Chapters 28-30 of Tessa and The Stranger in the Plane

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: Chapter 28 [The Mystery Deepens] (written by Indiana Jerico)

: The room was dark. Only the lights of the various monitors and machines kept the room from total darkness. Electronic maps of the various parts of the world were seen around the room. Countless computers hummed, giving the room the encompassing feeling of official government hubbub. Various men and woman were either taking notes, or monitoring data, or working on computers. One thing, however, permeated the air: silence.
: Above the room, separated by a one-way tinted glass, a small office gave a panoramic view of the hubbub below. A man in his fifties stared out of the window, his piercing eyes taking everything that's happening. The man was dressed in an Army high-ranking official's uniform. The stars on his shoulder showed just how high. They were decorated with five silver stars.
: The room was sparsely furnished. In fact, the only furniture available were a large oak table with an official's swivel chair, another chair in front of it, a pen-holder with a gold fountain pen sticking out of it, and a stack of papers. The room's gray paint accentuated the dullness of the whole room. Beside the swivel chair is an emblem consisting of the Earth and the words "JUSTICE UNITY FREEDOM" written in a ribbon encircling it. A Phoenix rose majestically behind the earth.
: On the chair sat a man. His face was shadowed.
: "I can almost taste the tension in the air, Michaelson," the man said.
: "Don't worry Micah," Michaelson replied. "Our boys will get the job done."
: "They always have, haven't they?" Micah asked. "But now is different. They have no idea of what they were after. I must confess I don't know what's going on, either."
: "Only Nobody knows what he is up to," Michaelson replied. "But if there's anyone who can find it out, it's our boys."
: "I just hope you're right, Michaelson," Micah sighed. "I don't know why, but I've got a feeling this is going to be a strange case."

: - - -

: "So, where do we go from here?" Short Round asked. They were standing outside the hideout. Around them were grasses and roads of a typical Poland countryside. Indiana Jerico was leaning on the car, his black trenchcoat flapping in the cool breeze. Meg was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, resting her head on her hands. Aragorn was standing a ways off beside the car, his hands inside his pockets. Goodsport was leaning on the other side of the car. Indy was sipping a beer, crouching, resting on his heels. Indiana James was still sleeping at the back of the car.
: "Brett'll be here," Aragorn said.
: "So we wait for him?" Short Round asked. "When'll he be here?"
: "Soon," Aragorn replied. "A few minutes. An hour, at most."
: "But for how long'll we wait?" Goodsport groaned. "The sun is killing me."
: "Hey, look at it this way," Indy replied. "At least you'll get a good tan."
: Goodsport snorted.
: "What library is Brett researching?" Indiana Jerico asked Aragorn.
: "Walbrzych," Aragorn said. "I initially dropped him in the Warsaw Public Library in the city, but he phoned me to say he'll be taking a plane south. I think that's where he found the book that Tessa borrowed."
: "Lord of the Rings," Indiana Jerico said.
: "Yeah," Aragorn replied. "I still find it creepy how I blurted out Gandalf a while back."
: Indiana Jerico stood up. "You all wait here."
: "Where're you going?" Indy asked.
: "To the Public Library," Indiana Jerico said. "I'm going to see what else I can dig up."
: "There's still the problem with Indiana James' companion who got away," Aragorn said. "The Man with The Hat wants to trade us for Tessa with the two of them, remember?"
: "We'll just have to make plans for that later," Jerico said. "Right now, I need to see if there's anything in the library which can help us. Maybe Brett overlooked something before he went flying south."
: "We'll go with you!" Goodsport said.
: "I'll just stay here," Aragorn said. "I'll wait for Brett."
: "You do that," Indiana Jerico said as he opened the driver's door.
: "Wait!" Goodsport said. "You can't expect us all to just wait here and do nothing, can you???"
: Indiana Jerico paused. "You're right. Okay, you and Short Round go find a hotel. We'll need someplace to sleep and make plans for tomorrow's meeting with The Man with the Hat." He threw his cell phone to Goodsport, who deftly caught it.
: "What's this?!" Goodsport asked.
: "A phone," Jerico grinned. "We'll call you in case we want to contact you. Or call us. Our number's in the phone directory."
: "What about him?" Indy asked, jerking his thumb at the sleeping Indiana James.
: Jerico looked at the back seat. "Get him out and put him in the house. Brett'll want to see him when he arrives."
: Aragorn opened the back door and carried Indiana James into the house.
: "Wait!" Goodsport asked. "How'll we contact you?"
: "Do you have a phone?" Jerico asked Meg.
: "Yeah," Meg answered. "Why?"
: "Give it to me," Jerico replied.
: "No way!" Meg said stubbornly. "I'm coming with you."
: "They're not coming with me," Jerico answered. "What makes you think you can?"
: Meg looked at him and smiled, piercing his dark eyes with her green ones. Jerico looked at Goodsport.
: "Just call us at her phone. Give them the number, Meg."
: Meg grinned as she gave her number to Goodsport. "Now waitaminit here, Jerico...." Goodsport started.
: "C'mon, Goodsport!" Short Round shouted. "Leave them! I, for one, would like to sleep in a hotel's tub and sleep! C'mon! They wanna be alone, leave them alone!"
: Indiana Jerico glared at Short Round, who just grinned back at him. Short Round even winked.
: "Kids," Jerico muttered. He threw a card at Goodsport. American Express.
: "What am I s'pposed to do with this?" Goodsport asked.
: "Charge everything," Jerico said as he revved up the engine. "Don't worry about the expense. It's all covered."
: "Great!" Short Round exclaimed happily. He ran to where Goodsport was standing. "It's the restaurant, then the hotel!"
: Indiana Jerico put the red BMW to reverse and drove. When they were on the road, Jerico put the BMW to gear and started speeding down, to the city. From the side street, hidden by a tree, another car stepped into view and followed them.

