Ta-da!! Chapter 50

Posted by Tessa from 1Cust173.tnt2.bloomington.il.da.uu.net on August 21, 1999 at 23:48:13:

Chapter 50
A young looking woman was sitting in her office, meeting with several members of the faculty at Sorbonne. She looked out the window, deep in thought, Whoever would have thought I’d be living life like this?, as a voice interrupted her thoughts,
“Dr. Stephens, do you agree with the proposed changes in the class structure?”
“Hmmm?” snapping out of her reverie and stared at the men, “Yes, of course. I believe this meeting is over, gentlemen. Have a good afternoon.”
The men left as a younger version of the woman walked into the office. The professors leaving said their hellos. The girl, just turning eighteen the previous spring, looks at the woman at the desk and said,
“Hi, Mom.”
“Micki?” the woman looked up at her daughter, “What are you doing here?”
“I can by to register for classes in the fall,” the girl’s hazel eyes twinkling back at her mother’s blue ones.
“I’m busy, Micki,” shuffling her papers a bit, “I’ll be home as soon as possible.”
The girl rolled her eyes, familiar to the routine while growing up, and said, “I have a message for you.”
“From who?”
“Grandpa,” Micki said as her mother’s glare softened a bit and asked, “Something the matter?”
“He wants you to meet him in Nepal.”
“Nepal?” curiously, “Why Nepal?”
“I don’t know. He just told me to tell you.”
How odd, she thought as she looked at her daughter, Dad’s never demanded orders before. She grabbed her coat, briefcase and headed out the door with Micki and said to the secretary on the way out,
“Lisette, tell President Chardin I had to leave for an urgent matter. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“Of course, Professor Stephens.”
Back at her home in the outskirts of Paris, the woman dressed in her usual fieldwork garb inherited from her father – a black leather jacket, fedora, black work boots, comfortable field pants and a man’s work shirt. After tying her gray streaked brownish hair back and throwing her whip and revolver in her suitcase, Micki appeared in the doorway wearing jeans and T-shirt, with a suitcase at her side, Dr. Stephens looked at her and asked,
“What is the devil’s name are you doing?”
“I’m going too, Mum,” the girl giving a defiant glare to her mother.
“Absolutely not,” she roared, “You’re staying in Paris, Michaela Katherine Jones.”
“I can protect myself, Lauren,” Micki sneered, “I took judo and karate and you showed me how to fire a gun a long time ago.”
Lauren winced at her daughter’s tone. She looked at her, gave a grin, and said,
“Alright, Micki,” shutting the suitcase, “Call for cab and then on to the airport.”

The Phoenix Group looked at disbelief at Indiana Jones, as their plane started to make their descend to Switzerland. Michaelson spoke first and asked,
“Your daughter is an archeologist?”
“The best one out there,” he boasted, “She’s got my determination and adventurous streak and her mother’s feisty streak.”
“Who’s her mother?” Indy asked.
“Katherine Tyler, President of a music company with several branches throughout the world,” Meg said.
They all stared at her as Meg shrugged and said; “I’ve been reading the forum novels.”
“This is getting strange,” Indy said as Indiana smiled and said, “You just didn’t realized how much Tessa hit on the novels.”
They all grinned at Tessa, who was still in shock, as Indiana said, “My sons went on different routes and careers. Lauren was the only one who really liked archeology. So she created her new name while doing her graduate studies. Using her mother’s middle names – Alexandra and Stephanie, which are after her mother’s parents – she made a name for herself.”
“Who’s Micki?” Michaelson asked.
“Micki?” Indiana was lost for a moment and then brightened, “Oh, you mean my granddaughter, Michaela. She’s a smart girl, just turned 18 last March.”
“Who’s the father?” Meg asked.
Indiana’s eyes softened a bit and said, “A colleague who worked with her years back. They were living together and had two children, Jack and Micki. Never got married and he died when she was pregnant with Micki. Killed by an Indian tribe in Central America.”
The Group nodded in agreement as the cell phone rang. Micah took it from Indiana’s grasp and said,
“Hello?”
“It’s Jerico,” said a ragged voice, “Where are you?”
“Landing in the airport of Switzerland. Anything to report?”
“The Lamberts escaped. Goodsport, Short Round, and I are heading to the airport after a trip to the hospital.”
“What happened?”
“Got attacked by a bear and swam down a river. But we’re in one piece.”
“Where’s Aragorn?”
“He’s disappeared, sir. I don’t know where.”
“Find him,” Micah barked as he looked at his colleagues, “The sooner we do, the sooner we head to Nepal.”

Chapter 51 anyone?

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