Indiana Jones and the Quest for the Tomb (Chapter 2)

Posted by Ben, friend of Indy from integrityonline30.com on July 30, 1999 at 11:32:26:

Indy stared down at the pitch black pit. A slim black-haired (with a few dust colored hints) tool-hander handed Indy the rope. Indy nodded in appreciation.
"Sallah, come'ere." Indy said as he waved his hand back and forth quickly from him to Sallah. Sallah ran slowly to Indy. "Wait here." Indy walked a moment to a tent, then emerged with a medium sized rod. He laid it sideways on top of the pit that was just barely big enough for Indy to slide down. Indy tied the rope to the wooden rod. The sun was barely visible now. A few tool-handers had lit some torches. >"Give me a torch."< Indy calmly and quietly yelled. A tool-hander gave a torch to Indy. The rod was at the edge of the outside of the tunnel. Indy held the empty end of the rope with his right hand, and the torch with his left.
>"When I start to climb down, put the rod on top of the tunnel and hold it there until I tell you."< Indy ordered two diggers. They nodded.
}Here goes nothin'.{ Indy thought. He grabbed the end of the rope and tumbled in slightly. The diggers OOOOO'd and hoped that Indy woudn't fall to his death. The two diggers put the rod quickly down.

Indy grimaced with his eyes shut. He slowly opened one eye to reveal that he was alive. He opened the other to find that he had dropped his torch when he started falling. Fortunately, many had died before Indy through just the long tunnel, and the torch land on the crumbled remains. Indy started to crawl down the rope again. The torch at the floor provided enough light for Indy safely to crawl down the rope.

Above the pit, three diggers ran from the tunnel where the other twelve diggers, including Sallah, were watching. They went behind the twelve three by three, knocking diggers out. But on the first three unconcious diggers, the other ten looked back and started to run toward them. One with a chin-thin beard running from his head drew a gun and shot one digger. They instantly went back. The two who were holding the pole immediately came back to it.

Indy was almost there. He wished he had put on his jacket. It was getting really chilly. He finally decided he was close enough to the bottom to jump down. He did so. He picked up the torch and looked up.
>"Alright! You can take it down!"<

The one with a gun shook his head. The two diggers with the pole took it down, then put it back up so that they would keep their lives. The man with the gun gave it to one of his partners and started climbing down. Then got the gun back.

Indy got on his back and started scooting forward a bit. Then he slowly grabbed the red, dusty cavern walls surrounding a low hanging row of spears. He turned to the sides and observed. Nothing. He thought it was safe and just ducked a bit and started to walk across. But there was a beach white row of circles. Indy stepped on it. FWING! The spears started to drop. But in what appeared to be a light speed move, Indy rolled across quickly. The cirles were up, but when Indy had stepped on them, they had fallen into a deeper part of the cavern. This made holes for the spears and the spears had fallen to a standing position. The cavern now was wider and larger. Indy walked into a room. It was a circle shaped room. It's walls were gold, but dirt covered. In holes around the room were several rubies and emeralds and diamonds, but Indy's main treasure was at the center of the room. There was a huge pedestal so tall that there was a staircase to reach it. Indy saw a case, cylinder shaped at the top, right-side-up, so dark a green and gold that he couldn't tell what was in it. He didn't care though, he just started toward the stair case.

The man had made his way down the rope, gotten through the spear trap, all thanks to Indy, and now, he took off his sandles to make sure Indy did not hear him. And now, HE was going to take the prize, not Indy. He slowly walked toward Indy, gun out, with it's butt out. Closer, closer, closer. Now! He smashed Indy in the head with gun.
To be continued...
*Another AN. In Chapter One I indicated the correction for the prologue as The year 1922. It should have been 1926. Sorry again.*

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: Indy stared down at the pitch black pit. A slim black-haired (with a few dust colored hints) tool-hander handed Indy the rope. Indy nodded in appreciation. 
: "Sallah, come'ere." Indy said as he waved his hand back and forth quickly from him to Sallah. Sallah ran slowly to Indy. "Wait here." Indy walked a moment to a tent, then emerged with a medium sized rod. He laid it sideways on top of the pit that was just barely big enough for Indy to slide down. Indy tied the rope to the wooden rod. The sun was barely visible now. A few tool-handers had lit some torches. >"Give me a torch."< Indy calmly and quietly yelled. A tool-hander gave a torch to Indy. The rod was at the edge of the outside of the tunnel. Indy held the empty end of the rope with his right hand, and the torch with his left. 
: >"When I start to climb down, put the rod on top of the tunnel and hold it there until I tell you."< Indy ordered two diggers. They nodded. 
: }Here goes nothin'.{ Indy thought. He grabbed the end of the rope and tumbled in slightly. The diggers OOOOO'd and hoped that Indy woudn't fall to his death. The two diggers put the rod quickly down.

: Indy grimaced with his eyes shut. He slowly opened one eye to reveal that he was alive. He opened the other to find that he had dropped his torch when he started falling. Fortunately, many had died before Indy through just the long tunnel, and the torch land on the crumbled remains. Indy started to crawl down the rope again. The torch at the floor provided enough light for Indy safely to crawl down the rope.

: Above the pit, three diggers ran from the tunnel where the other twelve diggers, including Sallah, were watching. They went behind the twelve three by three, knocking diggers out. But on the first three unconcious diggers, the other ten looked back and started to run toward them. One with a chin-thin beard running from his head drew a gun and shot one digger. They instantly went back. The two who were holding the pole immediately came back to it.

: Indy was almost there. He wished he had put on his jacket. It was getting really chilly. He finally decided he was close enough to the bottom to jump down. He did so. He picked up the torch and looked up.
: >"Alright! You can take it down!"<

: The one with a gun shook his head. The two diggers with the pole took it down, then put it back up so that they would keep their lives. The man with the gun gave it to one of his partners and started climbing down. Then got the gun back.

: Indy got on his back and started scooting forward a bit. Then he slowly grabbed the red, dusty cavern walls surrounding a low hanging row of spears. He turned to the sides and observed. Nothing. He thought it was safe and just ducked a bit and started to walk across. But there was a beach white row of circles. Indy stepped on it. FWING! The spears started to drop. But in what appeared to be a light speed move, Indy rolled across quickly. The cirles were up, but when Indy had stepped on them, they had fallen into a deeper part of the cavern. This made holes for the spears and the spears had fallen to a standing position. The cavern now was wider and larger. Indy walked into a room. It was a circle shaped room. It's walls were gold, but dirt covered. In holes around the room were several rubies and emeralds and diamonds, but Indy's main treasure was at the center of the room. There was a huge pedestal so tall that there was a staircase to reach it. Indy saw a case, cylinder shaped at the top, right-side-up, so dark a green and gold that he couldn't tell what was in it. He didn't care though, he just started toward the stair case.

: The man had made his way down the rope, gotten through the spear trap, all thanks to Indy, and now, he took off his sandles to make sure Indy did not hear him. And now, HE was going to take the prize, not Indy. He slowly walked toward Indy, gun out, with it's butt out. Closer, closer, closer. Now! He smashed Indy in the head with gun.
: To be continued...
: *Another AN. In Chapter One I indicated the correction for the prologue as The year 1922. It should have been 1926. Sorry again.*

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