: - - -

: "How are you feeling?" Nobody asked, still looking out of the window. His ever-present cigar is in his fingers.
: "I fell down a building, jacked up with medicines and morphine, and my head still felt as if it's been pounded by a hammer," Deirdre replied. "Aside from that, I'm fine."
: "That's what I like about you, Deirdre," Nobody said. "You can take everything thrown against you."
: "Even bullets," Deirdre said. There's a faint trace of sarcasm in it.
: "Yes," Nobody replied. "Even bullets."
: "So, who was it who sniped at me, Sir?" Deirdre asked. "Micah and his operatives?"
: "It's not their style," Nobody answered.
: "Who, then?" Deirdre asked.
: "I have a feeling, Deirdre," Nobody said.
: "What, Sir?" Deirdre asked again.
: "There's a third player on the field."

: - - -

: Their steps echoed in the library. Indiana Jerico, wearing all black, looked out of place among the white, almost cathedral-like, interior of the library. He still hasn't taken off his sunglasses. Meg, on the other hand, looked right in place, with her pinstriped skirt and white blouse. She deftly placed an intruding batch of dark-brown hair behind her ear.
: "Wow," Meg whispered. "Is this a library, or a church?"
: "Shhh," Jerico said. "Silence."
: Meg smirked at him.
: "So, exactly what are we looking for?" Meg asked.
: "I have no idea," Jerico answered. "But I'm pretty sure we'll know it when we see it."
: "I'll try here," Meg said.
: "You do that," Jerico answered. He walked to where a bespectacled lady was sitting. The librarian, by her looks. Indiana Jerico smiled and asked her in halting Polish where the fantasy section was. The lady smiled and pointed out a section. Indiana Jerico thanked her and gave her a wink. The lady blushed.
: The section the lady pointed was on the middle of the library. Indiana Jerico sneezed as dust seeped into his nose when he picked out an old book and leafed through it. The "AH-CHOO!" resounded. From a few tables away, three girls giggled. Indiana Jerico looked at them, and gave them a flirtatious smile. One of the girls winked. Then, remembering what he came here for, Indiana Jerico started looking at the titles.
: At the lowest rack, a book caught his attention. It was not so much as the age of the book that made him glance, but rather, the author. Written in faded gold-colored ink, the title was "The Untold History of the Earth. A Middle-earth Connection". The author was J.R.R. Tolkien. Resting on his heels, he crouched and picked out the book, inhaling another batch of dust and eliciting another "AH-CHOO" and another giggle. This time, he blew them a kiss as he leafed through the book and read a few lines. His smile faded. Then, he started looking for Meg, excitement written on his face.

: - - -

: "I knew I should have gone with Goodsport," Indy muttered.
: "Why didn't you?" Aragorn asked.
: "I guess it'd be better if I help you keep a watch on Indiana James." Indy answered. "Who knows when his companion might show up next."
: "So, what exactly is your story?" Aragorn asked.
: "Well," Indy replied, smoothing back his brown hair. "I graduated together with Meg on the academy. I was second; she was first. Anyway, we were approached by a distinguished gentleman. Military, by what I could deduce from his actions."
: "Michaelson?" Aragorn asked.
: "Heh," Indy smiled. "Right. I heard he was a five-star general when he retired."
: "Yeah," Aragorn said. "go on."
: "Anyway, he offered me a membership on this group," Indy said. "I accepted. I mean, your group's a legend on the academy!"
: "I'm sure everything's been exaggerated," Aragorn said modestly.
: "Anyway, I accepted the offer. It's only later when I found out that I'd be working with Meg again. Watching your backs was my first assignment."
: "And doing a mighty good job of it, too," Aragorn smiled, slapping his back.
: Suddenly, a shot rang out, followed instantaneously by a spray of dust a few feet away from them.
: "Cover!!!" Aragorn shouted. Instinctively, they fell on their stomach and scanned the general direction where the shot came from, their guns ready.
: "North!" Indy shouted. Aragorn nodded and looked. There, in the distance, hidden by a tree, a man was hiding. Another burst erupted, sending another spray of dusts.
: "Into the house, quick!!!" Aragorn said. He stood up and aimed his Magnum at the tree. The man flew back, dead. Almost immediately, another shot rang out. This time, it hit the side of the house, sending splinters of wood.
: Aragorn was shooting at the direction of the shot, backing at the same time to the house. Indy was already at the window, his mini-Uzi blaring.
: "Who're they???" Indy asked. "Nobody's goons?" A spray of bullets broke the window, sending shards in ever direction.
: "I don't know!" Aragorn said. He stood up and fired another shot and fell down again. "I doubt it. How'd they know we're here? It can't be The Man with The Hat!"
: "How about the person who gave him the info? He knew we have James and his companion!"
: "I dunno," Aragorn said, gritting his teeth as another shot was heard. "But we're in deep trouble!"

