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Chapter 4 The Journey Begins
Indiana Jones had packed everything he thought he could possibly need: clothes, his tools, his knife, gun, and whip, along with a few other miscellaneous items. He was prepared. Now he made his way through the airport, looking for his small group of companions.
"Hello Indy!" Anya greeted him with a smile, as usual.
"Junior!" His father walked towards him with a smile and a hug, like the day before.
"Indy!" Marcus smiled and shook his hand.
"Hello Anya, Dad, Marcus what are you doing here?"
"Anya hired me."
"You and everyone else."
Marcus laughed. "Well, who am I to turn down an offer like this one?"
"Yeah, well. Anya, may I speak with you for a moment in private?"
"Of course." She casually followed him to a corner. "What is it?"
"Look, Anya, how many more people are you planning on adding to this little expedition? This is supposed to be secretive. This isn't some little picnic, some jaunt out into–"
"Don't you think I know that?"
"I don't know what you know anymore, Anya! You add a new member to this expedition every day! You don't seem to take this seriously!"
"I hired Marcus because he adds credibility and respectability to this dig! His presence will ensure that we are taken seriously and working for a known name and museum, not just a bunch of grave-robbers, fortune-hunters and treasure-seekers!"
"Is that what you think I am?"
"Of course not! But others do, at times." She sighed. "Look, I know that I've been doing things a little differently–"
"Oh, a little? Do you really think so?" Indiana spat out sarcastically.
"Will you let me finish?"
Indiana folded his arms.
"Every decision that I've made has been carefully thought through. Notice how I've not picked anyone I didn't trust? You and your father are very close to me. And I know that Marcus is close to the two of you. I'm sorry that you've been upset about all of this, but just trust me on this, okay?"
Indiana nodded slowly. "Fine. But look," he pointed his finger at her, "From now on I want more of a say in things, got it? No more of these surprise companions and plans."
"Alright."
Anya smiled and walked towards Henry and Marcus, who were recalling their old school days with rather loud enthusiasm.
"Ready to board gentlemen?"
"After you, madam." Marcus gestured towards the plane.
"Hey, look, Dad," Indiana caught his father by the arm before they boarded. "I'm sorry. I know you would be helpful on this trip, I just got upset. I wasn't expecting you to come along and, well, it was a lot of things, but I'm sorry."
Henry smiled and clapped his son on the shoulder. "That's alright, Junior. I know seeing me was a bit of a shock. And let's face it," he chuckled and jabbed him in the ribs, "women can be a bit of a handful, especially Anya."
"Yeah, well." Indiana rubbed his side, "she hasn't changed, that's for sure. And Dad, do me a favor."
"What?"
"Stop calling me 'Junior'."
Henry chuckled and walked into the plane. "First class." he looked around him, impressed. "Well, this is a new experience."
Anya smiled as he took his seat across from Marcus, who sat next to her. "Yes, it is nicer, I must say."
"As if you've ever had to ride in any other class." Indy muttered.
"Actually I have." Anya informed him matter-of-factly.
"Well, that's great." Indy responded, not having anticipated a response.
"I say," Marcus cut in, "How long is this flight approximately, Anya.?"
"Around twelve hours, I believe."
"Twelve hours on a plane with you, this should be fun." Indiana muttered again.
"Not as much fun as it will be for me." Anya glared at him.