~Washington DC, same night~
Henry Jones jun. was sitting in his living-room at the desk, studying a new book of the life of Julius Caesar.
He wasn't particulary interested in it, just needing a good-night-lecture.
A glass of Seltzer was standing next to him, little bubbles where rising at the edge of the glass.
Indy watched them and his mind began to wander away.
This year he would arrive at the age of 47, the magical nr.50 getting closer and closer. Sometimes he felt himself
like an old man and there was nothing to keep him young. His students must regard him like one of those old, dusty
professors who spent their life travelling through the letters of books.
Actually his life was a little bit more... adventureous.
Indy thought ten years back... The ark... Marion... Possibly it were the women who had kept him young. But Marion
Ravenwood wasn't just 'a woman', he had really loved her. When they had first met twenty years ago, she was only 15
years old, already being a young lady, knowing how to seduce men.
It wasn't her goal to be a seductive woman she had once told him, but to him she was damn attractive.
They lost contact about nine years ago, because of an argument. They decided to seperate and she moved away.
He was so angry, that he didn't really care where she had moved, but then he had regretted his decision of letting Marion
depart.
Where's she now? Married? With Children? He felt jealousy rising up, but drowned the feeling.
He washed the memory away with a gulp of water.
He looked out of the window, seeing only darkness, was he getting into midlife crisis? No, it was too early, he had seen
Marcus suffering from it only some time ago.
As he searched for something in the black night, his eye-lids became heavy and finally he closed them.
Awakened by a sound coming from the front door, he opened his eyes and took the Smith & Wessons which was laying in a
drawer.
"Dr. Jones? Here's a telegram for ya, sir."
He switched the light on and opened the door, hiding the gun behind his back. The light hurt in his eyes, he closed his eyes
and opened them a few times until they were used to the brightness.
"You're bringing a telegram in the middle of the night?"
"Well, it's already 5.30 sir and I saw light in your house, so... I'm sorry if I awakened you."
He shot a puzzled view at the young guy standing before him.
"Thanks. You may leave now."
"Actually sir, normally you give a little tip."
"Listen, youngster, I'm not normal!"
This guy was stretching his nerves to the limit...
He looked a little dissapointed and murmured something.
Indy shot the door behind him and looked at the telegram.
It was from Kairo! Sallah? No, his wife was sending it.
"Mr. Jones, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but my husband has dissapeared. Sallah was working on something and didn't come
back. He's away for a week now."
What? Sallah had dissapeared? That was impossible, he did always kick himself out of bad situations.
As he thought about what might have happened to his friend, he heard the telephone ringing. This day had a really nice
start...
Henry Jones jun. was sitting in his living-room at the desk, studying a new book of the life of Julius Caesar.
He wasn't particulary interested in it, just needing a good-night-lecture.
A glass of Seltzer was standing next to him, little bubbles where rising at the edge of the glass.
Indy watched them and his mind began to wander away.
This year he would arrive at the age of 47, the magical nr.50 getting closer and closer. Sometimes he felt himself
like an old man and there was nothing to keep him young. His students must regard him like one of those old, dusty
professors who spent their life travelling through the letters of books.
Actually his life was a little bit more... adventureous.
Indy thought ten years back... The ark... Marion... Possibly it were the women who had kept him young. But Marion
Ravenwood wasn't just 'a woman', he had really loved her. When they had first met twenty years ago, she was only 15
years old, already being a young lady, knowing how to seduce men.
It wasn't her goal to be a seductive woman she had once told him, but to him she was damn attractive.
They lost contact about nine years ago, because of an argument. They decided to seperate and she moved away.
He was so angry, that he didn't really care where she had moved, but then he had regretted his decision of letting Marion
depart.
Where's she now? Married? With Children? He felt jealousy rising up, but drowned the feeling.
He washed the memory away with a gulp of water.
He looked out of the window, seeing only darkness, was he getting into midlife crisis? No, it was too early, he had seen
Marcus suffering from it only some time ago.
As he searched for something in the black night, his eye-lids became heavy and finally he closed them.
Awakened by a sound coming from the front door, he opened his eyes and took the Smith & Wessons which was laying in a
drawer.
"Dr. Jones? Here's a telegram for ya, sir."
He switched the light on and opened the door, hiding the gun behind his back. The light hurt in his eyes, he closed his eyes
and opened them a few times until they were used to the brightness.
"You're bringing a telegram in the middle of the night?"
"Well, it's already 5.30 sir and I saw light in your house, so... I'm sorry if I awakened you."
He shot a puzzled view at the young guy standing before him.
"Thanks. You may leave now."
"Actually sir, normally you give a little tip."
"Listen, youngster, I'm not normal!"
This guy was stretching his nerves to the limit...
He looked a little dissapointed and murmured something.
Indy shot the door behind him and looked at the telegram.
It was from Kairo! Sallah? No, his wife was sending it.
"Mr. Jones, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but my husband has dissapeared. Sallah was working on something and didn't come
back. He's away for a week now."
What? Sallah had dissapeared? That was impossible, he did always kick himself out of bad situations.
As he thought about what might have happened to his friend, he heard the telephone ringing. This day had a really nice
start...