: - - -

: Meg saw Jerico walking towards her, excitement in his face. He took off his sunglasses and sat in front of her.
: "I found something!" Jerico whispered excitedly.
: "Your face already told me that," Meg commented dryly.
: "Look at this!" Jerico said as he shoved the book to her. "Read it."
: Meg did. Her brow furrowed as she read the paragraph. It was well worn. It mentioned Thщden the King, his rule, and his kingdom. When she finished, she shoved the book back to Jerico.
: "So?"
: "So???" Jerico asked incredulously. "That's all you have to say??? So?!"
: "Shhh!" Meg reprimanded as the librarian looked at them. She smiled at her and looked back at Jerico. "Explain."
: Jerico sighed. He proceeded to explain.
: "Thщden the King was one of the most noble king of Rohan in Lord of the Rings."
: "I know the story," Meg said. "I've read about it when I was a kid."
: "Well," Jerico said. "The how about this." He started reading from the book. "'The treasure of Rohan is great, yes. But it has been said that there is one, greater treasure, that has been kept secret for many generations. This, as been told to me, is a secret so great that men would fight for it, and nations would fight nations for its knowledge. This is the secret of the Hidden land beyond the Sea. The land of those who have passed through Middle-earth. The Land of Valinor.'"
: "But..." Meg interrupted.
: "Wait, there is more," Jerico stopped her. "'The Land, however, cannot be found without the keys. For so long, men have wondered what these keys are. And this, also, I know. Theoden had the key hidden in the only place where men would dare overlook. A place so simple that it is in plain view, and yet, hidden. They fist key was hidden craftily by Theoden himself in the head of his Spear. The other key was given to Gandalf the White, of whom no-one has heard of then on.'"
: Jerico closed the book and smiled at Meg.
: "Uhm, we seem to be forgetting a little fact," Meg smiled back. "the Lord of the Rings is fiction. Written by Tolkien himself to his children."
: "And here," Jerico said. "Tolkien himself pledged this." He opened the book again, flipped a few pages, and then started to read.
: "'For so long, people have thought that the Lord of the Rings was a wonderful figment of my imagination, and they have marveled at my talent of making it sound so real. To this, I say this fact: it sounded so real, because it was real. The land of Middle-earth was Earth, in its long forgotten age. Science has dated the Earth based on the evidence that they have found, but what of those they haven't? The Earth holds mysteries that baffle our minds. The civilization that we know exists through the ages are but a small percentage of the actual number of civilizations that has existed ever since Earth was born. The myths of Elves and Dwarves and Dragons are so similar in every culture. But myths and legends, no matter how wild or fantastic, still hold a grain of truth in them. It is foolhardy for us to limit our imagination and knowledge to what is presented, and known, for so often, the greatest truths are often found in those that are unknown.'"
: This time, Meg didn't interrupt. She just stared at Jerico, in disbelief and amazement.
: "There you have it," Jerico said. "Straight from Tolkien himself."
: "Wow," was all Meg could say.
: "And this might clear up one thing," Jerico added.
: "What's that?" Meg asked.
: "The novel that Tessa made which caused our enemy to act the way they did," Jerico said. "I think I know what it is."
: Realization suddenly dawned on Meg. She gasped.
: "The Aztec Spear," she whispered. "It is Theoden's Spear. The first key!"

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: Chapter 29 [In The Nick of Time] (written by Brett (Yasim) Lambert & Goodsport)

: The plane finally reached its destination. Brett Lambert, still mesmerized by what he just read in the "Lord of the Rings" book, got off the plane and began his search for his brother. He had to find him and make sure that he was OK.

: - - -

: The ten surviving goons surrounding the hiding place were inching their way closer, despite the hail of bullets from Indy and Aragorn.
: "Damnit, I'm almost out of ammo!" screamed Indy.
: "Hold on!" Aragorn replied, "I'll pass you some of my clips!"
: The flash of light from the sky hit the surrounding area, hitting both sides by surprise.
: As Indy and Aragorn hurried back to their feet in anticipation for the goons' final push on their position, they instead found themselves all alone on the compound.
: They glanced at each other, each returning a shrug to the other.

: - - -

: Brett closed the book after having read more of the text he knew didn't belong in the book. His thoughts then wondered back to his eventual destination.
: "Boy, what an original name, that Indy!" Brett thought to himself sarcastically, as he stepped off the plane.

: - - -

: In his rental car, Brett followed Aragorn's directions to the house where Indy James was being held. He immediately spotted both Aragorn and a strange looking man who apparently called himself 'Indy' waiting outside the house.
: Brett approached Aragorn and Indy.
: "All right, Aragorn! What have you done to my brother?" Brett commanded.
: "Huh? That bastard is your brother?" Indy sneered.
: "Damn right, Indy" Brett responded. "Now, Aragorn, where is my brother?"
: "He's in the house locked up again." Aragorn responded.
: "Again?" Brett asked.
: "Yeah, he tried to escape but I shot the butterball with a tranquilizer dart," explained Aragorn.
: "Butterball? James isn't fat!" Brett said confused.
: "Nevermind that. It's an inside joke!" Aragorn explained. "Now let's go in the house, and I'll show you your traitor brother"
: "Fine!" Brett said. "But he's no traitor. He must have been forced to do evil things!"
: Brett, Aragorn, and Indy walked into the house and directed Brett to where he was being held. He was being held in a room down the corridor.
: "Jimbo!" yelled Brett with enthusiasm.
: "Brett" called back James in a subdued tone. He was experiencing the after effects of drowsiness when being hit with a tranquilizer dart.
: "I'm so glad to see you, James. I thought they-" Brett was interrupted as Goodsport and Short Round burst through the door.
: "Hey guys!" yelled Short Round. "I'm sorry, Goodsport and I couldn't find a hotel room for us. They all had NO VACANCY signs and hookers in the lobby! It was scary!"
: Short Round stopped and noticed Brett.
: "Hey! Who's this guy?" Shorty asked referring to Brett.
: Before any answer could be given, Brett pulled out his big fat "Lord of the Rings" book out.
: "You bastard!!" yelled Brett as he threw the giant book at Short Round.
: "OWWWWWW!!! You idiot! You broke my nose! You broke my F***ing nose!!" Short Round exclaimed in extreme pain as he held his nose with his two hands and blood trickled out.
: Before Brett could do anymore to help his brother escape, Aragorn and Indy punched him in the face, and tied him up. They threw him in the cell with James.
: "That'll teach ya!" sneered Indy.
: The four soon left to help Short Round out.
: "Ahhh, how are we doing James?" asked Brett to strike up some conversation.
: "Same as always" replied James.
: "That bad huh?" said Brett.
: "Yep" answered James. "Man, us Lamberts have no luck at all!"
: "You said it James!"

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: Chapter 30 [No Silence in the Library] (written by Deirdre)

: Neither Meg nor Indiana Jerico remembered witnessing the dark shadow enter the library. Mrs. Pemberely, the chief librarian wordlessly stood stupefied by her desk, without taking into particular notice the dozen of books that she had spilled unto the pristine white marble floor. As the cloaked figure strode in with two massive formidable machine guns, which he held firmly in each of hands, she opened her mouth to protest but her eyes turned white and she fainted even before the first gunshots erupted.

