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Have I heard of it?" Indiana scoffed. "Of course I've heard of it. So I also know that it is just a legend!" That last word caught in his throat. Indiana knew his friend wouldn't call him about something as trivial as a mere legend. "Why?" he finally asked.
"It was found, and lost, a few weeks ago in England," Charles answered. "In Thames River, or somewhere near there. Some rookie found it, and that tenderfoot lost it. Jackass," he mumbled over the phone.
"Look, what's all this got to do with me?" Indiana demanded.
"You know as well as I do, Jones," laughed Charles. "You'll leave in the morning."
"Alright. I'll do it," he agreed.
"Oh, and Jones? One more thing?" Charles timidly mentioned.
"Ya?"
"Skip the argument. Take Marion with you. She'll be a lot more help then you think." Although he couldn't see it, Indiana knew that Charles must've winked before he hung up the phone.
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"You're NOT going!" Indiana boomed as he paced back and forth across the floor.
"Excuse me?" Marion shot back. "Since when do you order me around?" Marion got up in Indiana's face.
"Marion, please. It's too dangerous." Indiana's voice became soft and understanding. "I thought I lost you once. I can't bear to lose you again."
Marion listened, and her eyes widened. "I'm going," she firmly stated. Indiana knew enough not to argue with Marion when she took that tone of voice.
"Okay," he agreed, although it really didn't matter. Indiana took Marion in his arms and they kissed. Neither one of them noticed Mutt watching from the door.
"Hmm…" he mumbled. "Guess I'm going, too!" he quietly, slyly, remarked to himself.
Mutt slipped away from his first class seat and headed toward the bathroom.
On the other part of the plane, Indiana Jones leaned over and whispered to Marion. "I'm gonna go make a quick stop," he joked, and winked. Easing himself out of his seat, Indiana got up and headed towards the bathroom. It was only a matter of luck that Indiana got to the bathroom first. He shut the door behind him.
Mutt was there a second later. One glance at the OCCUPIED sign on the door and Mutt gave a petulant sigh. "Hey! Hurry up in there!" he called, and rudely began repeatedly banging on the outside of the door.
"Mo!" Indiana groaned, hoping to deny the inevitable. "No, it can't be!" In a fit of rage, Indiana thrust open the door. As soon as he saw Mutt, the father grabbed his son by the collar and pulled Mutt into the confined space.
Blinking furiously, Mutt began to comprehend what he saw before him. He took in deep, steady breaths, or at least tried to. "Dad?" He just couldn't believe it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" boomed Indiana, pinning Mutt to the wall with a firm grip still on his collar.
"Dad…uhh… surprise!" Mutt sheepishly grinned. Indiana wasn't amused.. "Now, first off, old man, calm down…"
Just then, through the door, Marion yelled, "Everything OK in there, hon?"
Instinctively, Mutt opened his mouth to answer her, and Indiana slapped his hand around it. "Me, smart-ass. She's talking to me," he whispered. "Fine, hon!" he called to Marion cheerfully.
After hearing Marion's descending footsteps, Indiana turned back to Mutt.
"Now," he started. "As I was saying, what the hell are you doing here?!"
""Look, Dad. It was like this…
