Raiders Prologue [rl w/Jack]

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It had been a long tract through the jungles, the sun high by the time they reached the deeper parts. Of course, compared to how hard it had been trying to wake up Jack! The walk through the jungle was like a walk in the park. Indy had gone a little serious, keeping his eyes on Satipo and Barranca- the native porters weren't a problem. They had no

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[wannabesanta]

Jack had been sleep walking ever since Uncle Jones had forced him up early. His body hunched over as they trailed, he was conscience enough that if one was to ask him something, Jack would nod or make some mumbling soud back.
That was until the man heard the scream, at which Jack almost fell backwards and jiggered. "What in the name of Rudolph was that?! We're all going to die!!"

(Sorry net doesnt like me much today T_T)

[high_milage]

(is ok *hug*)

Indy watched Jack stagger back, not bothering to hide a grin, "That means we're on the right track." The porters however took head to the warning, dropping their cargo and rushing back into the jungle.

Indy sighed and looked at the back- not too bothered by their lack of carriers. Satipo eyed the other man warily as they came to a river, Jones walking towards the water to get a better view of the area.

[wannabesanta]

(*hugs back* and are you on aim?)

"How to make a guy's hair stand on end!" Jack exclaimed as he pull himself up from the jungle floor and since the elf had brown hair, Jack took a moment to see if it really was standing on end because of that.

Frost brushed himself off, "There're just going to leave us aren't they?" Watching the guides run off.

"Do we have to cross?" Jack whispered to Indy, referring to the river.

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He turned to watch the porters vanish into the jungle before glancing back at Jack with a nod, "Yeah. I don't blame them though." he moved forward a bit, staying on the same side of the river. There was a small dart stuck into the side of one of the trees. He pulled it out and looked at the sharpened point before tossing it aside and signaling the others to follow him.

Baranca picked up the discarded dart, tasting the tip before spitting out the poison, "Still fresh, the Horvitos are following us!" he glanced around in worry.

"If they knew we were here- they'd have killed us all read."