: - - -

: Instinctively Indiana Jerico grabbed Meg by the waist and dove for the nearest shelves. Tumultuous riot broke out as innocent bystanders sought shelter and ran for the exits. Loud wailing and screams were audible and Meg held her ears shut at the deafening roar of the machine gun. In horror she watched a young girl, who couldn't be a year older than her, arch her body in pain as brutal bullets riveted into her body. It took Indiana Jerico every ounce of strength to keep her from bursting out into the open and confront the stranger.
: Without uttering a word, for their eyes said everything, he handed her one of his customized Colt .45's. He himself seized his semiautomatic and gave her a conspiring nod and they separated ways. From the corner of his eyes, Jerico watched her lithe body roll over to the opposite side of the library and immediately spring on her feet to take firing position. Impressive, he thought to himself.

: - - -

: In the meantime, most of the people who had been in library had either escaped past this bloodthirsty avenger or had found a safe hiding place behind a shelf or table. Occasionally he could still hear a whimper or a frightful moan.

: - - -

: The red-haired intruder moved to the center of the room and stood there stock-still, while his eyes that were hidden behind vicious Oakleys, surveyed his milieu calmly. His rasping voice, hinting of a crude Scottish accent, broke the icy silence, "Agent Indiana Jerico! Come out you milksop! I know you are in here! I can't wait to see yer face again after all these years!"

: - - -

: "Deirdre, Darling" Nobody mouthed, exhaling a cloud of murky smoke, and beckoning her closer. "See to it that Indiana James accomplishes his mission. My inhibitions tell me that his older brother Brett will obviously try to persuade him to change�"sides". Hadn't you had attached a detector on his jacket?"
: Deirdre nodded. "Yes, with a mini-camera as well, so we can monitor his actions."
: "Very good my dear," he patted her shoulder, "now go and check up on him and the Fiddler, personally. I've made arrangements for you to catch the morning flight tomorrow to Poland. Incognito of course, no one is to know that you are in Poland."

: - - -

: Michealson knew that something was awfully out of order even before one of his facilitators reached him and handed him the fax. He scanned the brief message briefly and picked up the phone.

: - - -

: "Aragorn! Watch out!" Indy exclaimed. Just in time Aragorn could step away from the window as the glass shattered into a million pieces and scattered aimlessly into the room. Debris of glass splinters tore into Indy's arms as he threw up his hands to cover his face.
: "You okay?" Aragon inquired with his back to him as he took aim at the gunmen hiding in the bushes.
: Indy nodded grimacing and joined Aragorn by the fending off the gunmen. I've been through worse things, he muttered to himself.
: Suddenly they heard a loud crash from the back of the house and the thundering sound of footsteps and shouts of people barging in from the backdoor. Indy and Aragorn exchanged knowing looks as they stood up to face the intruders. It was clear that they were trapped. There was only one solution left�

: - - -

: Unbelievably Meg stared as Indiana Jerico strode out of the shadows, from behind the stack of children's books. " Nooo Jerico! He's going to kill you!"
: "Megan, I want you to stay out of this." Indiana Jerico said calmly, his dark eyes looking her straight in the eyes. This had been the first time he had ever called her by her real name; she was about to comment but stopped herself. This was clearly personal.

: - - -

: "Aha!" the man scoffed as he scrutinized the black clad agent before him. "So chicken-heart shows himself finally!"
: "I was wondering myself where you've been all this time." Indiana Jerico stepped forward not letting go of his gun. The two men silently stood across from each other for what seemed eons.
: "Hmm, where's your beautiful accomplice?"
: "The girl stays out of this." Jerico's voice was merely a whisper yet its impact vibrated through the high ceiling and arches of the library.
: "Woh-ho! Ever the chivalrous hero!" Mocking laughter resonated through the hall.
: "You are going to pay for this, Groo!"
: Megan sucked in her breath at the remark. So this was�
: Groo threw back his red mane. "You haven't changed at all, Jerico. You could've made a remarkable career with us, if it weren't for you and your women�"
: Meg couldn't recall who fired the first gunshot. Suddenly the two men were shooting at each other while trying to evade the other's firing range.
: Not heading to Jerico's warning she bolted out of her hiding place and took aim. Even before she could fire, a gunshot arose.
: A scream. Then her body slumped to the ground.

: - - -

: The men filed into the house, after having broken in through the backdoor. They rushed into the kitchen, and scattered into the remaining rooms. After inspecting every room thoroughly, one of the men took out his transistor radio. "Uhm淗elta-1, here," he announced, slightly hesitant, "Sir, they are not here! We've searched everywhere."

: - - -

: Indiana Jerico fired once and hit Groo right in between his two eyes. The Oakleys Groo had been wearing fell from his face, revealing venom-green horrified eyes that bore into Jerico's expressionless black ones.
: Vengence has been paid. Clenching his fists, Jerico watched yet another body fall to the ground.
: Then it was still in the deserted cathedral-like library.
: "Megan�" Jerico softly whispered, as he lifted her head and examined her wound. Luckily, the bullet had missed her heart by inches and instead hit her in her left shoulder blade. "You hard-headed idiot!" he fuzzed as he pulled off his shirt and rolled it together, so as to cushion her head, "What the HELL did think you were doing?! I told you to stay OUT of this! Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!?! You could've been� killed! You know what you are?! You ...are... a--."
: Smiling a bit, she silenced his lips with the tip of her fingers and whispered hoarsely, "Jerico?"
: He bent down to her, frightened that she had been hurt elsewhere, internally "Yes?"
: Meg slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.
: "Just shut up and kiss me."
: In the distance, oblivious to them, the howling of the approaching police cars and ambulances could be heard.

