Fumbling to try to touch a wall he stepped onto a loose stone. 'Damn,' he muttered as he heard a large wall slide down crashing onto the floor. He reached for his pouch that sat tightly on his belt. He grabbed his lighter and flicked it on. The light from it gave him about enough light to see 3 inches in front of his face. The lighter popped and sizzled a bit before the fluid in it dissipated and it burned its last flame. Another wall crunched as it slid open. A hiss came from the opening. The noise shot a chill down his spine that meant only one thing. It was like a 6th sense to him when a snake or snakes were somewhere around. He heard the noise and took the only thing he had, the green jaguar statue, and slammed it where the snake hiss was heard. To hell with priceless artifacts was never his way of doing things but he considered his body the most priceless artifact on earth. He heard the statue break and gasped. As the statue split in half a translucent green mist shot up from the wreckage. The mist brought the whole room alight. As the light still permeated the room he counted seven cobras one of which he had hit and split in half. The other cobras advanced but slower than normal. The green mist shot down in a thickened cloud going directly into one of the cobra's mouths. The cobra stopped for a second and then suddenly deteriorated into a long bony skeleton. Indy watched as the green cloud devoured the scaly body of each and every snake before relighting each of the torches and disappearing.
Indy shrugged the happening off as just coincidence and looked for a way out. He looked at what he had for improvisation and grabbed his trusty bull-whip. The sliding shut of the wall had of course been the way out. The room was plain other than the few panels that he of course had triggered that had gotten him into this mess. He walked over to the place where the snakes had come and looked around. It was about three feet in deep and had a couple of holes near the ceiling that the snakes had come from. He took off the leather fedora he wore and wiped it across his forehead. He backed from the wall that the snakes had appeared form and ran towards it in a charge that could have knocked the torch from the statue of Liberty. His feet tromped into the "opening of the snakes". One foot stomped on a floor panel that opened the wall the snakes had passed through. The opened wall led out of the temple off of a twenty-foot ledge. Indy still running tripped on the stone outcropping and fell to the sandy desert. The dark cold cloak of unconsciousness enveloped him in the sandy Hell.
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Sarah Gunn sat in the jeep at the edge of the Temple of Light. She took a sip of her canteen and pulled out her revolver. The sun was at it's height and the warm water didn't help very much. She set the pistol back down and revved the engine to the jeep. If had to wait in this hellhole she could at least have a bit of fun in the process. As she circled the temple she saw the body of a young man probably in his mid-twenties. He wore a brown fedora and a brown leather jacket. She stopped the jeep and opened the door. Kicking the unconscious she said, 'Indiana Jones.'
She picked him up and hoisted him into the back of the jeep. The sun was just setting across the horizon as the temple of light disappeared into the twisting sands.