Indiana Jones and the Scrolls of the Prophet (Chapter 6)

Posted by The Man with the Hat from port92.noc.bignet.net on July 20, 1999 at 08:22:22:

Chapter 6

The French police inspector, who's name was Claude Rambeaux, stood looking over the body of the dead stranger.
"Well, he's as dead as a druid," the policeman said. Indy wanted to tell the cop that not all druids are dead, but he let it pass. "Who is he?"
Indy said," That's what we were hoping you could tell us."
Two men in white entered the room with a stretcher. They lifted the body by wrists and ankles, placed it on the stretcher, and carried the dead guy off.
"We'll find out who he is," Rambeaux said. "If I need to reach you, you will be here?"
"No," Indy said. "We're heading to Salon first thing in the morning. We'll contact you when we get there to let you know where you can find us."
"Very well," the inspector said. "Good day to you."
"Good night," Indy said to the cop, and closed the door behind him.
"Why Salon," Russell asked, as Indy turned to her.
"Salon is the town where Nostradamuslast lived. That would be a good place to start." Indy smiled. "Besides, our dead friend warned us not to go. Sounds like an open invitation to me."

There was a bit of a chill in the air as Indy and Russell prepared to board the train. They had paid the room up for two extra days, so that they could store the bulk of thier luggage in thier room, a fact that made Indy very happy.
The conductor shouted the "All aboard" and Indy and Russell, along with a dozen other passengers, boarded the train to Salon.
The duo found thier compartment, and Indy sat down, while Russell went looking for the dining car.
Indy picked up a magazine which must have been left by a previous passenger, and began thumbing through it. He had just started reading an article when he was distracted by footsteps coming down the aisle. The owner of the footfalls walked past the window of the door to Indy's compartment, slowing down for a second to look into the room, then picking up speed upon realizing that he had been seen.
Curious tourists, Indy thought to himself as he went back to his reading. But, there was something familiar about him; something Indy couldn't put his finger on.
It will come to me, Indy thought. And, it did.

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: Chapter 6

:    The French police inspector, who's name was Claude Rambeaux, stood looking over the body of the dead stranger.
:    "Well, he's as dead as a druid," the policeman said. Indy wanted to tell the cop that not all druids are dead, but he let it pass. "Who is he?"
:    Indy said," That's what we were hoping you could tell us."
:    Two men in white entered the room with a stretcher. They lifted the body by wrists and ankles, placed it on the stretcher, and carried the dead guy off.
:    "We'll find out who he is," Rambeaux said. "If I need to reach you, you will be here?"
:    "No," Indy said. "We're heading to Salon first thing in the morning. We'll contact you when we get there to let you know where you can find us."
:    "Very well," the inspector said. "Good day to you."
:    "Good night," Indy said to the cop, and closed the door behind him.
:    "Why Salon," Russell asked, as Indy turned to her.
:    "Salon is the town where Nostradamuslast lived. That would be a good place to start." Indy smiled. "Besides, our dead friend warned us not to go. Sounds like an open invitation to me."

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:    There was a bit of a chill in the air as Indy and Russell prepared to board the train. They had paid the room up for two extra days, so that they could store the bulk of thier luggage in thier room, a fact that made Indy very happy.
:    The conductor shouted the "All aboard" and Indy and Russell, along with a dozen other passengers, boarded the train to Salon.
:    The duo found thier compartment, and Indy sat down, while Russell went looking for the dining car.
:    Indy picked up a magazine which must have been left by a previous passenger, and began thumbing through it. He had just started reading an article when he was distracted by footsteps coming down the aisle. The owner of the footfalls walked past the window of the door to Indy's compartment, slowing down for a second to look into the room, then picking up speed upon realizing that he had been seen.
:    Curious tourists, Indy thought to himself as he went back to his reading. But, there was something familiar about him; something Indy couldn't put his finger on.
:    It will come to me, Indy thought. And, it did. 
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