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: : Chapter 28 [The Mystery Deepens] (written by Indiana Jerico)

: : The room was dark. Only the lights of the various monitors and machines kept the room from total darkness. Electronic maps of the various parts of the world were seen around the room. Countless computers hummed, giving the room the encompassing feeling of official government hubbub. Various men and woman were either taking notes, or monitoring data, or working on computers. One thing, however, permeated the air: silence.
: : Above the room, separated by a one-way tinted glass, a small office gave a panoramic view of the hubbub below. A man in his fifties stared out of the window, his piercing eyes taking everything that's happening. The man was dressed in an Army high-ranking official's uniform. The stars on his shoulder showed just how high. They were decorated with five silver stars.
: : The room was sparsely furnished. In fact, the only furniture available were a large oak table with an official's swivel chair, another chair in front of it, a pen-holder with a gold fountain pen sticking out of it, and a stack of papers. The room's gray paint accentuated the dullness of the whole room. Beside the swivel chair is an emblem consisting of the Earth and the words "JUSTICE UNITY FREEDOM" written in a ribbon encircling it. A Phoenix rose majestically behind the earth.
: : On the chair sat a man. His face was shadowed.
: : "I can almost taste the tension in the air, Michaelson," the man said. 
: : "Don't worry Micah," Michaelson replied. "Our boys will get the job done."
: : "They always have, haven't they?" Micah asked. "But now is different. They have no idea of what they were after. I must confess I don't know what's going on, either."
: : "Only Nobody knows what he is up to," Michaelson replied. "But if there's anyone who can find it out, it's our boys."
: : "I just hope you're right, Michaelson," Micah sighed. "I don't know why, but I've got a feeling this is going to be a strange case."

: : - - -
: 
: : "So, where do we go from here?" Short Round asked. They were standing outside the hideout. Around them were grasses and roads of a typical Poland countryside. Indiana Jerico was leaning on the car, his black trenchcoat flapping in the cool breeze. Meg was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, resting her head on her hands. Aragorn was standing a ways off beside the car, his hands inside his pockets. Goodsport was leaning on the other side of the car. Indy was sipping a beer, crouching, resting on his heels. Indiana James was still sleeping at the back of the car.
: : "Brett'll be here," Aragorn said.
: : "So we wait for him?" Short Round asked. "When'll he be here?"
: : "Soon," Aragorn replied. "A few minutes. An hour, at most."
: : "But for how long'll we wait?" Goodsport groaned. "The sun is killing me."
: : "Hey, look at it this way," Indy replied. "At least you'll get a good tan."
: : Goodsport snorted.
: : "What library is Brett researching?" Indiana Jerico asked Aragorn.
: : "Walbrzych," Aragorn said. "I initially dropped him in the Warsaw Public Library in the city, but he phoned me to say he'll be taking a plane south. I think that's where he found the book that Tessa borrowed."
: : "Lord of the Rings," Indiana Jerico said.
: : "Yeah," Aragorn replied. "I still find it creepy how I blurted out Gandalf a while back."
: : Indiana Jerico stood up. "You all wait here."
: : "Where're you going?" Indy asked.
: : "To the Public Library," Indiana Jerico said. "I'm going to see what else I can dig up."
: : "There's still the problem with Indiana James' companion who got away," Aragorn said. "The Man with The Hat wants to trade us for Tessa with the two of them, remember?"
: : "We'll just have to make plans for that later," Jerico said. "Right now, I need to see if there's anything in the library which can help us. Maybe Brett overlooked something before he went flying south."
: : "We'll go with you!" Goodsport said. 
: : "I'll just stay here," Aragorn said. "I'll wait for Brett."
: : "You do that," Indiana Jerico said as he opened the driver's door. 
: : "Wait!" Goodsport said. "You can't expect us all to just wait here and do nothing, can you???"
: : Indiana Jerico paused. "You're right. Okay, you and Short Round go find a hotel. We'll need someplace to sleep and make plans for tomorrow's meeting with The Man with the Hat." He threw his cell phone to Goodsport, who deftly caught it. 
: : "What's this?!" Goodsport asked.
: : "A phone," Jerico grinned. "We'll call you in case we want to contact you. Or call us. Our number's in the phone directory."
: : "What about him?" Indy asked, jerking his thumb at the sleeping Indiana James.
: : Jerico looked at the back seat. "Get him out and put him in the house. Brett'll want to see him when he arrives."
: : Aragorn opened the back door and carried Indiana James into the house.
: : "Wait!" Goodsport asked. "How'll we contact you?"
: : "Do you have a phone?" Jerico asked Meg.
: : "Yeah," Meg answered. "Why?"
: : "Give it to me," Jerico replied. 
: : "No way!" Meg said stubbornly. "I'm coming with you."
: : "They're not coming with me," Jerico answered. "What makes you think you can?"
: : Meg looked at him and smiled, piercing his dark eyes with her green ones. Jerico looked at Goodsport.
: : "Just call us at her phone. Give them the number, Meg."
: : Meg grinned as she gave her number to Goodsport. "Now waitaminit here, Jerico...." Goodsport started.
: : "C'mon, Goodsport!" Short Round shouted. "Leave them! I, for one, would like to sleep in a hotel's tub and sleep! C'mon! They wanna be alone, leave them alone!"
: : Indiana Jerico glared at Short Round, who just grinned back at him. Short Round even winked.
: : "Kids," Jerico muttered. He threw a card at Goodsport. American Express.
: : "What am I s'pposed to do with this?" Goodsport asked.
: : "Charge everything," Jerico said as he revved up the engine. "Don't worry about the expense. It's all covered."
: : "Great!" Short Round exclaimed happily. He ran to where Goodsport was standing. "It's the restaurant, then the hotel!"
: : Indiana Jerico put the red BMW to reverse and drove. When they were on the road, Jerico put the BMW to gear and started speeding down, to the city. From the side street, hidden by a tree, another car stepped into view and followed them.

