Marcus Brody and the Great Search
Chapter 1
The Capture
Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to Indiana Jones
Author's note: This takes place immediately after "The Last Crusade"
"I really do enjoy this place. It's nice and fancy. And you know how much I love nice and fancy places."
"See? Now you know I'm being serious when I tell you that I'm willing to do anything for you."
Betty smiled. "We'll see."
Indiana Jones took another sip from his wine glass. He did not care much for the glamorous atmosphere of the restaurant. Everywhere he turned, he was surrounded by aristocrats, talking idly about mundane affairs, laughing every so often at a joke only they would find funny. Then again, he also felt on edge being in Austria under Nazi occupation.
However, this was not about him; this was about Betty. She looked so beautiful in her red silk dress that Indy could not keep his eyes off her. The orchestra played soft music in the background, making the moment even more romantic.
"Why don't we ditch this place?" Indy asked with a smile.
Betty smiled back. "We really should wait for dessert. Dessert is, after all, my favorite meal."
Indy sighed. He had been waiting for the opportunity to take Betty to bed but there always seemed to be something else that she wanted to do. Don't worry, Indy reassured himself. It'll only be a matter of time. No one—no woman—can resist my charms.
He was smiling to himself, thinking about the fun night he was going to have when the music was cut off, replaced by a series of gasps and screams. Before he had the time to react, German soldiers were surrounding his table, pointing guns at him and Betty. His mind raced, trying to consider possible escape routes, when he realized that he was not only outnumbered but that he left all his trademark items back at the hotel.
A group of soldiers parted a way for a Nazi official. His immaculate black uniform made Indy shiver. The Gestapo.
The Gestapo member set his hands on the table and leaned forward towards Indy, flashing a sadistic smile. "Surprised to see us, Doktor Zhones?"
Great, Indy thought, another Nazi with a shrilling, heavy accent. "No. I've seen your kind plenty of times before. I'm already familiar with your routines."
"Zan it von't be a surprise ven I ask you to come vis us."
"Why should I?" Indy asked, folding his arms in a defiant manner. "What is this about?"
"Come vis us," the Gestapo member said, pulling out his luger, "or ze girl dies."
He pointed barrel of the gun at Betty's head. She screamed.
"I vill give you to ze count of sree. Vone. Two. . . "
Indy's eyes darted around him. The situation seemed hopeless and by the expression of the Nazi, he did not seem to be bluffing either.
"Fine!" Indy exclaimed. He raised his arms up in the air. "Take me, but don't hurt her."
"Very goot," the Nazi said with the same sadistic smile. "Zan you von't be surprised ven ve take you und your girlfriend avay in a stylish Mercedes."
"Where are we going?" Indy asked.
"Vhy Doktor Zhones, if you really have had run ins vis us, san you probably can make a goot guess, ja?"
Indy sighed, fearing the worst.