Chapter 2: The Man From New Mexico.
Indy entered the Double Decker tavern at just a little before 8. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a whiskey.
When it arrived, he was vaguely aware of the man who cam and sat next to him, who in turn ordered a dry double martini.
"Dr. Jones?" He asked, his accent showing signs of South American nationality and he smelled of Cuban cigars.
"Yes?" Indy said, the Smith & Wesson feeling extremely welcome inside his jacket.
"My name is Pedro Raoul." The man said. "Thank you for coming. I hope my message did not frighten you."
"No," Indy said. "More confused me."
"My request for secrecy was a little rash, but I want no one else to hear of this little... transaction between us." Raoul said as his drink arrived. "Salutẽ."
They both clinked glasses and drank.
Raoul let out a contented sigh and began to speak again. "Now, onto the more serious matter at hand." He said. "You may or may not be aware that I own a cargo airline franchise. Last week, one of my planes went down while carrying a shipment to Rio de Janeiro. While the pilot was flying over the wilderness, he reported a large structure in the foliage and started having engine trouble. If this goes unchecked, we could go out of business and it would pose a threat to any civilian airline too. Dr. Jones, will you help us?"
"Is that all?" Indy asked. There had to be a catch.
"Yes." Raoul said.
"Well, all right." Indy said.
Raoul's face split into a wide grin. "Thank you, Dr. Jones. I promise, you will be rewarded greatly. If there is anything you require?"
"The exact location of the structure and the downed plane." Indy said. "I'll be out there within the week."
Indy arrived at the airport two days later. His plane was chartered to Rio and he would begin his search at once.
Somehow, this really felt familiar. Indy shrugged it off and took a small nap as the plane took off.
End of chapter.