Marshall College campus security and officers of the Westchester County Police Department had already arrived at the church before Dr. Jones and Jackie. There seemed to be another murder scene on campus. Captain Irving was speaking with another officer. "I want a twenty foot perimeter and a full sweep of the campus. Who the hell would decapitate a reverend? This is supposed to be a nice, quiet campus. You got rosebushes on every damn sidewalk."
"The wound is cauterized again. Same M.O. as Dr. Corbin," said a Lieutenant.
Indy grabbed Jackie's arm and whispered into her ear, "I think its a good idea if we leave." He had a bad feeling about this place, like he was being watched not by someone but something.
"Dr. Jones, what the hell are you doing out here this late?" said Indy's boss Professor Black as he slowly approached the two from behind. He leaned against his cane and glared with a wrinkled face first at Jackie then at Indy.
"Sir, we only heard all the activity going on here and went to see what was going on."
"The police have everything under control, now you leave this scene to the professionals or you are suspended until further notice. End of discussion." Dr. Black said harshly as he walked away towards Captain Irving.
"Yes sir." Indy replied bitterly under his breath.
"You have any ideas where we can look for clues without running into trouble?" he asked quietly looking at Jackie.
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Indy picked up the old Bible and inspected it. It was extremely old and worn, its pages showed user wear over time. This book has been read through many times, and has seen better days. He opened up the front of the old Bible and read an old signature. "By God.." He gasped. His face lit up with excitement as he realized the significance of the artifact he was holding. "This is no ordinary Bible. This is George Washington's Bible!" He pointed at Washington's signature, then noticed the marker placement. "It has a passage marked in the Book of Revelations..." He opened the holy book to the passage that was marked.
“And there before me stood a white horse, and it’s rider held a bow. And his name was Death. And then a voice like thunder said, ‘Come and see!’”
Indiana Jones has done much of his research with ancient texts to include and extensive knowledge of the Old and New Testaments of the Jewish-Christian scriptures. "This tells of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse."
“And there before me stood a white horse, and it’s rider held a bow. And his name was Death. And then a voice like thunder said, ‘Come and see!’”
Indiana Jones has done much of his research with ancient texts to include and extensive knowledge of the Old and New Testaments of the Jewish-Christian scriptures. "This tells of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse."
"Shh!" he said quietly. "I'm not going to take it from you," Indy raised his arms in an innocent gesture. "But you need to be quiet or someone will find us in here." He looked out the window of the office door to make sure no one was patrolling the hall, then glanced at Jackie who was still freaking out. If she doesn't stay cool, she'll get me in trouble. "Just stay calm, and relax... worrying about things isn't going to help you. Think about why Corbin left you that book. He trusted you, maybe he left you a clue to what was happening to him."
Hey sorry for being slow during the week, I have a demanding job. How are you? Any questions, comments, concerns, thoughts, ideas on the story?
"I'm trying to figure out the same thing," he said removing the custodial cap he wore as cover. Indy pointed to the files over in Corbin's desk," I'm just trying to find out a clue in all this. I don't think Professor Corbin was murdered out of hate... I think they were after something. Something, he knew about, or had hidden around here..." Jones shuffled through Dr. Corbin's office rummaging over anything that looked to be of importance. Why would anyone want to kill an archaeology professor, anyways? There was something more than meets the eye about Corbin. Maybe he was involved with some bad people? No, Marcus spoke very highly of Corbin. He thought about all the possibilities. It frustrated him since he had so many unanswered questions as to what was going on around here, but he was determined to discover the truth. Then he remembered a conversation from earlier. Jackie was reading an old book she said her mentor had left behind, and here she was in Corbin's office. That's who her mentor was... Indy looked over at Jackie with a feeling that the book was a clue to all this mystery.
"Jackie, that book Doctor Corbin gave you... where is it?"
"Jackie, that book Doctor Corbin gave you... where is it?"
Indy heard a voice call out. It was a female voice, and sounded young. He peeked out from behind the desk to see Jackie creeping around the office. "What are you doing here?" he questioned as he stood up from his hiding place.
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The dirt road from Sleepy Hollow to Marshall College was black as the night. Only a glimpse of moonlight broke through the canopy of leaves from the surrounding Forrest. A headless rider and his ghostly white horse traveled swiftly. The white steed's hooves kicked up dirt and fallen leaves as it galloped towards their destination. It's eyes were glowing an unnatural red. It's rider clad in the old British uniform was the headless horseman, the mysterious murderer, a phantom in the night.
