Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Together they decided it best to escape at the docks. The airport would be too crowded for an effective escape, while they'd probably be bound and gagged between the city and the temple. Now they only had to figure how exactly they'd get out.
"When the guard leaves, I think. We've got about five minutes between shifts when nobody is in here." Anna whispered.
"You're forgetting that the guard always takes the key with him," Indy countered. A loud foghorn announced the presence of the docks, letting them know their time was limited. Outside, the sun was beginning to set. It would only be about a half an hour until Picarde and his crew would disembark.
"Can't you just hit him, or something?"
"He's never close enough. Don't you think I'd've tried if I could?"
Anna's eyes lit up with an idea. "I've got it. I'll take the guard"
Indy didn't have time to argue. Just then, their captor stood and yawned, ready for his shift to end.
"Hey!"
Indy shot her a glance, "What are you doing?"
"Trust me," she said through smiling, clenched teeth. She turned her attention back to the guard. "Wanna see a trick?" she fumbled through the body of her full, dirty skirt and pulled out a small, wooden toy marked Duncan Imperial. She slipped the end of the string on her middle finger and dropped it to the floor, where it reached the end of the string, and promptly zipped back up. The guard approached; his attention captured. "Have you ever been to Paris?" Anna asked, all the while repeatedly throwing the toy down, sometimes letting it spin on the end of the string for a few moments before bringing it up. The guard nodded. She grinned. "Well, then I'm sure you've seen the beautiful sight of this," she made a few quick motions with her hands, manipulating the string between them while the yoyo continued to spin. When she finished, she held a crude two-dimensional image of the Eiffel Tower. She dropped the loops of string, and the toy obediently returned to her hand. "How about the circus? Ever been to one of those?" Again, the guard nodded. This time Anna threw the yoyo to her side, where it spun on the end of the string while performing a wide arc from her hand, down to her ankles, then to her other side. She intercepted the string with her index finger, and the yoyo swung around and landed back on the string. "Man on the flying trapeze." She said simply, and bounced the string causing the toy to, once again, come back to her hand.
"We don't have time for games," Indy hissed, barely loud enough for Anna to hear. She didn't hear him. Either that, or she was just ignoring him.
"Being a traveler, I know you've done this." Anna stepped back, and judged the dimensions of the cell before throwing the toy forward, causing it to go full circle beside her before she silently called it back. "Around the World." The guard stood, very amused, and Indy rolled his eyes. "You might want to step closer for this next one, it's really fast, and you probably wouldn't see it from where you're at. The guard moved forward to about a foot from the widely spaced bars. Anna prepared herself for her next trick. "I like to call this one Knockout!" She hurled it forward with full force, hitting the man on the bridge of the nose, and he staggered back, startled and in pain. He tripped over the chair at the desk, and fell to the floor, banging his head on the corner of the desk as he knocked it over. He rolled to the side, now unconscious. Indy's hat, coat and gun lay at the man's feet while his whip was caught on the corner of the desk.
Indy stared at his daughter, a bemused expression in his face. "Nice." Anna grinned, obviously feeling pretty pleased with herself. "Now how do we get the keys?" They both looked around. The man was too far out of reach, and there was no way of moving him closer. Unless...Indy moved to get a better look at where his whip was situated. It was loosely draped over one corner of the overturned desk in a reasonably neat coil. There was just enough room for something the size of his fist to slip through the space between the whip and desk surface. He grinned. "Do you think you could get that toy of yours to go through there?" Anna raised an eyebrow, and nodded. "Do it."
She flung the yoyo at the whip, where it wound around one section of coil several times and stopped. With a quick motion, she jerked the whip off of the corner, where it landed just within reach. Indy grabbed it, and worked to remove the yoyo string. He was about to break it loose when Anna snatched it from him. "Don't you dare break that! I can still use it." She quickly untangled the string and handed the whip back to Indy, then carefully wound up the yoyo. Indy sighed; he would never understand kids and their toys. He uncoiled his whip, and cracked it outside the bars. It wrapped itself around the man's foot, and Indy pulled him closer. When the man was close enough, he unbuckled the keys, and unlocked the door.
