Author's oh so mighty and treasured notes- Hello.. I was not sure whether
or not I was going to continue this fanfiction, but I promised myself that
if I received one or more positive reviews, I would. Low and behold, I got
one. So now, I have concluded that if I am presented with at least one
review every chapter, I will right another chapter. So if you like, lemme'
know, and if you don't I guess you can tell me anyway and I'll just send
you nasty emails and stuff. No, not really. Reviews (good or bad) are
greatly appreciated.
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Indiana jolted slightly upwards, but played it off as a shrug. "Well, I am an archeologist and in this field, you're an embarrassment if you haven't studied it at some point."
Andi rolled her eyes, "No," she mused, "you know what I mean." Her words flowed in a calm and almost apathetic manner. No, not apathetic, behind her professional façade she was excited. Perhaps even beyond excited. To Indiana's trained eye, Andi seemed to glow in utter anticipation. An amused half smile yanked at the professor's face as he saw some of himself in this kid, but he kept his expressions as hard and blank as possible.
"Look, Andi, was it?" she nodded, leaning forward anxiously. "I don't know what stories you've heard, but I can assure you that they're all lies." Indiana's previous encounter with the arc had not remained concealed, as had originally been intended to. Rumors flew and the true story morphed from what it truly had been into a sci-fi adventure.
"Look, Indiana, is it?" Andi answered smartly. "I'm not some stupid little girl who's flouncing around and happy to get a few words of attention from her attractive professor."
Indiana gave her a quizzical glance, eyebrows raised. That hadn't been his demeanor at all, but her outburst could be a cover up of some all too common feelings that emerged from many of his female students. "Hey, I didn't think you were. You know," he said, "you are the one who is bringing up the whole subject of this attractive teacher..."
Andi's eyes narrowed at this notion, "Whom I don't find sexually appealing in any shape or form. What! You're old!" She concluded after another harsh glare.
"Okay, okay, I get the point." Indiana held his palms up in retreat. Feisty thing, she was. "Like I was telling you before our little disagreement, whatever you've heard about the arc is most likely a lie." Although this statement was nearly the same as the one previously stated on the matter, it held no sarcasm and was now an honest answer.
The young pupil was still not pleased, however.
"Gee, thanks for all the input. Professor, listen to me, do you know where the arc is?"
Indiana looked up at Andi. He slowly removed his glasses and massaged his forehead, recalling the day it had been take from his grasp. It was so vivid; Indiana had found it, defeated its defense mechanism, and he'd had it. For one fleeting day, it was in his possession. Of course he did turn it in, having been promised it would be in the custody of a museum. That it had been in a museums possession, but the museum was run by the government who, rather than displaying it, filched it from the world. He remembered watching them pack it up and felt the feelings of utter anguish and defeat seep up to the surface. He'd argued and threatened them, but there was nothing Indian could do, and the dirty thieves had known that. At last, he remembered Andi's question. "Yeah," he answered, "actually I do. It's shoved in an unmarked crate and tucked it away in a warehouse somewhere in Illinois."
Andi was taken aback. It had been a shocking location for Indy, as well and he empathized with the girl's obviously disgusted feelings. But, again, he had misread Andi. "You mean you haven't been told?" she asked. Indiana's skeptical face and meaningless stuttering was answer enough. "Professor, the arc of the covenant has been stolen."
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Indiana jolted slightly upwards, but played it off as a shrug. "Well, I am an archeologist and in this field, you're an embarrassment if you haven't studied it at some point."
Andi rolled her eyes, "No," she mused, "you know what I mean." Her words flowed in a calm and almost apathetic manner. No, not apathetic, behind her professional façade she was excited. Perhaps even beyond excited. To Indiana's trained eye, Andi seemed to glow in utter anticipation. An amused half smile yanked at the professor's face as he saw some of himself in this kid, but he kept his expressions as hard and blank as possible.
"Look, Andi, was it?" she nodded, leaning forward anxiously. "I don't know what stories you've heard, but I can assure you that they're all lies." Indiana's previous encounter with the arc had not remained concealed, as had originally been intended to. Rumors flew and the true story morphed from what it truly had been into a sci-fi adventure.
"Look, Indiana, is it?" Andi answered smartly. "I'm not some stupid little girl who's flouncing around and happy to get a few words of attention from her attractive professor."
Indiana gave her a quizzical glance, eyebrows raised. That hadn't been his demeanor at all, but her outburst could be a cover up of some all too common feelings that emerged from many of his female students. "Hey, I didn't think you were. You know," he said, "you are the one who is bringing up the whole subject of this attractive teacher..."
Andi's eyes narrowed at this notion, "Whom I don't find sexually appealing in any shape or form. What! You're old!" She concluded after another harsh glare.
"Okay, okay, I get the point." Indiana held his palms up in retreat. Feisty thing, she was. "Like I was telling you before our little disagreement, whatever you've heard about the arc is most likely a lie." Although this statement was nearly the same as the one previously stated on the matter, it held no sarcasm and was now an honest answer.
The young pupil was still not pleased, however.
"Gee, thanks for all the input. Professor, listen to me, do you know where the arc is?"
Indiana looked up at Andi. He slowly removed his glasses and massaged his forehead, recalling the day it had been take from his grasp. It was so vivid; Indiana had found it, defeated its defense mechanism, and he'd had it. For one fleeting day, it was in his possession. Of course he did turn it in, having been promised it would be in the custody of a museum. That it had been in a museums possession, but the museum was run by the government who, rather than displaying it, filched it from the world. He remembered watching them pack it up and felt the feelings of utter anguish and defeat seep up to the surface. He'd argued and threatened them, but there was nothing Indian could do, and the dirty thieves had known that. At last, he remembered Andi's question. "Yeah," he answered, "actually I do. It's shoved in an unmarked crate and tucked it away in a warehouse somewhere in Illinois."
Andi was taken aback. It had been a shocking location for Indy, as well and he empathized with the girl's obviously disgusted feelings. But, again, he had misread Andi. "You mean you haven't been told?" she asked. Indiana's skeptical face and meaningless stuttering was answer enough. "Professor, the arc of the covenant has been stolen."