Chapter Four........ Assassins
The four occupants of the room all slept, each of them dreaming.
Izzy was dreaming of a perfect life, one in which he never met Rick O'Connell. Rick was dreaming he was at home with Evy and Alex, when three thugs marched in demanding that Jonathon pay them the million he owed them. Indy was dreaming about skiing down sand dunes when his ski poles turned to snakes. (dreams are weird)
Clarence was dreaming that a dark figure was creeping in the window with a shining sword and was crouching over him, when he realized he was awake. Clarence gave a shriek, as did his assailant, who sprung back.
"Indy!" he yelled.
Indy leapt out of bed. Rick jumped and tripped on his gun bag. He fumbled around in the darkness until his fingers curled around on the handle of his gun. Damn, he thought I can't fire without any light. I might shoot a friendly! "Clarence," he hollered. "Light a torch or lantern of something-oof!" A punch to the stomach knocked him back onto the bed. He leapt up onto the bed and his head hit the ceiling. "Ow!"
Before Clarence could follow through with Rick's instructions, the clouds covering the moon parted.
In the dim light, Indy could make out three robed figures. He grabbed his whip and, with a flick of his wrist and a sharp crack, one of the men yelped and went down.
Clarence and Izzy were back to back, doing there best to end off one of the attackers. The man was taunting them, jabbing at them every couple of seconds. He laughed. Izzy glared at the man, noticing, for the first time, that the assassin had been taunting him.
"I wouldn't be laughing." Izzy said angrily, "I'm going to kick your ass." Which he proceeded to do, literally. The man collapsed, wheezing.
Rick was desperately looking for a way to get off the extremely bouncy bed and grab a gun. He bounced once, and then leapt over to the next bed. He was about to jump down when a fist hit him in the stomach and he was forced back onto the bed. His assailant jumped up next to him, unaware that doing so would probably send him up high enough to hit the ceiling. He did. Rick took advantage of his foe's momentary pause to grab one of the man's sword. He swung at the man and hit steel. The attacker had been able to pull out a sword identical to Rick's. The two began jumping on the beds and fighting furiously.
Indy managed to reach Rick's bag and pulled out the first steel object his hand encountered, a shotgun. He grabbed some cartridges and loaded the weapon as quickly as he could. He aimed at the man he had whipped, now up and fighting with Clarence, and yelled, "Clarence, drop!"
Clarence, his old army reflexes kicking in, fell to the floor and covered his head with his hands. Indy fired. The dark shape fell.
Rick yelled, "Indy! Help Izzy!"
Indy looked to the corner of the room where the second robed attacker was taking out his anger on Izzy. "Izzy! Just drop down!" Izzy attempted to, but his foe dragged him up and punched him in the jaw.
Indy crackd his whip at the man, hitting him on the back. The man let go of Izzy, who fell like a (skinny) sack of potatoes. Indy fired.
With two down, Indy turned to the last assassin. "O'Connell! I can't get a clear shot!"
"Little busy," Rick said.
Indy looked at the two. They were hacking busily at each other while jumping on the beds. It would have looked pretty funny if the situation was not serious.
Izzy sprang up and jumped on one of the other beds. He grabbed one of the pillows and swung it at Rick's enemy. The man turned his head, glaring at Izzy, who smiled nervously. Rick stabbed the man, who fell as Rick yanked out the sword.
The four occupants of the room all slept, each of them dreaming.
Izzy was dreaming of a perfect life, one in which he never met Rick O'Connell. Rick was dreaming he was at home with Evy and Alex, when three thugs marched in demanding that Jonathon pay them the million he owed them. Indy was dreaming about skiing down sand dunes when his ski poles turned to snakes. (dreams are weird)
Clarence was dreaming that a dark figure was creeping in the window with a shining sword and was crouching over him, when he realized he was awake. Clarence gave a shriek, as did his assailant, who sprung back.
"Indy!" he yelled.
Indy leapt out of bed. Rick jumped and tripped on his gun bag. He fumbled around in the darkness until his fingers curled around on the handle of his gun. Damn, he thought I can't fire without any light. I might shoot a friendly! "Clarence," he hollered. "Light a torch or lantern of something-oof!" A punch to the stomach knocked him back onto the bed. He leapt up onto the bed and his head hit the ceiling. "Ow!"
Before Clarence could follow through with Rick's instructions, the clouds covering the moon parted.
In the dim light, Indy could make out three robed figures. He grabbed his whip and, with a flick of his wrist and a sharp crack, one of the men yelped and went down.
Clarence and Izzy were back to back, doing there best to end off one of the attackers. The man was taunting them, jabbing at them every couple of seconds. He laughed. Izzy glared at the man, noticing, for the first time, that the assassin had been taunting him.
"I wouldn't be laughing." Izzy said angrily, "I'm going to kick your ass." Which he proceeded to do, literally. The man collapsed, wheezing.
Rick was desperately looking for a way to get off the extremely bouncy bed and grab a gun. He bounced once, and then leapt over to the next bed. He was about to jump down when a fist hit him in the stomach and he was forced back onto the bed. His assailant jumped up next to him, unaware that doing so would probably send him up high enough to hit the ceiling. He did. Rick took advantage of his foe's momentary pause to grab one of the man's sword. He swung at the man and hit steel. The attacker had been able to pull out a sword identical to Rick's. The two began jumping on the beds and fighting furiously.
Indy managed to reach Rick's bag and pulled out the first steel object his hand encountered, a shotgun. He grabbed some cartridges and loaded the weapon as quickly as he could. He aimed at the man he had whipped, now up and fighting with Clarence, and yelled, "Clarence, drop!"
Clarence, his old army reflexes kicking in, fell to the floor and covered his head with his hands. Indy fired. The dark shape fell.
Rick yelled, "Indy! Help Izzy!"
Indy looked to the corner of the room where the second robed attacker was taking out his anger on Izzy. "Izzy! Just drop down!" Izzy attempted to, but his foe dragged him up and punched him in the jaw.
Indy crackd his whip at the man, hitting him on the back. The man let go of Izzy, who fell like a (skinny) sack of potatoes. Indy fired.
With two down, Indy turned to the last assassin. "O'Connell! I can't get a clear shot!"
"Little busy," Rick said.
Indy looked at the two. They were hacking busily at each other while jumping on the beds. It would have looked pretty funny if the situation was not serious.
Izzy sprang up and jumped on one of the other beds. He grabbed one of the pillows and swung it at Rick's enemy. The man turned his head, glaring at Izzy, who smiled nervously. Rick stabbed the man, who fell as Rick yanked out the sword.
