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Nothing much to say about this except "I really wish there were more good Indiana Jones stories out there, most of the ones I've found suck worse than this," and "Everybody should pay more attention to good humor," and my quote of the day, "I will do that… but first, I must buy more soap." Another good quote I was considering was, "My current dilemma: EGMIE (Every Good Movie Involves Explosions) VS. EMWEIG (Every Movie With Explosions Is Good)."

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CHAPTER ONE

Professor Henry Jones, Jr., was teaching his class about catacombs beneath Venice when the headmaster of Barnett College entered. Jones knew his stuff. The recently discovered find was being –

"Investigated by professional teams at this moment. An accidental fire caused damage to the site, but it is still clearly a Pagan tomb that was partially converted in the First Crusade, eleventh century; the Christians dug their own chambers where several knights were buried, including one with an inscription, in Latin, on his shield that seems to tell of a possible resting place of the -"

The bell rang. "Alright, I'll be in my office Thursday and Wednesday, but not Friday. If you have any questions just find me then." The class filed out with their books. The professor turned to the visitor.

"Hello, Mr. Crader."

"Good afternoon, - ah - Professor. It has been brought to my attention, - ah hem - several times, that you tend to… - hem - not be here at the school, teaching, all the time. You often – ah – go on trips to archeological sites, is that right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well Jones, I have decided – hn hn – to allow you to continue your – ah – archeological work, if – hem – you concede to bring – hem – your students along, occasionally. You will retain your job teaching, if – ah – you allow your pupils to learn about the – ah – nature of your field work. Of course, you will teach on this trip, but you will – ah hem – have time for your own digging."

The professor's face twitched. "Whatever you say, Headmaster."

The wizened little man left the classroom.

"Great."

Next week's class was just as bubbly as he came in the door as usual, giggling and chattering like elementary rather than college students. It silenced, however, when he shut the door.

The whole group chorused, "Hello Professor Jones!" Indiana sighed as he settled into his usual lecturing position behind his desk.

"Alright, everyone, I'm going to be honest with you. Last week Headmaster Crader told me that if I don't take you with me on my next expedition… Well, he'd fire me." There were some gasps at the thought of Professor Jones being fired, and a few exited smiles at the prospect of accompanying him. "So, next month you all have the opportunity to come and investigate the tomb of Heqa-ib, who was a Nubian pharaoh. You will all need to pay for half of the transportation, but the school will take care of the rest of that."

A hand rose. "Mr. Crader's willing to pay half for us? Just so you can keep your job?"

Jones grimaced. "Yes, he's paying half for the plane, but I get to take care of food, shelter, equipment… for all of you."

The class expressed their concern: "Thank you very much Professor Jones, don't know what we would do without you!"

"You're very welcome. Now, let's get started. We were at the catacombs under Venice, right?"

One month later, at the airport…

"Hey Professor Jones! Here we are!"

Indiana turned to the jubilant voices, finding that they belonged to his class – every one of them was present. They were hiding from the drizzle beneath two giant umbrellas, like a pair of mushrooms. Two very exited mushrooms. Indy, in his white shirt and khakis, didn't have an umbrella. He carried only a battered brown suitcase.

Striding towards the twenty or so undergraduates, Jones began, "Did you all manage to come? Uh, good. The plane almost empty except for us, so you won't have to sit on each other's laps -"

"I'd share a seat with you Professor!"

"Which you WON'T have to do, and we're leaving in ten minutes, so get yourselves on that plane. Leave your luggage outside."

A few girls sulked as they grasped their bags and the umbrellas began to migrate.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Hope you all enjoyed. This is boring, and progressing rather quickly, because the story hasn't started yet. Don't worry, it'll all be good next chapter.

I will be updating from now on, until the tale is finished or I die, whichever actually ends up happening, every Sunday, including this week.