: : - - -
:  
: : "How are you feeling?" Nobody asked, still looking out of the window. His ever-present cigar is in his fingers.
: : "I fell down a building, jacked up with medicines and morphine, and my head still felt as if it's been pounded by a hammer," Deirdre replied. "Aside from that, I'm fine."
: : "That's what I like about you, Deirdre," Nobody said. "You can take everything thrown against you."
: : "Even bullets," Deirdre said. There's a faint trace of sarcasm in it.
: : "Yes," Nobody replied. "Even bullets."
: : "So, who was it who sniped at me, Sir?" Deirdre asked. "Micah and his operatives?"
: : "It's not their style," Nobody answered.
: : "Who, then?" Deirdre asked.
: : "I have a feeling, Deirdre," Nobody said.
: : "What, Sir?" Deirdre asked again.
: : "There's a third player on the field."

: : - - -

: : Their steps echoed in the library. Indiana Jerico, wearing all black, looked out of place among the white, almost cathedral-like, interior of the library. He still hasn't taken off his sunglasses. Meg, on the other hand, looked right in place, with her pinstriped skirt and white blouse. She deftly placed an intruding batch of dark-brown hair behind her ear.
: : "Wow," Meg whispered. "Is this a library, or a church?"
: : "Shhh," Jerico said. "Silence."
: : Meg smirked at him. 
: : "So, exactly what are we looking for?" Meg asked.
: : "I have no idea," Jerico answered. "But I'm pretty sure we'll know it when we see it."
: : "I'll try here," Meg said. 
: : "You do that," Jerico answered. He walked to where a bespectacled lady was sitting. The librarian, by her looks. Indiana Jerico smiled and asked her in halting Polish where the fantasy section was. The lady smiled and pointed out a section. Indiana Jerico thanked her and gave her a wink. The lady blushed.
: : The section the lady pointed was on the middle of the library. Indiana Jerico sneezed as dust seeped into his nose when he picked out an old book and leafed through it. The "AH-CHOO!" resounded. From a few tables away, three girls giggled. Indiana Jerico looked at them, and gave them a flirtatious smile. One of the girls winked. Then, remembering what he came here for, Indiana Jerico started looking at the titles.
: : At the lowest rack, a book caught his attention. It was not so much as the age of the book that made him glance, but rather, the author. Written in faded gold-colored ink, the title was "The Untold History of the Earth. A Middle-earth Connection". The author was J.R.R. Tolkien. Resting on his heels, he crouched and picked out the book, inhaling another batch of dust and eliciting another "AH-CHOO" and another giggle. This time, he blew them a kiss as he leafed through the book and read a few lines. His smile faded. Then, he started looking for Meg, excitement written on his face.

: : - - -

: : "I knew I should have gone with Goodsport," Indy muttered.
: : "Why didn't you?" Aragorn asked.
: : "I guess it'd be better if I help you keep a watch on Indiana James." Indy answered. "Who knows when his companion might show up next."
: : "So, what exactly is your story?" Aragorn asked.
: : "Well," Indy replied, smoothing back his brown hair. "I graduated together with Meg on the academy. I was second; she was first. Anyway, we were approached by a distinguished gentleman. Military, by what I could deduce from his actions."
: : "Michaelson?" Aragorn asked.
: : "Heh," Indy smiled. "Right. I heard he was a five-star general when he retired."
: : "Yeah," Aragorn said. "go on."
: : "Anyway, he offered me a membership on this group," Indy said. "I accepted. I mean, your group's a legend on the academy!"
: : "I'm sure everything's been exaggerated," Aragorn said modestly.
: : "Anyway, I accepted the offer. It's only later when I found out that I'd be working with Meg again. Watching your backs was my first assignment."
: : "And doing a mighty good job of it, too," Aragorn smiled, slapping his back.
: : Suddenly, a shot rang out, followed instantaneously by a spray of dust a few feet away from them.
: : "Cover!!!" Aragorn shouted. Instinctively, they fell on their stomach and scanned the general direction where the shot came from, their guns ready.
: : "North!" Indy shouted. Aragorn nodded and looked. There, in the distance, hidden by a tree, a man was hiding. Another burst erupted, sending another spray of dusts.
: : "Into the house, quick!!!" Aragorn said. He stood up and aimed his Magnum at the tree. The man flew back, dead. Almost immediately, another shot rang out. This time, it hit the side of the house, sending splinters of wood.
: : Aragorn was shooting at the direction of the shot, backing at the same time to the house. Indy was already at the window, his mini-Uzi blaring.
: : "Who're they???" Indy asked. "Nobody's goons?" A spray of bullets broke the window, sending shards in ever direction.
: : "I don't know!" Aragorn said. He stood up and fired another shot and fell down again. "I doubt it. How'd they know we're here? It can't be The Man with The Hat!"
: : "How about the person who gave him the info? He knew we have James and his companion!"
: : "I dunno," Aragorn said, gritting his teeth as another shot was heard. "But we're in deep trouble!"