At the same hour, Reverend Alfred Knapp was locking the doors of St. Martin's Church. He was in a hurry. He knew what was happening around campus and had to stop them. Running to the graveyard with a shovel in hand, Reverend Knapp heard the eerie neighing of horse nearby and stopped in his tracks. Frantically the Reverend looked around the church's old graveyard to identify the source. Again the spooky sound of the ghoulish horse echoed through the night, but this time accompanied by the familiar hoof-trod of a galloping steed. Reverend Knapp panicked and ran for the exit of the graveyard... that's when he saw him.
The headless horseman blocked the exit. Dismounting the ghost horse, the man drew his ax and approached his target. Reverend Knapp stood his ground and furiously looked death in the face and growled with a righteous anger, challenging his opponent. The Reverend began to chant in a foreign language using witchcraft. HE raised his arms to summon the chain off a fence post as if he were charming a serpent, using the enchanted chain as weapon he sent it soaring at the horseman as his enemy raised his ax. The chain wrapped around the man's ax-wielding arm, momentarily halting the attack. Using no time to spare, Reverend Knapp cast a spell on another chain, sending it to wrap around the horseman's legs.
This seemed to have no effect on the Reverend's adversary, for with his free arm he took the ax and swung at the chain that wrapped his legs then with a twirl of the weapon at the chain that bound his arm. Instantaneously the metal chains broke as the ax cut through them without resistance. Reverend Knapp shouted with and sent the rest of the chain at his enemy's waist, but the headless ax-wielder twirled his weapon around his body releasing the chain-hold and marched toward it's prey. Flipping the ax with it's left hand the horseman cornered the old priest into the church wall.
"I'll never tell you where it is!" Reverend Knapp spat in defiance, but the horseman pressed forward until he stood facing the elderly man.
"I'm prepared to die..." Knapp confessed.
The horseman swung his ax with a two-handed grip, its axe-blade searing with heat of a furnace, removing the Reverend's head with a squishing thump; and then walked away to his horse.
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The dirt road from Sleepy Hollow to Marshall College was black as the night. Only a glimpse of moonlight broke through the canopy of leaves from the surrounding Forrest. A headless rider and his ghostly white horse traveled swiftly. The white steed's hooves kicked up dirt and fallen leaves as it galloped towards their destination. It's eyes were glowing an unnatural red. It's rider clad in the old British uniform was the headless horseman, the mysterious murderer, a phantom in the night.
At the same hour, Reverend Alfred Knapp was locking the doors of St. Martin's Church. He was in a hurry. He knew what was happening around campus and had to stop them. Running to the graveyard with a shovel in hand, Reverend Knapp heard the eerie neighing of horse nearby and stopped in his tracks. Frantically the Reverend looked around the church's old graveyard to identify the source. Again the spooky sound of the ghoulish horse echoed through the night, but this time accompanied by the familiar hoof-trod of a galloping steed. Reverend Knapp panicked and ran for the exit of the graveyard... that's when he saw him.
The headless horseman blocked the exit. Dismounting the ghost horse, the man drew his ax and approached his target. Reverend Knapp stood his ground and furiously looked death in the face and growled with a righteous anger, challenging his opponent. The Reverend began to chant in a foreign language using witchcraft. HE raised his arms to summon the chain off a fence post as if he were charming a serpent, using the enchanted chain as weapon he sent it soaring at the horseman as his enemy raised his ax. The chain wrapped around the man's ax-wielding arm, momentarily halting the attack. Using no time to spare, Reverend Knapp cast a spell on another chain, sending it to wrap around the horseman's legs.
This seemed to have no effect on the Reverend's adversary, for with his free arm he took the ax and swung at the chain that wrapped his legs then with a twirl of the weapon at the chain that bound his arm. Instantaneously the metal chains broke as the ax cut through them without resistance. Reverend Knapp shouted with and sent the rest of the chain at his enemy's waist, but the headless ax-wielder twirled his weapon around his body releasing the chain-hold and marched toward it's prey. Flipping the ax with it's left hand the horseman cornered the old priest into the church wall.
"I'll never tell you where it is!" Reverend Knapp spat in defiance, but the horseman pressed forward until he stood facing the elderly man.
"I'm prepared to die..." Knapp confessed.
The horseman swung his ax with a two-handed grip, its axe-blade searing with heat of a furnace, removing the Reverend's head with a squishing thump; and then walked away to his horse.
