Jake under the cover name Vladimir Chang walked into the cell. Shannon McGuire glanced up at him, recognition in her eyes. They turned to ice. She took a breath.
Jake lunged and covered her mouth before she could scream.
Shannon stiffened, frightened, the ice in her eyes melting to a pleading rain.
"I won't hurt you – if you cooperate," Jake said.
Shannon bit his hand. "No!"
Jake slapped at her, knowing he'd miss. She ducked, frightened.
"He beat you – your father, didn't he?" Jake asked, trying his Russian accent on his English words. "I won't have to hurt you - if you'll tell me everything." He leaned down and whispered softly in Shannon's ear. "I know you know that I'm not Vladimir Chang. But I also know that you're not Emily Jones. So we'll both keep our covers intact, and we'll both get out of here alive. Got it?"
Shannon nodded.
Jake stood back from her and slammed his hand. "WHERE'S THE SCROLL?"
"I told you! I don't know!" Shannon cried.
Jake hit his hand again. "I will break you yet Emily Jones!" He walked out and slammed the door behind him. Shannon was left in the cell, shaking.
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanfictionIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...