: : - - -

: : Meg saw Jerico walking towards her, excitement in his face. He took off his sunglasses and sat in front of her.
: : "I found something!" Jerico whispered excitedly.
: : "Your face already told me that," Meg commented dryly.
: : "Look at this!" Jerico said as he shoved the book to her. "Read it."
: : Meg did. Her brow furrowed as she read the paragraph. It was well worn. It mentioned Thщden the King, his rule, and his kingdom. When she finished, she shoved the book back to Jerico.
: : "So?"
: : "So???" Jerico asked incredulously. "That's all you have to say??? So?!"
: : "Shhh!" Meg reprimanded as the librarian looked at them. She smiled at her and looked back at Jerico. "Explain."
: : Jerico sighed. He proceeded to explain.
: : "Thщden the King was one of the most noble king of Rohan in Lord of the Rings."
: : "I know the story," Meg said. "I've read about it when I was a kid."
: : "Well," Jerico said. "The how about this." He started reading from the book. "'The treasure of Rohan is great, yes. But it has been said that there is one, greater treasure, that has been kept secret for many generations. This, as been told to me, is a secret so great that men would fight for it, and nations would fight nations for its knowledge. This is the secret of the Hidden land beyond the Sea. The land of those who have passed through Middle-earth. The Land of Valinor.'"
: : "But..." Meg interrupted.
: : "Wait, there is more," Jerico stopped her. "'The Land, however, cannot be found without the keys. For so long, men have wondered what these keys are. And this, also, I know. Theoden had the key hidden in the only place where men would dare overlook. A place so simple that it is in plain view, and yet, hidden. They fist key was hidden craftily by Theoden himself in the head of his Spear. The other key was given to Gandalf the White, of whom no-one has heard of then on.'"
: : Jerico closed the book and smiled at Meg.
: : "Uhm, we seem to be forgetting a little fact," Meg smiled back. "the Lord of the Rings is fiction. Written by Tolkien himself to his children."
: : "And here," Jerico said. "Tolkien himself pledged this." He opened the book again, flipped a few pages, and then started to read.
: : "'For so long, people have thought that the Lord of the Rings was a wonderful figment of my imagination, and they have marveled at my talent of making it sound so real. To this, I say this fact: it sounded so real, because it was real. The land of Middle-earth was Earth, in its long forgotten age. Science has dated the Earth based on the evidence that they have found, but what of those they haven't? The Earth holds mysteries that baffle our minds. The civilization that we know exists through the ages are but a small percentage of the actual number of civilizations that has existed ever since Earth was born. The myths of Elves and Dwarves and Dragons are so similar in every culture. But myths and legends, no matter how wild or fantastic, still hold a grain of truth in them. It is foolhardy for us to limit our imagination and knowledge to what is presented, and known, for so often, the greatest truths are often found in those that are unknown.'"
: : This time, Meg didn't interrupt. She just stared at Jerico, in disbelief and amazement.
: : "There you have it," Jerico said. "Straight from Tolkien himself."
: : "Wow," was all Meg could say.
: : "And this might clear up one thing," Jerico added.
: : "What's that?" Meg asked.
: : "The novel that Tessa made which caused our enemy to act the way they did," Jerico said. "I think I know what it is."
: : Realization suddenly dawned on Meg. She gasped.
: : "The Aztec Spear," she whispered. "It is Theoden's Spear. The first key!"

: : -----

: : Chapter 29 [In The Nick of Time] (written by Brett (Yasim) Lambert & Goodsport)

: : The plane finally reached its destination.  Brett Lambert, still mesmerized by what he just read in the "Lord of the Rings" book, got off the plane and began his search for his brother.  He had to find him and make sure that he was OK.

: : - - -

: : The ten surviving goons surrounding the hiding place were inching their way closer, despite the hail of bullets from Indy and Aragorn.
: : "Damnit, I'm almost out of ammo!" screamed Indy.
: : "Hold on!" Aragorn replied, "I'll pass you some of my clips!"
: : The flash of light from the sky hit the surrounding area, hitting both sides by surprise.
: : As Indy and Aragorn hurried back to their feet in anticipation for the goons' final push on their position, they instead found themselves all alone on the compound.
: : They glanced at each other, each returning a shrug to the other.

: : - - -

: : Brett closed the book after having read more of the text he knew didn't belong in the book.  His thoughts then wondered back to his eventual destination.
: : "Boy, what an original name, that Indy!" Brett thought to himself sarcastically, as he stepped off the plane.

: : - - -

: : In his rental car, Brett followed Aragorn's directions to the house where Indy James was being held.  He immediately spotted both Aragorn and a strange looking man who apparently called himself 'Indy' waiting outside the house.
: : Brett approached Aragorn and Indy.
: : "All right, Aragorn!  What have you done to my brother?" Brett commanded.
: : "Huh?  That bastard is your brother?" Indy sneered.
: : "Damn right, Indy" Brett responded. "Now, Aragorn, where is my brother?"
: : "He's in the house locked up again." Aragorn responded.
: : "Again?" Brett asked.
: : "Yeah, he tried to escape but I shot the butterball with a tranquilizer dart," explained Aragorn.
: : "Butterball? James isn't fat!" Brett said confused.
: : "Nevermind that.  It's an inside joke!" Aragorn explained. "Now let's go in the house, and I'll show you your traitor brother"
: : "Fine!" Brett said. "But he's no traitor.  He must have been forced to do evil things!"
: : Brett, Aragorn, and Indy walked into the house and directed Brett to where he was being held.  He was being held in a room down the corridor.
: : "Jimbo!" yelled Brett with enthusiasm.
: : "Brett" called back James in a subdued tone.  He was experiencing the after effects of drowsiness when being hit with a tranquilizer dart.
: : "I'm so glad to see you, James.  I thought they-" Brett was interrupted as Goodsport and Short Round burst through the door.
: : "Hey guys!" yelled Short Round. "I'm sorry, Goodsport and I couldn't find a hotel room for us.  They all had NO VACANCY signs and hookers in the lobby!  It was scary!"
: : Short Round stopped and noticed Brett. 
: : "Hey!  Who's this guy?" Shorty asked referring to Brett.
: : Before any answer could be given, Brett pulled out his big fat "Lord of the Rings" book out.
: : "You bastard!!" yelled Brett as he threw the giant book at Short Round.
: : "OWWWWWW!!!  You idiot!  You broke my nose!  You broke my F***ing nose!!" Short Round exclaimed in extreme pain as he held his nose with his two hands and blood trickled out.
: : Before Brett could do anymore to help his brother escape, Aragorn and Indy punched him in the face, and tied him up.  They threw him in the cell with James.
: : "That'll teach ya!" sneered Indy.
: : The four soon left to help Short Round out.
: : "Ahhh, how are we doing James?" asked Brett to strike up some conversation.
: : "Same as always" replied James.
: : "That bad huh?" said Brett.
: : "Yep" answered James. "Man, us Lamberts have no luck at all!"
: : "You said it James!"

: : -----

: : Chapter 30 [No Silence in the Library] (written by Deirdre)

: : Neither Meg nor Indiana Jerico remembered witnessing the dark shadow enter the library.  Mrs. Pemberely, the chief librarian wordlessly stood stupefied by her desk, without taking into particular notice the dozen of books that she had spilled unto the pristine white marble floor.  As the cloaked figure strode in with two massive formidable machine guns, which he held firmly in each of hands, she opened her mouth to protest but her eyes turned white and she fainted even before the first gunshots erupted.

