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When they are both standing on solid floor there is a moment of quiet in which they hear, from far, far below-- SPLASH! Indy wedges the whip handle into the wall and leaves it strung to the beam for quick retreat.
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THE SANTUARY
A large, domed room. Ten evenly-spaced skylights send their shafts of sunlight down to a unique tiled floor: white and black tiles laid out in a lovely, intricate pattern. Indy and Satipo stand at the door and look across the wide room at the alter. There, in the supreme hallowed spot, is a tiny jeweled figurine, Indy’s real objective. Two torches, many years old, are in holders by the door. Indy takes one down and lights it. He gives the regular torch to Satipo.
SATIPO There’s plenty of light, amigo.
Indy kneels and uses the unit end of the torch to reach out and tap a white tile. It is solid. He taps a black tile. There is a whizzing sound and a tiny dart sticks in the torch. Satipo points to the wall nearby: there is a recessed hole there.
SATIPO From that hole!
Indy nods, stands and looks around the sanctuary. The entire room is honey-combed with the same kind of hole. Satipo sees it too and is properly impressed.
INDY You wait here.
SATIPO If you insist, senor.
Torch in hand, Indy beings his careful walk across the sanctuary. Stepping only on the white tiles, he almost appears to be doing a martial arts kata. Before each big move he waves the torch in front of him head to toe, looking at the flame. Halfway out, he sees something on the floor and kneels to look at it. A dead bird lies on one of the white tiles. Its body is riddled with little deadly darts. This has great significance to Indy and he stands with even greater caution. He waves the torch ahead of him and at waist height an air current whips at the flame. Indy ducks under it and leaves a burn mark on the white tile beneath it.
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