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Looters of The Lost Ark
The baby's cry was a pleasant relief, for both the mother and the father. The doctor, and the nurses, too, but the mother especially. They were in a Hospital.
They were in a hospital, the baby dully realized. It's—no, her—small mind could barely comprehend anything beyond basic needs, normally. And now it was blind with fear. So bright! Bright! The lights dimmed, and she settled down. Sleep was now at the top of her priorities.
"What shall we name her," the mother asked. The husband just shook his head in a way that said I don't know. You decide. A tall, dark-haired male stranger entered the room, then. "Are you two Luciano Dandelo? FBI. I need to ask you some questions." The husband, Luciano, looked pleading. "Cant it wait, sir? My wife--" He was cut of by a soft snore from the baby "—has just had a baby. She doesn't even have a name yet!" the man looked like a block of stone, his features finely chiseled, all sharp angles that accentuated that fact that he was emotionless.. "Now she does. Maya." The strange man's sharp, eagle's eyes seemed to take on a quality of fury. The baby wailed—and in an instant, a couple whose baby had just been born, a doctor, and a nurse, were dead. "Till death do you part." The dark-haired man said smugly.
The man walked out of the room, holding a small bundle, pistol still warm in his pocket. From carnage to carnage. Everyone was dead. Except for the children.
Twelve Years L8ter
Maya Gainsborough sighed as she switched on the radio. The electronic buzz of the worthless object brought only more boring reports of the war. So some stupid Serbian killed a leader. One man could be replaced. The millions that had already died could not.
Everyone knew Hitler was just out for blood, but not many knew what else he was looking for. Her "father" did. Arrogant bastard. He said what Hitler wanted was the Ark and the Covenant. Hmph. Yeah, right, and she was the niece of an archeologist who womanized. I wish. It would be better than being stuck here with Luc. The radio's steady buzz was interrupted as Luciano Gainsborough, with a single swipe of his hand, smashed the radio against the wall. "heyy hunny…wont you pless get daddy a beer…." He mumbled as he fell to the floor. "I was wondering when that damn sleeping pill would kick in." Time to go.
A/N: Hope you guys liked it! My first attempt at the Author side of Ficcing…The first four paragraphs are really also part of a prologue I'm working on for a different story…if it ever evolves into something more advanced. Maybe I'll put that up sometime soon, but don't count on it! R/R, Please!!