Disclaimer: None of the Indiana Jones characters are mine such as Indiana Jones, Marcus Broody or any other characters that may come along. So don't sue me or anything.


Chapter Two


Indy stood at the dock and tapped his booted foot. The boat was already 15 minutes late and he was getting impatient.


Marcus had found some money somewhere and now Indy was on his way to India to get some information about the priest who knew which tile the tunnel was under. One of the priest's relatives lived in India and Indy wanted to ask him if the priest was still living. It would have been less expensive to write a letter but Indy didn't want to wait that long so he bought a ticket and was now waiting for the boat. For the millionth time he turned and glanced at the clock that was nailed above the ticket office. It read 5:34 pm. It was starting to get dark and a little foggy, Indy pulled his hat down lower over his eyes as it started to drizzle.


He was about ready to go back to the ticket office and get his ticket refunded when he heard the boat's whistle. The long low sound almost scared him half to death because it sounded right in front of him. He hadn't seen the boat pull in because of the fog.


He picked up his suitcase and made his way past a crowd of disembarking passengers to the boarding ramp. When he reached the top a man in a blue uniform asked for his ticket. Indy gave it to him and was shown to a cabin that was nicely furnished with an oak bed frame, matching bedside table and dresser. The mattress was covered in a burgundy and navy blue silk spread that matched the curtains on the small porthole.


Indy set his bag by the dresser, took his hat off and flung his leather jacket on the bed. He flung him self on top of that and went to sleep.


In a few hours Indy awoke to the noise of someone knocking on his door. He got up and went to open it. Outside was a steward who told him that dinner was to be served in a few moments. Indy thanked him and followed him to the dinning room. He was surprised to find that he was the first passenger there.


He took a seat at a corner table where he could watch the other guests as they came in. After a few minutes a waiter came to his table and gave him a menu.


"Say friend," Indy addressed the waiter," were is everybody?" The man looked nervous and shrugged then hurried back to the kitchen. Indy figured he was either foreign and hadn't understood a thing he said or the guy was new on the job. Either way Indy still wanted to know why he was the only person dining.


He looked at the menu and decided to have soup and a sandwich but the waiter still hadn't come back to take his order. After waiting awhile he got up and went over to the kitchen door. Just before he pushed it open he heard voices that stopped him.


"I don't want to go out there. He's a big man, I don't want to get killed if he finds out!"


"You're to paranoid, he's not gonna kill you! You're just a waiter."

"But..... but what if..."


"Just get out there!"


"No!"


"I'll kill you if you don't!"


"All right! All right! I'll go,don't hurt me!" Indy moved aside just as the waiter came out the door and headed toward Andy's vacated table. He stopped when he saw the table was empty and turned around with a smile of relief on his face but it quickly turned to terror as he saw Indy who was pointing a gun at him.


Indy signaled him to be quiet and then waved his gun toward the door. The waiter inched his way to the door and Indy followed with the gun trained on the waiter.


When they were in the hall Indy told the man to stand against the wall. He complied and since the gun was still pointed at him he answered Andy's questions.


"What are you afraid that I'll find out? What's so big that you're afraid I'll kill you about it?" Indy asked at he lounged against the opposite wall.


"I..., I...., I.... donnnnn't..." Indy got up close and shoved the man up the wall.


"Answer me." He growled between his teeth. The gun was right at the man's left temple and he trembled in fear.


"I can't tell you sir, they kill me if I do."


"And I'll kill you if you don't. Decide, do yea want to die now or later?"


"L... l.... later." The waiter stuttered.


"Then start talkin'!" Indy demanded.


"Okay! I'm afraid that you will find out you are the only passenger."


"Why am I the only passenger?"


"Because the boss said that you had to be the only passenger so no one would see or hear."


"See what man? What!"


"You die." Suddenly there was a muffled noise and the waiter slumped in Andy's grasp.


"That could have been you Dr. Jones." Indy turned to see a man standing at the end of the hall with a gun that had a silencer on it in his hand. "I didn't have to miss."


"Then what'd you kill him for and not me?" Indy let the body of the waiter drop to the floor.


"He talks to much and that bothers me." The man smiled. "Let me introduce myself. I am Patrick Shannon, and I'm here to kill you."