JuniorJones
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Translation - Part 27
"Perhaps," Indiana confessed sheepishly. "I think it is time to apologize.?
"Forget it," said Henley. He smiled wryly. "No problem, we are accustomed to most people being suspicious of us. Apparently, this is the fate of all police officers. Not many understand that we are on their side."
Indiana hand was unsteady with the cup of coffee, the one Reuben had poured out him, he took a hearty drink and waitedcfor the stimulating effect to take hold.His headaches were likely to get worse, but the thinking was a little bit easier now. At least lucid enough to admit that he is - to put it very carefully- had been a fool.
"Who is this Ramos?"
Reuben also took a sip of coffee and made a face that Indiana could not say whether it was a grimace on the drink or the name he had heard.
"A pretty bad guy, "he said.?We still do not know very much about him - but what we know, that's enough."
"If, there is such a thing here, the uncrowned king of the underworld" Henley added. "There is not within a distance of fifty miles a crooked business in which he has not kept his fingers in it. Ranging from marijuana to a hired contract killer. You can have everything from him - if you can pay. "
Reuben put down his cup and looked at Indiana seriously, almost worried. "You're lucky that you still have your life, Dr. Jones, "he said.?If even half right, what we know about Ramos, a human life does not count for much. "
"I know," said Indiana.
The two FBI men exchanged a puzzled glance.
"You saw him?" said Henley. Indiana nodded.
"Then you have something ahead of us," added Reuben, "We do not even know how he looks."
"Oh, you're not missed much?, muttered Indiana rescued by another sip from his cup before further talking further.
"What does he want from you?" asked Henley.
"The same as you," said Indy. "Knowing where Professor Corda is. "
"Have you told him?" said Reuben.
"I do not know," said Indiana irritated.
"And of course you had not told him, if you knew, "Reuben said mockingly.
Indiana stared at him. "I might." He replied. Reuben's face darkened. "Why?"
"Because he has Marian," said Indiana. "And Marcus Brody.?
For a few seconds, it was very quiet. Reuben looked suddenly
very carefully, while Henley was honestly concerned.
"What do you mean?" Reuben asked finally.
"That is exactly what I said," growled Indiana. "His men have kidnapped and Marian Corda and Marcus. He has given me three days to find Stanley Corda. Or he they will kill them both. "
"Kidnapped?" Reuben is reassured again. Indiana was a little confused. The FBI man did not look at all frightened, or at least affected from, but almost pleased.
"Yes," confirmed Indiana. "Why do you ask?"
"Because that gives us the opportunity to act differently? answered Reuben's in Henley?s place. "Forget not - we're FBI agents. Our powers are nevertheless restricted. But, in a case of kidnapping we can go to local police. We are your friend along with Mr.Corda, so do not worry. Where's the phone? "
Indiana gestured with a nod to what was once where his desk had been. ?Somewhere over there?? he said.
Henley stood up and began to sift through the cluttered torn papers and books on the telephone. Indiana watched him a moment before he turned back to Reuben.
"What does a man like Stanley Corda have to do with Ramos??
"We?ve ask ourselves," said Reuben. "We ..." He hesitated. After a few seconds he looked at his colleagues almost helpless and the silent dialogue with their eyes did not escape Indiana, Ruben then nodded to Henley almost imperceptibly, Reuben took a deep audible breath and began again.
"We'll be very frank with you, Dr. Jones. In any case, as far as we can. This is not just for a few stolen art objects cleared from a Pharaoh's grave. We not even clear on any details, but it?s quite possible that it is a matter of national interest concerns. I must therefore be absolute and you undertake not to disclose. "
"Why this sudden confidence," asked Indiana, without respond directly to Reuben's words.
The FBI man was now but a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat. "After our last meeting we have inquiries. Jones, "he said.?We now know who you are and especially what you are " He smiled a little embarrassed. "I think we can trust you.?
Henley had finally found the phone and began to dial the number; Reuben drank another awkward sip of coffee before he went on. "Whatever Professor Corda found or discovered or stolen or whatever it must be a big deal."
Indiana ran his hand over his aching neck. "That?s the impression I had."
Reuben shook his head. "I mean big in the literal sense, "he said. "Henley and I were not completely inactive in the last days. We still do not know what role Ramos plays in this whole affair, but we nevertheless know what Professor Corda wanted from him. "
"And what is it?" Said Indiana, as Reuben did not continue to speak out.
The FBI man shrugged his shoulders. "If I am right "he said," equipment for an expedition.?