After his second class had ended, Indy waited until dark to begin investigating the campus. Avoiding the security night patrol, Indy began to search the office building. He discovered an unlocked janitor's closet and found a uniform which provided him a decent cover. He put on the coveralls taking a mop and bucket with him down the halls to Dr. Corbin's office. Taking a look to make sure no one was watching he opened the office door, closing it shut behind him. The office was full of Corbin's stuff. Papers, documents, files of research all over his desks, tables, and cabinets. Everything from ungraded homework to journals on early American patriots.
Indy heard a noise coming from the hallway and decided to hide under Corbin's desk. He wasn't taking any chances of being discovered...
Indy heard a noise coming from the hallway and decided to hide under Corbin's desk. He wasn't taking any chances of being discovered...
"No, nothing wrong, just lost in thought... Yes, I'd love that. You can give me the rest of the tour when you are finished with your classes. I have another class to teach anyways. Thanks, Jackie," he smiled as her pulled the brim of his fedora down and headed back to his classroom.
Indy walked back to Stroud Hall and entered room 113 to find someone fiddling at his desk. It was none other than Marcus Brody, assistant curator at the National Museum, and an old family friend. Marcus had been like a father to him since he began his career as a professor in Archaeology and supported his every move, even giving him tips and financial help along the way. Also he has connections with the right people, Marcus had put in a good word for Indy on more than one occasion. To include his temporary position on staff at Marshall College. Brody has a big influence on this campus.
"Good to see you, Indy!"
"Marcus!" he grinned as he shook his friend's hand, but Indy could tell something was bothering the old man as his smile vanished.
"What's wrong, Marcus? There is something going on here, and I want to know what it is."
"Indy, please, will you keep your voice down, for good Heaven's sake! The walls have ears in this place you know." He lowered his voice as he made sure the door was shut and the windows closed.
"What have you dragged me into this time Marcus?"
"Look, Indy there is a lot going on you don't know about, and much of it I don't even know what to make of it, but you have to understand there is something very wrong going on among the faculty at Marshall College and it has to do with some great evil in Sleepy Hollow."
"Slow down, Marcus, what great evil are you talking about?"
"Well, you see it was the night before Doctor Corbin was murdered he told me that he was investigating something in his studies that dated back to the late seventeenth century during the American Revolution concerning a great evil and battle for the end of days, he rambled on about someone here on campus wanting him dead and forcing him to discover the whereabouts of an artifact here on campus. He said not to tell a soul, but he had discovered the location of item but feared it falling in the wrong hands so he hid his research and vowed to keep it safe from an enemy he was surrounded by. He told me not to trust anyone, that's why I sent for you. I took him seriously when I found out he was dead, so I sent word for you and arranged you to take over for him..." he said as he wiped sweat from his brow with a pocket handkerchief.
Indy could tell Marcus was really worked up about it, so he let him continue to say his peace.
"Indy, they decapitated him. Whoever killed Corbin, walked into his office late at night and beheaded him, when they couldn't get what they wanted."
"Marcus, maybe there is a clue to what they were after in Corbin's office. I need you to take me there."
"Indy are you bloody out of your mind, they are watching you. You are going to have to be subtle about it."
Indy smiled, "Marcus, sometimes I wonder if you have no imagination, besides you forget I was a secret agent during the Great War and good at it too, I've escaped German strongholds scarier than this campus..."
"Indy, just promise me you'll be careful."
"I always am, Marcus."
Indy walked back to Stroud Hall and entered room 113 to find someone fiddling at his desk. It was none other than Marcus Brody, assistant curator at the National Museum, and an old family friend. Marcus had been like a father to him since he began his career as a professor in Archaeology and supported his every move, even giving him tips and financial help along the way. Also he has connections with the right people, Marcus had put in a good word for Indy on more than one occasion. To include his temporary position on staff at Marshall College. Brody has a big influence on this campus.
"Good to see you, Indy!"
"Marcus!" he grinned as he shook his friend's hand, but Indy could tell something was bothering the old man as his smile vanished.
"What's wrong, Marcus? There is something going on here, and I want to know what it is."
"Indy, please, will you keep your voice down, for good Heaven's sake! The walls have ears in this place you know." He lowered his voice as he made sure the door was shut and the windows closed.
"What have you dragged me into this time Marcus?"
"Look, Indy there is a lot going on you don't know about, and much of it I don't even know what to make of it, but you have to understand there is something very wrong going on among the faculty at Marshall College and it has to do with some great evil in Sleepy Hollow."
"Slow down, Marcus, what great evil are you talking about?"
