Part 6 of Indiana Jones and the Ring of Ra...
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After a good night's sleep, Indy was ready to head out to Giza. Clearly the only way to resolve this mystery was to have a word with Professor Langford. Perhaps Langford would be able to stall the Germans once he'd told Indy what he knew, and Indy could beat them to it. It might work. There had been worse plans in the history of the world. But there had certainly been better ones.

He splashed his face with water from a jug. Catherine stirred. Lying there on his bed, her hair framed her face to perfection. She was beautiful, if a little headstrong. She was also a kid. What was he going to do with her?

She opened her eyes, confusion showing for a moment while she remembered where she was.

"Good morning," said Indy.

"Hi," she said, sitting up.

She pulled her hair back, out of the way of her face, and slid her legs off of the bed. Her bare feet just about touched the floor.

"Have you thought of a plan?" she asked.

"I'm going to go to Giza and see if I can find your father," said Indy.

"Okay," she said. "Can you give me a few minutes to get ready?"

Indy gathered up the photographs and stuffed them into his knapsack.

"I said I'M going. You're staying right here," he said.

Catherine looked indignant.

"I'm coming with you!" she said. "You don't even know what my father looks like!"

"You're little more than a kid," he said. "I don't want to have to worry about keeping you safe."

"I'm nearly twenty years old," answered Catherine. "I can take care of myself."

"Hey, I'm an old man and I can barely cope in the situations I end up in. You shouldn't go looking for trouble."

"I already DID go looking for trouble. And I found it. I have to find my father," she argued. "You can't leave me alone!"

"Well, I suppose you DID manage to get yourself put under armed guard last time you did anything by yourself," said Indy. "But you have to promise me you'll stay out of the way."

"I'll try to blend in with the sand," she said, sarcastically.

"You do that," replied Indy.

He sighed. Women always meant trouble.

posted by Fiery Fred @ 9:35 PM