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and the
Golden Vampires
INDIANA JONESN
AND THE
GOLDEN VAMPIRES
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Introduction
Indiana Jones sat back in his chair at the
open air cafe and relaxed as a waiter set a
bowl of soup before him.
It
was a beautiful day
in San Francisco and he fully intended to
enjoy his meal. The last few days had been,
well, busy. He had earned a few days of rest.
Indy had just touched the laden spoon to his
lips when a commotion broke out behind him.
Someone bumped into his chair,
spilling
the
soup from the spoon onto his shirt. "What the
..."
he managed to get out before a man's hand
reached out over his head and dropped some-
thing into his soup bowl.
Indy
turned around
just in time to see the owner ofthe hand slump
to the ground clutching a bloodied wound in
his chest.
Indy immediately slid out of his chair to
check the man on the ground. As he did so he
absentmindedly stuck the soup spoon in his
pocket. While he bent over the man to check
his pulse, the young oriental opened his eyes
briefly and whispered,
"The
key ... Uncle Li."
Then he died.
There was some more commotion coming
from inside the cafe. Indy quickly touched the
man's eyes closed and stood up. As
nonchalantly as was possible for
such
an
action, he stuck his hand into his soup. It took
a second, but Indy was able to find the key
that the dead man had dropped. He held it up
long enough to notice that the key was carved
4
from jade. Then he slipped it into his pocket.
"I
see that you have found my key," came a
voice from behind him.
Indy spun around and found himself faced
by five Chinese men dressed in suits. Four of
them spread out around him, cutting off all
but one route of escape. Indy looked at the
man who had addressed him. "I take it that
this is your handiwork," Indy gestured to-
ward the dead man.
"Ah,
my poor misguided nephew," the man
said sadly. "I told him several
times
that this
would happen ifhe kept up his dealings with
that tong." He paused for a moment, then
added in a threatening tone,
"If
you would
avoid his fate, my friend, I would advise you to
give up the key. The tong that performed this
horrible act would not hesitate to repeat it
...
on you." The four men moved closer.
Indy shrugged and said,
"If
that's the way
you want it ..." He reached into his pocket,
grabbed the forgotten soup spoon, threw it
over the uncle's head and dived beneath a
table. While the five men were scrambling to
find what they thought was the key, Indy
dashed away from the cafe and into a side
street. Behind him he heard the uncle yelling,
"That's not the key! Get him!!!"
Indy smiled grimly.
So much for a day off,
he thought.
Introduction
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