"Well, you see it was the night before Doctor Corbin was murdered he told me that he was investigating something in his studies that dated back to the late seventeenth century during the American Revolution concerning a great evil and battle for the end of days, he rambled on about someone here on campus wanting him dead and forcing him to discover the whereabouts of an artifact here on campus. He said not to tell a soul, but he had discovered the location of item but feared it falling in the wrong hands so he hid his research and vowed to keep it safe from an enemy he was surrounded by. He told me not to trust anyone, that's why I sent for you. I took him seriously when I found out he was dead, so I sent word for you and arranged you to take over for him..." he said as he wiped sweat from his brow with a pocket handkerchief.
Indy could tell Marcus was really worked up about it, so he let him continue to say his peace.
"Indy, they decapitated him. Whoever killed Corbin, walked into his office late at night and beheaded him, when they couldn't get what they wanted."
"Marcus, maybe there is a clue to what they were after in Corbin's office. I need you to take me there."
"Indy are you bloody out of your mind, they are watching you. You are going to have to be subtle about it."
Indy smiled, "Marcus, sometimes I wonder if you have no imagination, besides you forget I was a secret agent during the Great War and good at it too, I've escaped German strongholds scarier than this campus..."
"Indy, just promise me you'll be careful."
"I always am, Marcus."
Name: Ariel Tesba
Race: Human
Gender: female
Age: 24
Homeworld: Alderaan
Profession: Stormtrooper Medic
Appearance: short, fit, brown hair always kept in regulation and tied in a bun, icy blue eyes,
Personality: Determined, outgoing, and loyal Ariel has great leadership potential, she would make a great NCO if there wasn't a glass ceiling for female enlisted soldiers in the Imperial Army. She is smart, and always looking for ways to improve herself. She isn't religious, but very spiritual, believing in a higher power out there guiding the universe. She is kind, and compassionate always ready to defend the weak and committed to saving lives and treating the sick and wounded.
Bio: Born into a wealthy family on Alderaan in the House of Tesba, Arial was tired of being treated special and when she reached the proper age she enlisted in the Imperial Army to prove she could be stronger than the stereotype of a typical woman on Alderaan. She wasn't about that life, but she isn't about the life she chose either. The Imperial Army is far from glorious, and each day gives her a new reason to never enlist again.
Race: Human
Gender: female
Age: 24
Homeworld: Alderaan
Profession: Stormtrooper Medic
Appearance: short, fit, brown hair always kept in regulation and tied in a bun, icy blue eyes,
Personality: Determined, outgoing, and loyal Ariel has great leadership potential, she would make a great NCO if there wasn't a glass ceiling for female enlisted soldiers in the Imperial Army. She is smart, and always looking for ways to improve herself. She isn't religious, but very spiritual, believing in a higher power out there guiding the universe. She is kind, and compassionate always ready to defend the weak and committed to saving lives and treating the sick and wounded.
Bio: Born into a wealthy family on Alderaan in the House of Tesba, Arial was tired of being treated special and when she reached the proper age she enlisted in the Imperial Army to prove she could be stronger than the stereotype of a typical woman on Alderaan. She wasn't about that life, but she isn't about the life she chose either. The Imperial Army is far from glorious, and each day gives her a new reason to never enlist again.
"I never had any siblings, and I am very grateful for that..." He said as they walked past the church.
Indy saw an eagle land on the signpost of St. Martin's Church, the eagle peered into his soul. It was no ordinary eagle. He knew this eagle. It was his eagle. It was part of his past. It was his protector, his spirit animal. He'd last seen it when he was at the ruins of Stonehenge. The eagle turned it's head and looked to the church then flew towards the back of the church by the graveyard. It screeched at him, as if beckoning him to follow.
Jones turned to Jackie to see if she was watching what he saw, but she was completely oblivious to the scene, talking about how church was depressing. He was caught off guard for a moment, but now he was back to reality.
"I agree with you there, I find them much more enjoyable empty and without people."
He looked around, but the eagle was gone.
Indy saw an eagle land on the signpost of St. Martin's Church, the eagle peered into his soul. It was no ordinary eagle. He knew this eagle. It was his eagle. It was part of his past. It was his protector, his spirit animal. He'd last seen it when he was at the ruins of Stonehenge. The eagle turned it's head and looked to the church then flew towards the back of the church by the graveyard. It screeched at him, as if beckoning him to follow.
Jones turned to Jackie to see if she was watching what he saw, but she was completely oblivious to the scene, talking about how church was depressing. He was caught off guard for a moment, but now he was back to reality.
"I agree with you there, I find them much more enjoyable empty and without people."
He looked around, but the eagle was gone.
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