Atlantis

INDIANA JONES AND THE FATE OF ATLANTIS
against Indy’s chest, praying to Nur-Ab-Sal for all the help they
could get. Indy held onto her tightly and braced himself as the
amorphous blackness bore down on them like some impossible
freight train.
When the storm finally hit them, it simply nudged the car
gently, rocking the Model T on its creaky suspension bars, swaying
it from side to side like an oversized cradle. Not quite the worldshattering
blast of annihilation they had expected. The windows
were quickly obscured by a coat of volcanic sand, plunging Indy
and Sophia into complete darkness. As they sat huddled in silence,
listening to the wind swirl relentlessly beyond the pitch-black veil,
Indy imagined that the storm was infuriated by its failure to kill
them.
“How long do you think it will last?” Sophia asked hoarsely.
Her mouth was dry from screaming.
“Hard to say,” Indy replied. “These summer storms can come
up pretty quick. Depends on how big the cloud is, and the speed of
the wind.” He knew that dust storms could spin themselves out
within a few minutes, or last for many hours, depending on the
conditions. Who knew how long they would be there?
While he tried to sound confident, Indy left his other concern
unspoken. If they had survived the raging dust storm, then so could
the Nazis, and since both parties were without vehicles they would
have to travel on foot once the storm finally passed. Indy estimated
that the chase had taken them roughly ten miles from the Jastro
dig, which meant they had about thirty miles to walk before they
reached Reykjavík. It was close to noon, so they still had the better
part of the day to travel before nightfall. They had to make
civilization by sundown or they would freeze to death from
exposure to the elements.
Sophia fell asleep after awhile, leaving Indy to ponder their fate
alone. Peering at the blackened windows reminded him of being
inside of a submarine floating through a deep ocean abyss, and he
actually felt a sort of weightlessness in the dusky void. The
archaeologist leaned back in his chair, suddenly overcome with
exhaustion. He closed his eyes and listened to the sand pelting the
glass windows of the car. It was a continuous, hypnotic drone, like
radio static hissing on an empty bandwave.
Indy grew drowsy, hovering on the border of sleep when he
heard a new sound, one that came from inside the car. It took him a
moment to source the tiny chain links of Sophia’s bronze necklace,
which clinked together as she shifted position in her seat. Indy felt
the shape of her warm body nestled protectively in his arms, and
smiled, thinking there were certainly worse places for a man to be
than holding a beautiful woman in the dark. Then he pictured the
eerie horned face on her pendant, and he was immediately
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