Summer 1925
Bedford, New York
Marshall College
It was a particularly dark night and shadows cast even greater demons when the moonlight entered through the windows of the empty College Office Building except it wasn't empty and Dr. Corbin, professor of Archaeology, had turned the lights off in his office after a long night of grading term papers, and quietly dozed off in his chair. After several hours of uninterrupted sleep, Corbin heard a noise which woke him from his slumber. Suddenly opening his eyes, he looked around the room to get his bearings and realized he'd dozed off in his office when he heard a second noise outside his office doors. He was not alone. Corbin stood up from his chair and walked to his office door, through the clouded window of the office door he could see shadows in movement. People were walking the halls at this hour, it must be students attempting to play a prank he thought to himself. I'll end this right now. He opened the door to find nothing but empty hallway.
He gasped before a pair of arms grabbed him from behind there was a short struggle before he escaped his captor, what appeared to be a man wielding an ax, dressed in the garb of a seventeenth century British soldier, he had a scar on his hand, and he was headless... The man raised his weapon in the air ready to strike. Corbin rushed over to his desk drawer where he had a hidden revolver, but he was too late. The ax sailed through the air, the tip of its blade super-heated, cut clean through Corbin's neck and struck into the office wall. The professor's head rolled to the floor and the headless man retrieved his ax before vanishing from the office.
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August 1925
Bedford, New York
Marshall College
It was Monday morning the 24th, and the beginning of the Fall semester at Marshall College. Indy wore his grey suit and his usual fedora and carried a suitcase in hand. He had arrived on campus as soon as he could after his boss at London University had told him he was being sent back to the states for a temporary assignment at Marshall College. Indy was certain it was punishment for being new to teaching, and now that his old boss was gone he had no one to vouch for him; but at least it was only a semester, and he was told he was to return to London immediately after to continue work at the University. Deirdre was continuing her studies in London, and she had not been herself lately after the loss of her mother, and so the recently blossomed relationship seemed to be dying as quickly as it had grown. It seemed to be for the best that he was away for a few months.
He took in deep breath of campus fresh air as he walked past a lovely garden while students passed by in all directions heading towards their places of study. Two gentlemen in suits seemed to be watching him as he approached. "Dr. Jones, I presume?" the larger man with a cane asked.
"Why yes," he replied.
"Welcome to Marshall College campus. This here is Dr. Adams Dean of Students, and I am Dr. Black chairman of the campus's history department and your new boss."
"Pleasure to meet you both," he said shaking both gentlemen's hands.
"Thank you for arriving so soon for the replacement this semester, we can't thank you enough for you to come out here and help with the students. Let us give you a campus tour and show you where you will be staying.
The two gave Indy the campus tour showing him all the places he needed to know for his stay, and by the end of the tour he was shown his new office, classroom, and faculty suite where he would be staying. He thanked the two before they left, and he began to unpack his suitcase on the bed. It wasn't much, just clothes, his journal, his teaching materials, and his field equipment which consisted of his bullwhip, his .455 Webley revolver, and his satchel. He began to organize and place his things in the drawers provided bedside.
He was thinking about rest when he looked at his watch, it was almost time for his first two-hour class at nine o'clock. He grabbed his briefcase full of teaching material and headed toward Stroud Hall where his classroom was located. Along the way he ran into Dr. Black who said he wanted to sit in on his first class. Great, that's all I need someone looking over my shoulder.
As Black guided Indy to classroom 113, Indy opened the door to see all of his students sitting at their desks. There must have been thirty to forty students. Suddenly Indy felt a bit uneasy as he put his briefcase down and placed his fedora at his desk and, but Dr. Black was the first to break the silence.
"Good morning, class. I want you all to welcome, Dr. Jones who will be your professor of Archaeology this semester. He is a visiting professor from London University and experienced archaeologist who has done exceptional fieldwork in Greece, Iraq, Egypt, and just returned from his work in Scotland," Black said as he spoke to the class, making eye contact with his daughter Shay.
A few students clapped for Indy as he approached the front and Dr. Black took a seat at the back.
"Thank you, I appreciate the welcome, Dr. Black and class. I'll begin Archaeology 101 - Discovering the Past with this quote from Lord George Gordon Byron, The best prophet of the future is the past."
He put his glasses on before breaking out the syllabus and going over the general outline of topics to be discussed over the semester. He was a bit intimidated while he read, but hoped it wouldn't show too much. It was dull, boring first day as usual, and Indy could already gauge the students by seeing who was paying attention and who wasn't as he went over the introduction. Some students were already sleeping. Indy noticed a few girls passing notes and smiling at him. They were very attractive, but he didn't allow himself to be distracted from the lecture. It was going to be a long two-hours.
