Chapter 8: Comrade? Come Again.
"Now go," Sophie said lightly as she hopped up in down in giddy, girlish excitement. She nearly shoved Georgie into the restaurant. She turned to glare at the girl, but how could you be angry at a face with that much excitement.
She was escorted to a small table in the back of the room, placed in a darker corner and lit by two candles. Deidrick was already there. He was in a nice tuxedo ensemble with his blonde hair combed back and gelled into place. A nervous habit was causing him to tap his fingers against the table in anticipation. It would make someone think he was on death row instead of on a date. He sprung into action, pulling out her chair for her and then seating himself again quickly, frantically.
"You seem nervous, Mr. Bertram," Georgie said with a no funny business attitude. "Daddy don't know you're here?"
"Exactly-and it's Mr. Memminger or Deidrick. I am not to be associated with that dirt bag who I was placed with.-," Deidrick said. "He thinks I'm out looking for you and Dr. Jones."
"Well, you found me now tell me what I want to know," she said ready to get what she needed and get going.
"Now, now, Miss Ravenwood, let us not get to hasty," Deidrick said, leaning back in his chair and taking up the menu. "I will tell you what you need to know and get you there if you just play along with my plans."
"I don't think Dr. Jones will go along with your plans," Georgie shot back. "Nor I. For all I know you could be leading me strait into a trap."
"We are both going to the same place at the same time for the same reason," he spoke English very well. He must have also had intensive English study. "Why does it matter how you get there?"
"Because I'd rather get there walking on my own to feet instead of being bound and dragged," she said. Her voice was getting louder and a few other people looked up from their meals. She lowered her voice and glanced at her menu. "What do you want? Quickly, the waiter is coming."
He told her and she gave quick instructions to the waiter. Her tone was clear and the words didn't need to be spoken. They wanted to be left alone. Thankfully, the waiter got the message quickly and hurried off.
"Now, you need to know the truth about the diamonds," Deidrick began. "First off, everything they've taught you is wrong. There was a vital missing page that the Russians have and you don't. The diamonds do not give power to bring back the dead. Some of the missing hieroglyphs said they were to bring back the knowledge of the dead. That is how Hatshepsut ruled her kingdom. Her jewels are believed to have channeled the past pharaohs as advisors. A séance if you want to call it that. That was how she became such a powerful woman ruler. Cleopatra was said to have had the same diamonds during her rule. After that they became untraceable until Dr. Evan Masters found the first of them back in early 1900s. He unfortunately died and the secrets died with him until recently the journal of his that you get your diamond story from was found by Soviet archeologists. That is who we are working for today. Dr. Irina Spalko is heading this up back in the Soviet Union. She will be flying here in a few days. We have been calling ourselves Nazis to throw off her scent and chasing this crazy resurrection of Hitler dream is what Bertram has told those old ex-party members. He, Spalko, you, and I are the only ones that know the real story and what she plans to do with the diamonds. She wants and craves knowledge and she will stop at nothing to get it."
Georgie had to stare at him a moment to digest all that he had given her. It was nearly to much to comprehend in such a short time. Her mind had hundreds of questions but only one found it's way out of her stunned mouth, "Then, why are we here in France?"
"My dear, this is just a meeting place before Egypt. Here we gather all the people we need to put Spalko in power. She is master mind behind this plan," Deidrick said leaning back again. "Now, as for my plan. I was going to have you and Dr. Jones be captured. It saves you money and us time. We have to be in the temple of Hatshepsut on the longest day of the year. So, that means we all have to stay in the same place at the same time. According to Spalko, the head piece must be placed on her head when the sun is at the highest peak. So, that means to stop this idiotic plan you and Dr. Jones and I will have to take out an entire company of Soviets and Spalko before that head piece is on. Do you understand now?"
"I understand," Georgie said, "but how in the hell do you plan to capture Indiana Jones?"
"Simple," Deidrick smiled a dazzling smile now. "You're going to lead him right into our little trap. I will be by tomorrow with the place and the time. You cannot be late for your grand entrance. You may also tell Dr. Jones this plan. Better than having him react…naturally."
"Definitely," Georgie agreed. She took up her water glass now and sipped it, staring at him staring at her. "What are you looking at?"
"You," he replied smoothly. "It is not often that I get to look upon such a fair beauty. I would like to appreciate the fine work of art that you are."
"Is that some kind of German line?" she asked. He grew confused at her question. "You know, pick-up line? To get girls?"
