Atlantis

INDIANA JONES AND THE FATE OF ATLANTIS
wildly. Indy gritted his teeth in determination. He wasn’t going to
let the Nazis win. He tapped the brake gently and the car
straightened out, realigning itself with the road.
Sophia’s face was gray. “Are you trying to kill us?!”
“No, but they are!” Then he thought about the Webley holstered
on his hip. But Indy couldn’t drive and shoot at the same time. He
glanced at Sophia. “Can you fire a gun?”
“I’ve never even touched one before!” she confessed.
“There’s no better time to learn! Take mine,” he said, quickly
thumbing open the flap.
She stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Serious enough for the both of us! Now take it!”
She reached for Indy’s belt and gripped the handle, gingerly
drawing out the massive revolver. “It’s heavy!”
“It’s supposed to be. Now shoot. Try to aim for their tires,” he
instructed just as another bullet spanged off the rear fender.
The redhead bit her lip uncertainly, and made up her mind. She
couldn’t very well find Atlantis if she was dead, and she certainly
wasn’t going to let the Nazis have it either. She pointed the gun out
the window and squeezed the thick trigger, flinching as the Webley
bucked in her hand, discharging a .455 round with a deafening
blast. It was like firing a cannon. She beamed at Indy with a bright
grin. “Hey, I did it!”
“Great, now actually try to hit something!” he growled irritably,
dodging another shot with the Ford as the onyx leviathan spilled
across the ice, relentlessly devouring everything in its path.
Sophia narrowed her eyes at his challenge. “Okay tough guy,
watch this!” She twisted her body around in the seat and extended
her arm along the body of the speeding car, sighting the Webley’s
barrel in line with the pursuer’s right front wheel. Sophia felt like
she was in a gangster movie as she squeezed off another round.
Her hair blazed a crimson flame in the wind. The Nazis headlight
imploded as if struck by a brick, and they swerved abruptly to the
left shoulder of the road, away from her gun.
“Hey, this is actually kind of fun!” she cheered with
enthusiasm. “How did I do?”
“Better,” Indy replied tersely, “Now do the same thing, but aim
lower.”
“You’re the boss!” she grinned with exhilaration. Sophia was
enjoying herself immensely.
“Verdammt!” Karl cursed, trying to keep his gun steady while they
bounced along the rutted highway with the roiling black storm
nipping at their fenders. “The Fräulein is armed!”
“Forget about her. Just put a bullet through the back of Jones’
seat!” Torsten ordered angrily. He wanted to end this chase once
and for all.
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