Atlantis

DALE DASSEL
super-energized metal. It would propel German physicists to the
forefront of weapons technology, making Adolf Hitler’s
Wehrmacht into the world’s ultimate power. The Nazis would
bomb their opponents into oblivion and take over whatever was
left of the globe—an Aryan-controlled world in which all inferior
races were purged out of existence. Indy couldn’t let that happen.
“I’m getting really tired of those guys.”
“Then let’s do something about it,” Sophia insisted, her green
eyes imploring him with desperation.
Indy pulled a jaded scowl. “Believe me, I have. Seems like it’s
never enough.”
“We can start with the Jastro dig. I’ll even pay for the plane
tickets,” she offered, bargaining with him.
“Iceland?”
“Of course. At our old dig site. It’s the most logical place to
start,” Sophia rationalized. “After all, that’s where my collection
began.”
“That’s putting it mildly. You’re lucky Jastro didn’t have you
arrested.”
She folded her arms tightly and glanced away, upset that he’d
called her on it. When she met his gaze again, resentment stung her
cheeks red. “I only took the pieces that Nur-Ab-Sal said were
rightfully mine. Besides, a rusty old pendant is hardly valuable.”
“No argument there,” he said lightly.
Sophia dropped her anger and took his hands, pleading now.
“Come on, Indy. This might be our only chance to find Atlantis. If
we don’t do it, they will. And if that happens, I’ll never forgive
myself; and neither will you. We have to at least try. Will you
please help me?”
Indy weighed the alternatives. If he stayed at Barnett, holed up
in his dark, cluttered office, he was in for a long summer of tedious
faculty meetings and curriculum planning while Sophia went
traipsing off alone to God-knows-where, and probably getting
herself killed in the process. It wasn’t a fate that he relished for his
exiled colleague, despite of what she had done in the past. Not one
to hold a grudge, Indy was willing to make amends. If joining
Sophia on some wild goose chase for Atlantis made her happy then
he could certainly spare a couple of weeks. Besides, it might be a
good time to patch things up and rekindle the all-too-brief romance
that had kept them alive in Iceland all those years ago.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” he relented.
She gave Indy a quick hug, flashing a bright, optimistic smile
that left him dazzled. “Thanks. I knew I could count on you.” Then
she immediately went to her desk and began sifting through the
chaos.
“What are you looking for?”
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