They ran to the upper decks, stopping once long enough for Indy to grab his things. They leapt to the top step, Indy in front, cracking his whip before him like he'd done so many years before. The two dodged crew members left and right, and dove into a lifeboat, releasing the pulley system as they went. The tiny vessel dropped at a dizzying speed, and landed with a splash in the dark waters below. It was almost nightfall now, and they disappeared in the shadows of the docks. Within minutes, they had tied the boat and were in a cab to the airport.
The airport was bustling with activity; people entering and exiting the gates, in line for tickets, and surrounding the luggage carousel. Planes were taxiing on the runway, ready to unload their passengers or about to take flight. Indy and Anna stood waiting in line for the next available flight out of…wherever they were. The only English speaking teller addressed them, "Next."
"Could we please get two one way tickets back to the United States?" Anna asked her.
"We're not going back to the States," Indy said, determination on his face and in his voice. "At least, not yet." Anna looked questioningly at him, hoping for an 'I need to use the restroom first' or some other ridiculous excuse; which she never got. "We're going to Cuzco."
"Why—W-What are you talking about?" Anna stammered.
"They can't get their hands on that idol. If I'm not there to get it for them, they'll still go after it. They were only hoping to make their part easier. The idol isn't safe until there is no way they can get it."
"Ugh, fine, I'll come along, but only to make sure you don't hurt yourself. Two tickets to Cuzco, Peru."
Indy dug into his pockets for money, and found none. Picarde and his crew did a thorough job of searching him. He looked around the large waiting area, and caught sight of a door reading EMPLOYEES ONLY. "C'mon, let's go." He pulled Anna by the elbow through the crowd, then through the door.
"Good day, I'm here to bring the captain his dinner before he takes off tonight." Anna smiled innocently to the young security guard at the gate. "He doesn't like to fly on an empty stomach." The man of about twenty five years eyed her suspiciously. She was dressed in the traditional uniform, and pushed a large cart, complete with covered platter and tablecloth.
Indy reached out from his place on the bottom of the cart and flicked Anna's ankle with the back of his hand. Can this possibly go any slower?
Anna realized he was a bit cramped and uncomfortable, but her feminine charm didn't work instantaneously. She leaned over the cart slightly, and batted her eyes at the officer. "It's getting cold," She stepped to the side of the cart, and cocked one hip. "He doesn't like it cold."
The man smirked, and stepped closer. "I'll let you through, on one condition." Anna felt dirty just looking at him. She hid her disgust well.
"What would that be?"
"Meet me at Pablo's restaurant after your captain is done with his meal." He was close enough for Anna to smell him. She didn't like that one bit.
"Of course. Eight o'clock sound alright?"
"Just perfect." The young man was daring enough to lean in for a kiss, but Anna evaded it to where he planted one on her cheek rather than her lips. He stepped back to his post, and Anna gave him a winning smile as she passed.
She tried, with great difficulty, to push the serving cart, and was relieved when two hands appeared from beneath the tablecloth to help her along. Together, they rounded a corner to a service hallway where nobody was around. Indy rolled out from under the cart and groaned. She glared at him.
"You owe me big." She spat every word like a curse onto Indy, and roughly wiped her face where the guard had made contact.
Indy had no problems getting onto the plane, considering he was escorted by a 'flight attendant' and found a seat near the back. He handed Anna her clothes as soon as he sat down. "Oh, miss? Would you kindly get me something to drink? Or perhaps a bag of peanuts?" He joked. He couldn't resist.
"Ha, ha. Very funny." She snatched her things, and hurried to the rest room, where she changed back into the skirt and blouse she had been wearing before. She returned to her seat, and the plane steered away from the loading area.
Indy watched the ground carefully, knowing that they could still be in danger. If Belloq did indeed talk about Indy, Picarde would know that Indy wouldn't run away. He would follow as soon as the boat docked. He shifted his gaze to Anna sitting next to him; intently reading a small pamphlet on Cuzco. What was he doing dragging her with him? He was reminded of her paper; of what she wrote of Marion's childhood and how Abner dragged her wherever he went. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. But he could use her help; after all, he wasn't as young as he once was. "Anna?"
"Hmmm? She looked up from her pamphlet.
"Partners?" He asked. "There is no way we can get through this on our own. And if you agree, I promise it will be worth your time."
"Yeah, of course, no problem." She consented, and resumed her reading. She was smart enough to know when she needed help. That was something she had taught her mother, instead of the other way around. She resumed her reading. She might as well store up as much information as her brain would hold on Cuzco; they were going to need it.