Once again thanks to dumbblonde76 for the review. I know these chapters are short, apologises but thats just the way, I work and a bit actionless sorry about that, just trying to set the scene, will get better, I promise. As always be honest and enjoy.
Chapter 3
A twin prop aeroplane was coming into land at the dirt strip that served as a runway for the Atarot Airport; its wheels touched down, causing plums of clay red dust to billow up below the undercarriage, before briefly taking to the air again, with a violent jolt landed again and taxi to a stop.
The passenger side door flew open and a man wearing what would have once been a white dinner jacket, with black trousers, both now most definitely past what might be considered best, stained as they were with what most have been several miles of hard road.
On what appeared to be very shaky legs got out and made as if he was going get down on his knees and kiss the earth but instead bent double and proceeded to violently vomited, the little he had eaten over the last twenty four hours.
When he had finished, the man turned back to open passenger door and said to the pilot who was watching this scene with some amusement, "JESUS, Buddy, where'd you learn to fly the kamikaze school of flying, I've been on some rides but that was by far the worst!" Instead of answering the pilot simply, threw a brown canvas holdall bag out of the plane, leant over, closing the passenger door and with a smile executed a smart military style salute.
The engines of the plane, then spluttered, backfiring and expelling a cloud of filthy smelling black smoke from the exhaust, the rotor blades turned and then the engine died. Again, with a splutter, a final loud backfire, the engines burst into life, propelling it at great speed down the runway, while at the same time covering its previous passenger in a thick layer of the runway dirt "BASTARD," the man shouted at nothing in particular, as the plane was now nothing more than a speck on the horizon.
Being too busy brushing himself down, while thinking, "What was the bloody point, he looked a goddamned mess anyway." While simultaneously, trying to keep himself from chocking on the clouds of dusts that billowed up each time, he patted himself, he did not notice the man who rush to his side and picked up his holdall from where it had been thrown. "By Allah, Indy, you do look a mess."
Indy turned in the direction the vaguely familiar voice and after rubbing runaway dust from his eyes, which were now blood shot, tears were streaming down his cheeks; he could make out the imposing presence at six feet two and over 250 pounds of his old friend, Selah. Although it had been over six years since there last adventure together, the years had been kind, apart from two streaks of silver at the temples, specks of grey in his beard and a few new wrinkles around the eyes and mouth. "But who hasn't," Indy reflection, with each passing day, he seemed to notice a new wrinkle or grey hair.
Indy hugged his friend, smiling "Sallah, its good to see you, I really can't stop and talk, someone's expecting me." Suddenly and much to Indy's surprise, Salllah let out a great bellow of laughter. While also taking Indy by the shoulders, spinning him around to face him, he said, "Indy, my friend, I am your contact, a man, Jameson, I believe, sent you here on a very important mission and I was assigned to you by my organisation as guide, friend and protector, just like old times, uh Indy?"
Walking away from where his friend stood, Indy stood in silence for several minutes, deep in thought, occasional running his hand through his hair or kicking a small rock. Until finally returning to where Sallah still stood nervously played with the fez he had been wearing, crushing and twisting it in his bear like hands whilst looking at his feet, like some naughty child who knows he has done something wrong, "So you're a secret agent?" Sallah realizing that he was being spoken to, very slowly lifted his head and looked at Indy, "I'm afraid so, my friend, I was recruited to watch and report back on the Nazi's search for the Ark, as well reporting on your movements. By Allah, Indy, I, I did not like it and I would have told you if I could but the secrecy was necessary, I'm sorry, Indy." Smiling Indy clapped his friend on the back and said "Sallah, you have nothing to apologise for, explains how Jameson knew so much about me, that's get out of here before we become road kill."
Suddenly if not before realizing where he was, the dot on the horizon coming in for a landing, convinced Sallah of the sense of that suggestion, with a discernable level of anxiety in his voice, " Indeed, come Indy, quickly I have transportation waiting", indicating a jeep parked just beyond the runway.