Indiana looked at him quizzically.
"Perhaps," Indiana confessed sheepishly. "I think it is time to apologize.?
"Forget it," said Henley. He smiled wryly. "No problem, we are accustomed to most people being suspicious of us. Apparently, this is the fate of all police officers. Not many understand that we are on their side."
Indiana hand was unsteady with the cup of coffee, the one Reuben had poured out him, he took a hearty drink and waitedcfor the stimulating effect to take hold.His headaches were likely to get worse, but the thinking was a little bit easier now. At least lucid enough to admit that he is - to put it very carefully- had been a fool.
"Who is this Ramos?"
Reuben also took a sip of coffee and made a face that Indiana could not say whether it was a grimace on the drink or the name he had heard.
"A pretty bad guy, "he said.?We still do not know very much about him - but what we know, that's enough."
"If, there is such a thing here, the uncrowned king of the underworld" Henley added. "There is not within a distance of fifty miles a crooked business in which he has not kept his fingers in it. Ranging from marijuana to a hired contract killer. You can have everything from him - if you can pay. "
Reuben put down his cup and looked at Indiana seriously, almost worried. "You're lucky that you still have your life, Dr. Jones, "he said.?If even half right, what we know about Ramos, a human life does not count for much. "
"I know," said Indiana.
The two FBI men exchanged a puzzled glance.
"You saw him?" said Henley. Indiana nodded.
"Then you have something ahead of us," added Reuben, "We do not even know how he looks."
"Oh, you're not missed much?, muttered Indiana rescued by another sip from his cup before further talking further.
"What does he want from you?" asked Henley.
"The same as you," said Indy. "Knowing where Professor Corda is. "
"Have you told him?" said Reuben.
"I do not know," said Indiana irritated.
"And of course you had not told him, if you knew, "Reuben said mockingly.
Indiana stared at him. "I might." He replied. Reuben's face darkened. "Why?"
"Because he has Marian," said Indiana. "And Marcus Brody.?
For a few seconds, it was very quiet. Reuben looked suddenly
very carefully, while Henley was honestly concerned.
"What do you mean?" Reuben asked finally.
"That is exactly what I said," growled Indiana. "His men have kidnapped and Marian Corda and Marcus. He has given me three days to find Stanley Corda. Or he they will kill them both. "
"Kidnapped?" Reuben is reassured again. Indiana was a little confused. The FBI man did not look at all frightened, or at least affected from, but almost pleased.
"Yes," confirmed Indiana. "Why do you ask?"
"Because that gives us the opportunity to act differently? answered Reuben's in Henley?s place. "Forget not - we're FBI agents. Our powers are nevertheless restricted. But, in a case of kidnapping we can go to local police. We are your friend along with Mr.Corda, so do not worry. Where's the phone? "
Indiana gestured with a nod to what was once where his desk had been. ?Somewhere over there?? he said.
Henley stood up and began to sift through the cluttered torn papers and books on the telephone. Indiana watched him a moment before he turned back to Reuben.
"What does a man like Stanley Corda have to do with Ramos??
"We?ve ask ourselves," said Reuben. "We ..." He hesitated. After a few seconds he looked at his colleagues almost helpless and the silent dialogue with their eyes did not escape Indiana, Ruben then nodded to Henley almost imperceptibly, Reuben took a deep audible breath and began again.
"We'll be very frank with you, Dr. Jones. In any case, as far as we can. This is not just for a few stolen art objects cleared from a Pharaoh's grave. We not even clear on any details, but it?s quite possible that it is a matter of national interest concerns. I must therefore be absolute and you undertake not to disclose. "
"Why this sudden confidence," asked Indiana, without respond directly to Reuben's words.
The FBI man was now but a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat. "After our last meeting we have inquiries. Jones, "he said.?We now know who you are and especially what you are " He smiled a little embarrassed. "I think we can trust you.?
Henley had finally found the phone and began to dial the number; Reuben drank another awkward sip of coffee before he went on. "Whatever Professor Corda found or discovered or stolen or whatever it must be a big deal."
Indiana ran his hand over his aching neck. "That?s the impression I had."
Reuben shook his head. "I mean big in the literal sense, "he said. "Henley and I were not completely inactive in the last days. We still do not know what role Ramos plays in this whole affair, but we nevertheless know what Professor Corda wanted from him. "
"And what is it?" Said Indiana, as Reuben did not continue to speak out.
The FBI man shrugged his shoulders. "If I am right "he said," equipment for an expedition.?
Indiana looked at him quizzically.