"I find myself not understanding your meaning, Miss Ravenwood," he said. "I must have obviously said something inappropriate because you are blushing."
Georgie hadn't noticed her cheeks burning red. They were now a deep crimson and she felt her ears turning red as well. She tried to think about Nathan, but all her thoughts were washed away under his powerful, mesmerizing gaze.
"Please, Deidrick, it's Georgia," she said, smiling softly as she took another sip from her water. He smiled also, bringing his glass to his lips slowly and without taking his eyes off of her.
"So, you have a lovely time?" he asked on their way out of the restaurant.
"Better than I thought it would be," she said. "I didn't expect you to be so nice and so well mannered."
"And I didn't expect you to be so tame and confident," he said, placing her arm through his as they started back towards Giselle's home. "You are full of surprises. If we weren't in the circumstances we are in I would ask to see you again at a place where you won't be getting held down at gun point and I won't have to pretend to detest your very existence."
"I would like those circumstances as well," she replied, giggling. "But where's the excitement in that?"
"I believe you're right," he said. He stopped and turned to look at her. They were in front of the house. "I would very much like to see you again when this is all over. Could I write or visit? Where will you be living?"
"I'm not sure," Georgie said, looking down at her feet. "You?"
"I'm not sure either," he replied. "But, I will find you. It will not be hard. You are a brilliant girl meant to do brilliant things. You will be easy to track down."
"If it is any help, I will probably be attending Marshall College," she replied.
"That is of great help," he said. He bent down, kissing her lips slightly, but then taking her face in his hands and kissing her more passionately. He pulled away moments before she was ready to stop, kissing her forehead and saying, "Goodnight, Miss Ravenwood."
"Goodnight…" she whispered, but he was already walking away at a quick pace. She was nearly floating on air as she made her way inside and leaned against the door to think. Reality was hitting her fast. She had just kissed a double agent between the Soviets and herself, but she had loose strings she had to tie up with Nathan. She slid down the door to wear she was sitting on her feet and holding her head in her hands. What do I do now? What would mom do? Why did you have to go now…of all times?
"Georgie!" Sophie was whispering from the living room. She was motioning for Georgie to come with her. Georgie reluctantly stood and followed. Sophie was practically prancing to her room.
"My mama has your father busy for the moment," Sophie said, plopping down on the bed and pulling Georgie with her. "Tell me everything!"
Georgie recounted the night, going over every detail. Sophie gave out squeals of delight at some parts and nearly screamed when Georgie arrived at the kiss. Georgie had to shush her so she didn't draw attention.
"I knew you and he would be the perfect match," she said, smiling and clapping her hands. "Sophie always knows. I have a certain talent at the art of matchmaking. It is like witchcraft really. I'm amazing at it."
"Any place I can change and brush my teeth?" Georgie asked, picking up her toiletries bag off the dresser. Sophie stepped over and pulled open a drawer, taking out Georgie's green and yellow polka dot pajama shorts and button up top combination and pointing to a door down the hall.
"Thanks," Georgie stayed calm until the bathroom before rushing in and closing the door. She desperately wanted to cry. When she had the door bolted shut she sank down to the floor. She was so confused and unsure of what her future was. She really needed her mother for advice. Deidrick. Nathan. Deidrick. Nathan. They were both excellent men, but how could she possibly choose between them.
"George? You alright in there?" She quickly sat up and wiped her tears away at the sound of Indy's voice.
"Oh spare me the concerned parent act, Dr. Jones," she snapped. There was no way she was going to warm up to him he figured. "Don't you have a woman to shag?"
"Hey! You shouldn't talk to me like that. I'm your father and your elder."
"You're not my father…you would have never wanted to be either."
"Not true. If I would have known…"
"Yeah, sure."
"Fine, think what you want to think. The point is, you're stuck with me till you turn eighteen and there's nothing that either of us could do about it. So, we're gonna have to learn to live together; even if we have to pretend we like each other. It's what your mother wanted and dammit that's what she's gonna get. Got it, kid?"
"Yessir," she mumbled. She opened the door then, changed and ready for bed.
"Good. Goodnight," he said.
"Goodnight," she replied, moving past him.
"Sweet dreams, kiddo."
"Back atcha, dadio."
"See, isn't things much nicer when we keep our anger inside and pretend that we're a happy family."
"Your sarcasm is not appreciated, Dr. Jones," she called back over her shoulder before disappearing behind the door to Sophie's room.
"See, Marion, one big happy family."