Time Turner
. . . fiction by Odyssea
. . .Wild Goose Chase. . .
Indiana Jones was sick of eggs.
He'd spent six weeks hunting down six Faberge eggs which had gone missing along with the Romanov family during the Russian Revolution of 1917. At this point, Indy figured it would be easier to find the Romanovs - dead or alive - than finding the eggs.
In any case, Marcus was so damned persistant that these eggs be found. Apparently, these eggs, though less than fifty years old, were far more important than a new dig in the jungles of Mexico or the latest artifacts arriving from Africa. So Indy had gotten on a plane to London, where he'd followed the trail of the Faberge first to France, and then to Portugal, dodging unscrupulous art dealers and unethical archaeologists in the search to recover the lost Faberge.
That was six weeks ago. Six weeks of inedible food, dirty clothes and several rather painful fistfights and chases. Finally, finally, he'd tracked the eggs down to a tiny shack in rural Greece. At last he could recover the eggs, put them in the museum and get back to important things.
At least until the building blew up.
Two weeks later, as Indy limped his way back to an Atlantic port, he saw that one of those unscrupulous art dealers had "discovered" the six Faberge eggs in perfect condition in a warehouse in Prague. It turned out that the trail to Greece was a plant, set up to get him off the true trail of the eggs.
Back at the college, Indy was settling back into classes and research. Despite numerous inquiries, he refused to say anything about the eggs. In the end, all that remained of the infamous egg hunt was a note sent to Marcus Brody, reading:
"Thanks for the wild goose hunt."
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