Hello everyone! I know it's been a while but, I finally started working on this fanfic again. Please enjoy reading it, as I did writing this chapter!
Bedford was a small town. So it was fair to say the airport was on the smaller side as well. And Syrena didn't live that far away either, so it was easy for the taxi driver to get there.
Once at the airport, she stepped out of the cab, and paid the driver with the little cash she had for the trip. It was about five o'clock am when she had checked in, and sat; waiting in the lounge. It wasn't until some several minutes later she entered the Gate. There was no going back.
As she was entered the plane, Syrena searched for Professor Jones, but he was nowhere in sight. Moments later, she found him. Hidden behind a fedora and, black suit. He was sitting next to the window seat. His head seemed to be in the clouds. As Syrena began to casually sit next to him, he didn't seem to notice her at first until, she cleared her throat. He immediately whipped his head around.
"What?! What are you- I thought I told you not to come."
"Correction. You told me when I was at your house, I had to go home. You never said anything about coming with you on the trip."
Jones gave her a look of defeat, followed by a deep sigh, as the Stewardess came around to make the flight announcement.
"Attention flyers. We will be departing in 5 minutes. Everyone must be seated and buckled. Thank you." As she headed towards the, jump seat room, Professor Jones chuckled in annoyance, and then asked, "Excuse me but, this girl cannot be on this flight. Is it possible that she exist the plane?"
Irritated, the Stewardess replied. "I am sorry Sir but, we will be departing very shortly. Everyone MUST be seated." As she walked back in the direction she was headed in, Professor Jones turned to Syrena and said, "Have you any idea what you've gotten yourself and I into?"
Unsure of, quite how to answer, she replied, "I- I think so. I'm going to enjoy myself away from home on a retrieval to rescue the Ark."
Professor Jones shook his head and heavily sighed. "Now, you listen to me. When I say duck; you duck. When I say run, you do so. When I say, be safe, you try to keep yourself safe and out of harms' way. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." Syrena answered; glancing down at her shoes.
Jones continued, "I can't- I can't even… Does your mother even know you are here?"
She looked at him with a blank expression. He replied, "Never mind. Don't answer. It was a dumb question, anyway." He then muttered, "Yeah right. It's doubtful she would have told her mom."
Just then the Stewardess popped out of the jump seat room to face the passengers. "Attention flyers. We will now be departing to our destination. Enjoy your flight!"
As the plane's engine began to roar, Syrena turned to Professor Jones and stated, "You know? I haven't been on a plane since…well, we moved when I was fifteen." When Professor Jones didn't answer, Syrena got a little uncomfortable and asked, "Professor Jones? "
He turned to face her and said, "Please. Call me Indiana or Indy. But, just for the trip."
"Why? Is it your 'stage' name or something?"
"Some may call it that." Said by, Indy. "Some may also call me, Dr. Jones. Whatever you prefer."
By this point, the plane was already soaring thru the air and headed in the direction for, Nepal.
Indiana turned his head to face Syrena. He asked; "What made your family want to move here to the States?"
She then looked at her Professor in awe. She didn't think he would even care to ask; given that he was, beyond frustrated with her for tagging along with, him. "Well," She began, "when I was fifteen, my Papa heard about how wealthy Americans were. In the 1920's, people were better off than they are now. So Papa, being the risk taker that he was wanted to move to America to experience those, new and exciting things. He wanted to experience the goodness and excitement that the, American people had. It was 1930 when we made that decision to move."
"So, you and your family moved here to have the same opportunities as Americans?" Indiana asked.
"Yes. Papa says we are like, 'baby-bird-feathers'. We'll go where ever the wind takes us."
"Kind of like, what you did with me right? And your folks? I mean, how you manipulated us, just so you could, be on this plane?"
"Well…I wouldn't really call it, me being manipulative. I'd call it more of being a…creative person."
"You know," Chuckled Indy in, disbelief. "You are something else, Ms. Lamont."
For the first two hours of the flight, Indiana told Syrena, what she should and shouldn't do during the trip. He also informed her of some useful strategies on how to stay alert from, 'suspects'.
"Do you…uh…well…um," Stammered Indy, unsure how to form this wild question, in his head.
"Pardon?" Syrena curiously questioned.
"Well…it's just…You're a young woman. You wouldn't by any chance know how to use a, pistol would you?"
This time, Syrena was the one, stammering. But in her head. She too, was, unsure how to word this one. "No, but Papa and I used to go hunting in the woods behind our neighbor's property. I was twelve then, and my brother was just baby. Papa loved the thrill and because he didn't have another son; that was why he would take me. We had some of lively times."
"Impressive. But, you do know that hunting animals with your dad is far more different from the 'hunting' we'll be doing. If you make just one mistake and shoot the wrong guy, you could create chaos amongst others. Besides, killing people changes you. Trust me kid, I know."
Syrena's jaw was left hitting the floor. She didn't expect him to be so, blunt with her. "I am a pretty tough person. I think I can handle myself, Indiana Jones."
"Syrena, you wouldn't last two hours in a desert. That's why I am mentoring you on this topic, because if I don't then you'll have no knowledge, whatsoever, on what to do."
"Then why did you ask me if I knew how to use a pistol?"
Indy sighed. He felt as though he was lecturing, Willie Scott, a famous singer who, 'tagged' along on his last adventure that previous year. Willie and Syrena had that similar, 'girly' attitude towards things Indy would say or suggest. "Because," He began, "I'm probably going to give you some sort of weapon to fight back with. That doesn't mean you'll actually be fighting by my side. The only reason why I'm giving you a gun is because if something were to happen to you, or me, I want you to be able to defend for yourself."
~Some Hours Later~
Over the next several hours, the flight became uneventful for, Syrena Lamont. 'Diagnosis: Boredom'. So she decided to catch up on her favorite book by Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, while Jones was fast asleep with his fedora covering his, eyelids.
Two more hours passed, and soon enough the Stewardess came out to face everyone. "Attention flyers," She clapped with, enthusiastic, "Thank you for being patient. We will be landing in Nepal in about an hour."
Indiana fluttered his eyes open; Syrena informed him, "she says we'll be landing in an hour." She then leaned in a little closer to whisper in his ear. "Why did she say we are going to Nepal? Is that a mistake? I thought we were going to Cairo Egypt?"
Indy sighed heavily. "We are going to Cairo. But first I need to retrieve a medallion from, an old friend."
"Who is he?" Syrena asked intrigued. "Is he an archeologist too?"
"Her name," Indy began, "is, Marion. Marion Ravenwood."
Hello again! Thank you guys for being patient with me, for finally getting chapter five up. There is still more to come! (I have a lot of ideas)