"Ren hold up!" Indy almost shouted grabbing onto their arm as they got off
the train. Ren ignored him for the moment and continued to walk towards the
depot.
"What about the luggage?" He asked exasperated stopping and adjusting his fedora.
"You're a man, I think you can manage." She replied walking briskly through the crowed of strangers that were headed towards the now loading train.
Indy shook his head in bewilderment and headed over to the baggage car. Ren always could make him do something for her. 'Damn woman,' He thought with a grin as he found her small bag and slung it over his shoulder.
It had been almost a week since they got off the boat and had been tracking her father through the depot and hotel mangers, who it seemed, knew her father quite well.
"I'll take that," A quiet familiar voice said and he felt the bag being pulled off his shoulder. "I got it Ren," He assured adjusting it on his shoulder and picking up his own larger bag.
"No, I need it," She told him pulling him away from the train car and over to the station platform. Indy looked at her confused as she unsnapped the straps and begin to dig through it.
"And exactly what are you looking for?" He asked peering into the over stuffed bag as she pulled out a large rolled up shirt and stuffed the bag between her legs as she unrolled the shirt.
"My dad's journal," She said grabbing the black leather book and stuffing it back in the bag. "Is that the bag I gave you?" He asked curiously holding it as she began to flip through the pages. "Mmm hmm." Ren told him nodding her head.
"Don't make enough money to buy a new one?" He asked teasingly, knowing that Ren had more money than he could ever make even if lived to be a hundred.
"Here," Ren said ignoring his comment and moving over next to him and pointing at a small crudely drawn map on the page. "This is where we have to get,"
Indy looked at her and shook hi head. "And how do you propose we do that? You cant trust a single person around here,"
"Please, Indy," Ren said with a sigh and handing him the book. "Watch and learn," And with that she headed off back to the depot. "Urg! Ren hold up!" Indy demanded quickly shoving her book back in the bag and following.
"You really need to learn organization," He told her as he stepped up beside her and handing her the bag. "You have room to talk," She said with a laugh beginning to move through the mob of people trying to get their tickets.
"Where are we going?" He asked as she led him out the other end and over to a small bar across the dusty street. "To see an old friend," She said and Indy noticed that she was popping her knuckles, something she only did when she was extremely nervous.
"And who is this old friend?" He asked tightening his grip on the baggage as they entered he dark and sweaty bar. Ren stopped and scanned the room for a moment before heading over to a small table at the back. "Ren!" Indy said annoyed at how she was ignoring him.
It wasn't really that she was annoying him though, the men in the bar were watching her with a lustful stare and he didn't want to cause any trouble this time.
Ren nervously stepped up to the table and set the journal on the wooden surface in front of a man in a light suite. The man slowly tipped his hat up and looked at her momentarily. "Ren Grant," Indy heard him say and he quickly hurried to catch up to Ren as the man grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and slammed her against the wall.
"I should kill you," Indy heard the man seethe and Ren nodded in agreement with him. "But you're not," She told him with a sly grin. Indy had his hand on the holster of his gun and was about to pull it out when the man let go of her and motioned for her to sit.
Indy was completely puzzled at the sudden turn of events and slowly let go of his gun as he came up right behind Ren. "You expect me to believe you?" Indy heard the man ask in disbelief.
Ren shrugged and threw him the journal than turned her head and smiled at Indy. "What's going on?" Indy asked watching intently as the man flipped through the pages.
"I'll explain later," She said with a hint of laughter.
"Whose the friend?" The man asked looking up at her to see Indy leaning over her. "Indiana Jones, I'm sure you've heard of him," She said motioning for Indy to set the bags down and join her.
Indy slowly set down the bags and took the chair next to her as the man nodded and grinned.
"What about the luggage?" He asked exasperated stopping and adjusting his fedora.
"You're a man, I think you can manage." She replied walking briskly through the crowed of strangers that were headed towards the now loading train.
Indy shook his head in bewilderment and headed over to the baggage car. Ren always could make him do something for her. 'Damn woman,' He thought with a grin as he found her small bag and slung it over his shoulder.
It had been almost a week since they got off the boat and had been tracking her father through the depot and hotel mangers, who it seemed, knew her father quite well.
"I'll take that," A quiet familiar voice said and he felt the bag being pulled off his shoulder. "I got it Ren," He assured adjusting it on his shoulder and picking up his own larger bag.
"No, I need it," She told him pulling him away from the train car and over to the station platform. Indy looked at her confused as she unsnapped the straps and begin to dig through it.
"And exactly what are you looking for?" He asked peering into the over stuffed bag as she pulled out a large rolled up shirt and stuffed the bag between her legs as she unrolled the shirt.
"My dad's journal," She said grabbing the black leather book and stuffing it back in the bag. "Is that the bag I gave you?" He asked curiously holding it as she began to flip through the pages. "Mmm hmm." Ren told him nodding her head.
"Don't make enough money to buy a new one?" He asked teasingly, knowing that Ren had more money than he could ever make even if lived to be a hundred.
"Here," Ren said ignoring his comment and moving over next to him and pointing at a small crudely drawn map on the page. "This is where we have to get,"
Indy looked at her and shook hi head. "And how do you propose we do that? You cant trust a single person around here,"
"Please, Indy," Ren said with a sigh and handing him the book. "Watch and learn," And with that she headed off back to the depot. "Urg! Ren hold up!" Indy demanded quickly shoving her book back in the bag and following.
"You really need to learn organization," He told her as he stepped up beside her and handing her the bag. "You have room to talk," She said with a laugh beginning to move through the mob of people trying to get their tickets.
"Where are we going?" He asked as she led him out the other end and over to a small bar across the dusty street. "To see an old friend," She said and Indy noticed that she was popping her knuckles, something she only did when she was extremely nervous.
"And who is this old friend?" He asked tightening his grip on the baggage as they entered he dark and sweaty bar. Ren stopped and scanned the room for a moment before heading over to a small table at the back. "Ren!" Indy said annoyed at how she was ignoring him.
It wasn't really that she was annoying him though, the men in the bar were watching her with a lustful stare and he didn't want to cause any trouble this time.
Ren nervously stepped up to the table and set the journal on the wooden surface in front of a man in a light suite. The man slowly tipped his hat up and looked at her momentarily. "Ren Grant," Indy heard him say and he quickly hurried to catch up to Ren as the man grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and slammed her against the wall.
"I should kill you," Indy heard the man seethe and Ren nodded in agreement with him. "But you're not," She told him with a sly grin. Indy had his hand on the holster of his gun and was about to pull it out when the man let go of her and motioned for her to sit.
Indy was completely puzzled at the sudden turn of events and slowly let go of his gun as he came up right behind Ren. "You expect me to believe you?" Indy heard the man ask in disbelief.
Ren shrugged and threw him the journal than turned her head and smiled at Indy. "What's going on?" Indy asked watching intently as the man flipped through the pages.
"I'll explain later," She said with a hint of laughter.
"Whose the friend?" The man asked looking up at her to see Indy leaning over her. "Indiana Jones, I'm sure you've heard of him," She said motioning for Indy to set the bags down and join her.
Indy slowly set down the bags and took the chair next to her as the man nodded and grinned.