Indiana Jones and the Mystery of Stonehenge.
Chapter 1: Dr. McFarland
San Francisco, California. 1937.
Indiana Jones sat in the small office he was confined to in the College of San Francisco. It was exam time again. The most dreaded part of a college professor's life. All of his classes were finished writing and now it was his job to correct them. There were approximately two hundred for all of them combined. Indy had only gone through fifteen. And boy, was it hot! The open window didn't help much and the water bottle beside him was almost empty. He thought that once he'd breached thirty corrected, he'd go and get himself a Dr. Pepper, the best physician he had at times like these.
In what year did King Tutankhamen die? He read. Knock knock knock, came the answer from the door.
Indy removed his glasses and gave them permission to enter.
His secretary, Leona came in. "Dr. Jones?" She asked. "There's a Dr. McFarland here from Scotland for you."
"Send him in." Indy said, finishing the water.
A rather young and pretty woman came into the stuffy office. She was about twenty-four, with dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders, a slightly lighter shade to her eyes, and a firm, well trimmed figure that went with the navy blue dress she was wearing.
"Dr. Jones?" She asked, her voice showed traces of Scottish heritage.
"Yes." Indy said. He held out his hand and shook hers. It was a firm grip, for a lady.
"Dr. Kendra McFarland." She introduced herself.
"Well, have a seat." Indy pulled up a chair for her. "I'm sorry, you've not caught me at my best." He indicated the small office.
"Oh, this isn't so bad." Kendra said. "You should see the little cubby hole they stuffed me into in Glasgow."
Indy laughed. This Kendra McFarland might be someone he could be able to deal with. If of course he knew what she was seeing him for.
"Well, I take it you're not here to congratulate me on the find of the Ark of the Covenant." Indy said as he sat back.
Kendra laughed, a warm soft laugh. "Hardly Dr. Jones, or may I call you Indiana?"
"Whichever works for you." Indy said.
"Well then, Indiana," she said, leaning forward. "I represent the Glasgow Office of antiquities. We've been in a bit of a spot for thee last few days."
"What kind of spot?" Indy asked, intrigued.
"I'm sure you've heard of the Nazis." Kendra said.
Did he ever! Those guys were really starting to get on his nerves. They were mostly all bravado and just irritating and even dangerous at times. His encounter in Egypt with them was proof of that.
"Well it's kind of hard not to hear of them." Indy said.
Kendra nodded meaningfully. "I know. They've been requesting entry into our borders after something in the highlands."
"Why would they be wanting to do that?" Indy asked.
"As I'm sure you know, they've been looking for all sorts of religious artefacts for a long time." Kendra said. "Indiana, what do you know about Stonehenge?"
"That's a bit of a temple in the highlands, isn't it?" Indy said. "Watched over by the druids. I don't know too terribly much about it, but I've heard it's quite a sight. Now don't tell me, the Nazis think this is some kind of weapon they can use in the war."
"Well, they're very interested in it." Kendra said. "Dr. Jones, you are the best that we could come up with in such short notice. Will you help us?"
Indy looked into those brown eyes of hers. They pleaded out to him. He could tell she needed his help. For what, he didn't know. He took a deep sigh and said "all right then. When would you be needing me out there?"
"As soon as possible." Kendra said, smiling. "Thank you, Indiana. This means a lot to me. If the Nazis ever penetrate our borders…" She left the sentence unfinished as she left.
Indy sat in the stuffy room. What had he gotten himself into? He wasn't sure about this. He knew that he would be pretty much unemployed over the summer, but this wasn't what he had in mind. Oh well. This would be fun…
End of chapter.
A little short I know, but it'll pick up. Don't worry. And review please!