Bedford, New York
Marshall College
It was a particularly dark night and shadows cast even greater demons when the moonlight entered through the windows of the empty College Office Building except it wasn't empty and Dr. Corbin, professor of Archaeology, had turned the lights off in his office after a long night of grading term papers, and quietly dozed off in his chair. After several hours of uninterrupted sleep, Corbin heard a noise which woke him from his slumber. Suddenly opening his eyes, he looked around the room to get his bearings and realized he'd dozed off in his office when he heard a second noise outside his office doors. He was not alone. Corbin stood up from his chair and walked to his office door, through the clouded window of the office door he could see shadows in movement. People were walking the halls at this hour, it must be students attempting to play a prank he thought to himself. I'll end this right now. He opened the door to find nothing but empty hallway.
He gasped before a pair of arms grabbed him from behind there was a short struggle before he escaped his captor, what appeared to be a man wielding an ax, dressed in the garb of a seventeenth century British soldier, he had a scar on his hand, and he was headless... The man raised his weapon in the air ready to strike. Corbin rushed over to his desk drawer where he had a hidden revolver, but he was too late. The ax sailed through the air, the tip of its blade super-heated, cut clean through Corbin's neck and struck into the office wall. The professor's head rolled to the floor and the headless man retrieved his ax before vanishing from the office.
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August 1925
Bedford, New York
Marshall College
It was Monday morning the 24th, and the beginning of the Fall semester at Marshall College. Indy wore his grey suit and his usual fedora and carried a suitcase in hand. He had arrived on campus as soon as he could after his boss at London University had told him he was being sent back to the states for a temporary assignment at Marshall College. Indy was certain it was punishment for being new to teaching, and now that his old boss was gone he had no one to vouch for him; but at least it was only a semester, and he was told he was to return to London immediately after to continue work at the University. Deirdre was continuing her studies in London, and she had not been herself lately after the loss of her mother, and so the recently blossomed relationship seemed to be dying as quickly as it had grown. It seemed to be for the best that he was away for a few months.
He took in deep breath of campus fresh air as he walked past a lovely garden while students passed by in all directions heading towards their places of study. Two gentlemen in suits seemed to be watching him as he approached. "Dr. Jones, I presume?" the larger man with a cane asked.
"Why yes," he replied.
"Welcome to Marshall College campus. This here is Dr. Adams Dean of Students, and I am Dr. Black chairman of the campus's history department and your new boss."
"Pleasure to meet you both," he said shaking both gentlemen's hands.
"Thank you for arriving so soon for the replacement this semester, we can't thank you enough for you to come out here and help with the students. Let us give you a campus tour and show you where you will be staying.
The two gave Indy the campus tour showing him all the places he needed to know for his stay, and by the end of the tour he was shown his new office, classroom, and faculty suite where he would be staying. He thanked the two before they left, and he began to unpack his suitcase on the bed. It wasn't much, just clothes, his journal, his teaching materials, and his field equipment which consisted of his bullwhip, his .455 Webley revolver, and his satchel. He began to organize and place his things in the drawers provided bedside.
He was thinking about rest when he looked at his watch, it was almost time for his first two-hour class at nine o'clock. He grabbed his briefcase full of teaching material and headed toward Stroud Hall where his classroom was located. Along the way he ran into Dr. Black who said he wanted to sit in on his first class. Great, that's all I need someone looking over my shoulder.
As Black guided Indy to classroom 113, Indy opened the door to see all of his students sitting at their desks. There must have been thirty to forty students. Suddenly Indy felt a bit uneasy as he put his briefcase down and placed his fedora at his desk and, but Dr. Black was the first to break the silence.
"Good morning, class. I want you all to welcome, Dr. Jones who will be your professor of Archaeology this semester. He is a visiting professor from London University and experienced archaeologist who has done exceptional fieldwork in Greece, Iraq, Egypt, and just returned from his work in Scotland," Black said as he spoke to the class, making eye contact with his daughter Shay.
A few students clapped for Indy as he approached the front and Dr. Black took a seat at the back.
"Thank you, I appreciate the welcome, Dr. Black and class. I'll begin Archaeology 101 - Discovering the Past with this quote from Lord George Gordon Byron, The best prophet of the future is the past."
He put his glasses on before breaking out the syllabus and going over the general outline of topics to be discussed over the semester. He was a bit intimidated while he read, but hoped it wouldn't show too much. It was dull, boring first day as usual, and Indy could already gauge the students by seeing who was paying attention and who wasn't as he went over the introduction. Some students were already sleeping. Indy noticed a few girls passing notes and smiling at him. They were very attractive, but he didn't allow himself to be distracted from the lecture. It was going to be a long two-hours.
