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Indiana Jones	There is a LOT of work to do when everyone else is enjoying winter break. Grades from the last semester to post. Clesses to set up, registration to coordinate with, setting up lesson plans...and while recovering from a trip to China. It's a big job for two people, let alone one. But Indy has one of the most tireless TAs in NYU helping him out. In the beginning, she went for food, drink, and running as a go-between for him and the NYU Administration, but as time went on, he began to trust her with more integral duties. Which is why she is transcribing grades from his logbook to the NYU website. He does feel a little guilty giving her scut work, but this time of year, it's *all* scut work. And it is also why he is dozing at his desk, leaning back in his chair, hat tilted over his head to block the light from the laptop computer he gave access to.
Cindy Moon	Cindy is typing away at the laptop, entering grades, proofing them, then entering more. She has her hair all twisted up carelessly and speared with a yellow pencil to hold it in place. She's comfy, in a loose NYU sweatshirt and black leggings, and she has a second yellow pencil clenched sideways in her teeth. Just in case. Not that she needs it for the laptop. She steals glances over at Indy, making sure he is resting...making sure he looks comfortable. He needs the rest.
Indiana Jones	It's a cold night out, but the office is nice and warm. The man has his fair share of odd tchotchkes, and she can see one new one - a peach pit, under glass in a small display bottle. "HSI WANG MU, K'UN LUN, CHINA, 2027." For a moment, all that is heard is the low hum of the radiator near the window. And then her Spider-Sense, a sound only she can hear, swells like the soundtrack for that movie INCEPTION. "Are you sure he is here...?" "I'm positive." The five men work their way around the building, looking for the main entrance. Tombstone was not happy. And these five men, fresh from Riker's, felt that should be addressed. Violently. They locate the front door, and Tim smashes the overhead light. Best to have no witnesses...
Cindy Moon	Cindy's got that tingle. And not in a good way. She lifts her head and takes the pencil from her teeth, laying it in front of the laptop. With a wistful sigh, she looks over to Indy and frowns. He needed rest. But there isn't going to be time for that right now. "Indy?" Cindy calls out to him with a hint of urgency in her voice. "Someone's coming, we gotta look alive. I'm gonna try to greet them outside like a good little hostess."
Indiana Jones	Indy snurfs, then he reaches up to tilt his hat hack to look at Cindy. "That early-warning radar of yours comes in handy," he says, the sleep draining from his voice with every word. "Let's see if we can handle this relatively quietly..."
Cindy Moon	"You got it," Cindy replies, tossing her sweatshirt across the back of her chair and heading for the door. What looked like black leggings was, indeed, her spider suit. Cindy pulls the red half-mask up over her nose and mouth, and Silk slips out the door into the hallway, headed in the direction of the five men who have come to pay them a visit.
Indiana Jones	The pick-gun does the job on the door, and it opens quickly enough to let in five men with pistols. The last one in closes the door and re-locks it. Tim points down the hall. "Jones is at the end of the hall to the right." "What's the plan?" Min asks. He checks the revolver. Every one of them carries revolvers - no brass to leave behind. "Shoot him. Shoot him until they can't bury him, they can just melt him down for the LEAD."
Cindy Moon	"Not the wisest of plans, I'm afraid." Silk's voice comes from seemingly nowhere, as she is hidden high, behind a stone pillar, against the ceiling. She inches around the pillar to throw out a net of webbing in the direction of the men. It's large enough to capture them all, if they stay clustered as they are. The problem with prey is that they just quite simply don't always play by the predator's rules.
Indiana Jones	Four of them look up instead of move. That is their big and only mistake. The webbing nets them, rooting them to the hardwood floor. They work on trying to aim their weapons upward, but aren't having much luck. One even attaches his gun barrel to his right arm, which will make him a permanent southpaw if he pulls the trigger. However, Tim seems to possess a certain level of animal instinct. He just jumps forward, rolling to his feet and pointing the revolver at where the voice came from, firing twice. The gunshots are very loud in the narrow hall.
Cindy Moon	Chips of architecture fly wherever the pillar is hit, and Silk leaves the web attached to it as she jumps to another and climbs behind it in the darkness. The one she has to worry about seems to be the one who evaded her net. "Now now...Don't you think you're being a little hasty? I'm /trying/ to help you here." She is slowly climbing downward on the far side of the pillar, and moving slightly to one side, still well above his head. From this vantage point in the dark, she thwips out a web with precision in his direction.
