Egypt 1937
"You think you can fight me, Dr Jones?"
The sudden confrontation startled him; he turned around to face the speaker.
The accent was unmistakable, but why a German soldier would be here in the middle of no-where, during an expedition was beyond him.
Indy pointed to himself skeptically, raising his eyebrows in mock confusion. The soldier nodded and laughed as he stepped confidently towards him.
Indy grinned with him and cocked his head to inspect him, his uniform was dusty and muddy, as was his chiseled German features. He looked like an Elephant couldn't knock him down. Of course, Indy knew the German could never beat him in an even fight, but since when did he fight fairly?
He was on his own now, and as much as he hated Germans, he really didn't want a fight. He had a job to do.
He hadn't realized it, but Indy now felt quite alone and unaided, in the middle of a desert, with no weapons, he was in his usual traveling clothes, however. Still, he continued to grin stupidly while he thought of a way out.
The unexpected punch came hard and stinging across his face. It stole the breath from Indiana Jones' lungs as the bombshell felled him to the sandy, hard dessert floor.
Wincing in pain, he rubbed his bruised jaw and scowled at his attacker. Staggering, he climbed up again; his progress was slow, painful. The German officer laughed at him and stepped towards him.
"You Americans" He laughed to himself. "All the same…. Even you, Herr Doctor" He clenched his fist and allowed Indy to stand again for a further beating.
Paying no heed, Indy paused, mid movement and bent low to pick up his familiar fedora. He dusted it, his trusty hat and took the time to slip it back on his head. He felt better.
He stared at the enormous man, still mocking him. Indiana grinned again and cracked his knuckles.