight them off. He decided thoughtfully in his mind 'Okay fine, I guess I have to show them.' "Okay fine, I guess I have to show you."
He remembered the box was magnetically sealed. He needed metal to lead him the way. He thought for a moment. "I need something metal." While they sifted through there things something red caught his eye, poking out of a box. Something strange and very familiar and a sudden flashback came to him and quickly, he had a different idea.
"Wait, never mind," he spoke to them as they glared sinisterly at him, "I remember now." He led them to the wooden box with the gold and red case inside. "We put the alien in there."
"Such a lovely box," the almost-Russian sounding lady murmured softly, almost respectfully with a new sense of admiration to the government for giving the specimen such a lovely resting place, although at Indiana she still glared sinisterly.
"It is inside," Indiana coaxed.
But the woman was entranced by the gold embellishments; they looked like birds or angels. She wasn't able to tell. Indiana began to shuffle his feet. Will they just hurry up already? But the Russian lady continued to stroke, as if it were a cat. Was she being seduced bya box?
Finally, one of the sinisterly glaring henchmen touched the woman's shoulder. Also in a fake accent, he muttered, "We do have a time deadline."
Her trance was gone. "Oh yes," she replied, suddenly realizing she was so focused. Her fingers ran across the adornments one last time, as if trying to imprint a memory onto her finger tips. "Finally, I will find my answers!" she exclaimed victoriously. And with that she opened the ark.
Indiana had been here before. He closed his eyes shut and tried to tune out the screams. He hoped his friend was okay, the traitorous bastard. He should have known right away what it was, but that was out of Indiana's hands now. He shouldn't have been a back-stabbing, double-crossing ogre.
"I wonder where they really were from," Indiana thought to himself.
If he had looked, Indiana would had realized the spirits were glaring sinisterly.
At least the bad-guys would all be dead. Easiest job of his life. Time for a round of golf.
The End.