Indiana Jones	Tim tries to move, but the right side of his body gets trapped in the web...and close is still good enough for webbing. He finds his hand pinned to the pistol, his finger on the trigger, but he is unable to lift it to aim it at Silk. He turns to his left and finds himself looking straight at the tweed-suited Dr. Jones, who is giving him a wry look. "Yeah, even the spiders are big in New York. Go figure." He looked up. "Guess I'm lucky you were hanging around, whatever-your-name is."
Cindy Moon	Cindy thwips out a second web, now that Tim is caught. This time, it is multi-filament, aimed at securing him exactly as he is, so that Indy can chat with him. "You can call me Silk," she replies matter-of-factly. "I saw these clowns breaking in. Friends of yours, Doctor?"
Indiana Jones	Indy shakes his head. "My hours are clearly posted on my door and on the NYU website." He looks back to Tim. "All right, Chuckles, you want to tell me what you and the Keystone Krooks were doing? My TA is hiding under her desk!" "We ain't got nothin' to say," Tim hissed. "Certainly not to your English teacher, anyways." Indy reaches into Tim's pocket, pulling out the wallet. "Tim Hampton. Hunh. I'm sure the cops will be interested. But I'l willing to take a shot that Lonnie the Sharkman sent you." "Tombstone don't know!" One of the other guys said. Indy looked up at Silk. "Gotta love stupid criminals. No actual guile."
Cindy Moon	Silk giggles softly, still upside down on all fours on the ceiling, and it echoes down the hall. "Shame on you boys. Somebody goes rogue, and you just blindly follow? Did you ever consider the fact that it might be a trap? When you lie down with dogs, you wake up with fleas. Isn't that the old saying?"
Indiana Jones	Indy nods. "I get the feeling old Tomby doesn't know these guys are out here." He grins to them. "Because the ones HE sends would have been better at it." He takes out his cell phone and dials. "Hi. NYPD non-emergency number? Dr. Jones of the department of...oh, hello, Lorraine. Kids doing well in school? Eh? Oh, yes. Got another batch of thugs. Tried to rob me at work this time. Yeah, send the cops on over. They shot up the hall, so I'm a bit ticked off. Think they work for that Tombstone fella, but I doubt it was sanctioned." He looked up to Silk. "You might want to skedaddle unless you like talking to cops."
Cindy Moon	"Ooh...tell Lorraine hello, and that I tried that recipe for artichoke dip! It was a huge hit!" Silk is retreating outside, even as she speaks. and with a twiddle-fingered wave, she disappears out the door into the night.
Indiana Jones	Indy leaned next to Tim. "Y'know...these members of the capes-and-tights crowd...theyu ain't that bad, once you get to know them." Two hours later, Indy watches the last cop car drive away and rubs his face, heading back to the office. Alert, but mentally wiped out. He wondered if Cindy was going to be there. He was probably going to give her the rest of the night off, anyway...
Cindy Moon	"Hiding under my desk?" Cindy asks, as Indy comes through the door. She is still in her suit, minus the mask. "You give me like NO credit," she chides with a giggle. "Hopefully those goons got the message. I have more important things to do than deal with their stupid crap." She winks at Indy.
Indiana Jones	Indy sighs, gazing at Silk fondly. "That's a very handy power to have, young lady. He looked around, then locked the door. "Get used to it going off often." He sighs, looking into Silk's unmasked face. "How do you handle all this? Jumping into danger at your age?"
Cindy Moon	Silk grins and rises, moving over to hug Indy. "It isn't hard, when you know something you care about is on the line. Nobody's going to mess with you and get away with it."
Indiana Jones	Indy smiles to her, then glances to the papers on his desk. "Want to do something TRULY heroic and help finish posting the final grades for last semester while I get ready for first-class sessions tomorrow?"
Cindy Moon	"Yes Sir, Dr. Jones." Silk grins, fretting at her borrow lip for a moment as she watches him. "Anything that helps you," she adds, pulling her chair out and resuming her task again. "Anything that makes your life better."
Indiana Jones	Indy looked at her, and he could feel a tug at his heart. <God, if you're up there...please don't let me hurt this woman in any way. Be a sport, okay, God? For me?> Indy sat down, took a deep breath, and took the next paper from the pile.