: : - - -

: : Instinctively Indiana Jerico grabbed Meg by the waist and dove for the nearest shelves. Tumultuous riot broke out as innocent bystanders sought shelter and ran for the exits. Loud wailing and screams were audible and Meg held her ears shut at the deafening roar of the machine gun. In horror she watched a young girl, who couldn't be a year older than her, arch her body in pain as brutal bullets riveted into her body. It took Indiana Jerico every ounce of strength to keep her from bursting out into the open and confront the stranger. 
: : Without uttering a word, for their eyes said everything, he handed her one of his customized Colt .45's. He himself seized his semiautomatic and gave her a conspiring nod and they separated ways. From the corner of his eyes, Jerico watched her lithe body roll over to the opposite side of the library and immediately spring on her feet to take firing position. Impressive, he thought to himself.

: : - - -

: : In the meantime, most of the people who had been in library had either escaped past this bloodthirsty avenger or had found a safe hiding place behind a shelf or table.  Occasionally he could still hear a whimper or a frightful moan.

: : - - -

: : The red-haired intruder moved to the center of the room and stood there stock-still, while his eyes that were hidden behind vicious Oakleys, surveyed his milieu calmly.  His rasping voice, hinting of a crude Scottish accent, broke the icy silence, "Agent Indiana Jerico! Come out you milksop! I know you are in here! I can't wait to see yer face again after all these years!"

: : - - -
:  
: : "Deirdre, Darling" Nobody mouthed, exhaling a cloud of murky smoke, and beckoning her closer. "See to it that Indiana James accomplishes his mission.  My inhibitions tell me that his older brother Brett will obviously try to persuade him to change�"sides".  Hadn't you had attached a detector on his jacket?"
: : Deirdre nodded. "Yes, with a mini-camera as well, so we can monitor his actions."
: : "Very good my dear," he patted her shoulder, "now go and check up on him and the Fiddler, personally.  I've made arrangements for you to catch the morning flight tomorrow to Poland.  Incognito of course, no one is to know that you are in Poland."

: : - - -
:  
: : Michealson knew that something was awfully out of order even before one of his facilitators reached him and handed him the fax. He scanned the brief message briefly and picked up the phone.

: : - - -

: : "Aragorn! Watch out!" Indy exclaimed. Just in time Aragorn could step away from the window as the glass shattered into a million pieces and scattered aimlessly into the room. Debris of glass splinters tore into Indy's arms as he threw up his hands to cover his face.
: : "You okay?" Aragon inquired with his back to him as he took aim at the gunmen hiding in the bushes.
: : Indy nodded grimacing and joined Aragorn by the fending off the gunmen. I've been through worse things, he muttered to himself.
: : Suddenly they heard a loud crash from the back of the house and the thundering sound of footsteps and shouts of people barging in from the backdoor. Indy and Aragorn exchanged knowing looks as they stood up to face the intruders. It was clear that they were trapped. There was only one solution left�

: : - - -

: : Unbelievably Meg stared as Indiana Jerico strode out of the shadows, from behind the stack of children's books. " Nooo Jerico! He's going to kill you!"
: : "Megan, I want you to stay out of this." Indiana Jerico said calmly, his dark eyes looking her straight in the eyes. This had been the first time he had ever called her by her real name; she was about to comment but stopped herself. This was clearly personal.

: : - - -

: : "Aha!" the man scoffed as he scrutinized the black clad agent before him. "So chicken-heart shows himself finally!"  
: : "I was wondering myself where you've been all this time." Indiana Jerico stepped forward not letting go of his gun.  The two men silently stood across from each other for what seemed eons.
: : "Hmm, where's your beautiful accomplice?"
: : "The girl stays out of this." Jerico's voice was merely a whisper yet its impact vibrated through the high ceiling and arches of the library. 
: : "Woh-ho! Ever the chivalrous hero!" Mocking laughter resonated through the hall.  
: : "You are going to pay for this, Groo!" 
: : Megan sucked in her breath at the remark. So this was� 
: : Groo threw back his red mane. "You haven't changed at all, Jerico. You could've made a remarkable career with us, if it weren't for you and your women�"
: : Meg couldn't recall who fired the first gunshot.  Suddenly the two men were shooting at each other while trying to evade the other's firing range. 
: : Not heading to Jerico's warning she bolted out of her hiding place and took aim.  Even before she could fire, a gunshot arose.
: : A scream.  Then her body slumped to the ground.

: : - - -

: : The men filed into the house, after having broken in through the backdoor. They rushed into the kitchen, and scattered into the remaining rooms. After inspecting every room thoroughly, one of the men took out his transistor radio. "Uhm淗elta-1, here," he announced, slightly hesitant, "Sir, they are not here! We've searched everywhere."

: : - - -

: : Indiana Jerico fired once and hit Groo right in between his two eyes. The Oakleys Groo had been wearing fell from his face, revealing venom-green horrified eyes that bore into Jerico's expressionless black ones.
: : Vengence has been paid. Clenching his fists, Jerico watched yet another body fall to the ground.
: : Then it was still in the deserted cathedral-like library.
: : "Megan�" Jerico softly whispered, as he lifted her head and examined her wound. Luckily, the bullet had missed her heart by inches and instead hit her in her left shoulder blade. "You hard-headed idiot!" he fuzzed as he pulled off his shirt and rolled it together, so as to cushion her head, "What the HELL did think you were doing?! I told you to stay OUT of this! Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!?! You could've been� killed! You know what you are?! You ...are... a--."
: : Smiling a bit, she silenced his lips with the tip of her fingers and whispered hoarsely, "Jerico?"
: : He bent down to her, frightened that she had been hurt elsewhere, internally "Yes?"
: : Meg slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.
: : "Just shut up and kiss me."
: : In the distance, oblivious to them, the howling of the approaching police cars and ambulances could be heard.

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