Epilogue

Dr. Charles Robertson, head of the Anthropology Department at the most prestigious University in London, sat at his desk, looking over the stack of papers he'd received earlier that morning, taking extra care to keep everything in order. So engrossed was he in his reading, that he scarcely registered the knock on his door. The door opened a crack, and his secretary poked her head through.

"Dr. Robertson, Dr. Weiss is here to see you," she announced.

Robertson looked up at the attractive young woman and smiled. "Send him in, Janine," he instructed her. He stood and walked toward the door just as his visitor was entering. "Ah, Dr. Weiss, so good of you to come," he greeted him, holding out his hand.

Weiss took the offered hand and shook it firmly. "I am glad to meet you at last, Dr. Robertson," he replied, his German accent barely noticeable.

"Please, come in and have a seat." Robertson gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Then he circled around the desk and sat down in his own chair.

When they were seated comfortably, Weiss spoke up first. "So, I understand you are interested in the discovery we made recently near the town of Hammelburg."

Robertson nodded slightly. "Yes, very interested. In fact, I have an American colleague who is also most interested in your discovery. I took the liberty of inviting him to this meeting, and he arrived in London last night. He will be joining us shortly; I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Weiss replied.

"In the meantime, I was hoping you could tell me more about the body that was discovered. I've been studying the report, and I'm afraid it's rather vague."

"Well," Weiss began, "I'm sure you already know that it was found in the ruins of a barn that had been hit by a bomb during the war."

"Yes, that was mentioned in the report."

"After careful research," Weiss continued, "We've been able to determine the barn was destroyed in the spring of 1944; just over five years ago."

"Yes, that was mentioned, as well," Robertson said. "Tell me, has anyone been able to identify just exactly what 'it' is?"

Weiss shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. All we know is that it is the intact remains of some sort of mammalian life form, it is remarkably free of any signs of burns, and, while it is clearly dead, does not appear to be decomposing."

"Most interesting," Robertson muttered, nodding his head slightly. There was a knock on the door, and his secretary once again opened it and peeked in.

"The American gentleman has arrived," she said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Thank you, Janine. Please, send him in," Robertson replied.

Weiss looked at Robertson quizzically. "Just who is this colleague of yours?" he asked.

"He's an archeologist; rather well-known, actually. He is particularly interested in discoveries related to myths and legends."

Out in the reception room, Janine glanced coyly at the visitor. "You may go in now, Dr. Jones," she told him, blushing slightly.

The man reached up and removed the Fedora from his head. He looked at her, his eyes twinkling, and replied, "Please, call me Indiana."

THE END…?

A/N: I wrote this epilogue about a month ago; before the challenge was made for an Indiana Jones crossover. (Deana can confirm that.) So, while this was not written as a direct response to that challenge; perhaps, in some small way, it counts? :)

In any case, I hope you have enjoyed this story, as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I guess it's actually a three-way crossover, now! LOL