A/N: I do not own Indiana Jones or any of the characters.
Chapter One
"The only known copies of the Spear of Destiny or the Spear of Longinus, has been stolen from Austria, Cracow, Paris, and St. Peter's Basilica, last night. A legend claims that whoever holds the Spear in their position, 'holds the destiny of the world in his hands for good or evil.' It is not known which Spear is the real Spear, but whoever has them now has the true Spear.
"A witness, who was sleeping on the sidewalk across from the museum in Paris, claims to have seen a giant man running away from the scene of the crime. During questioning, the witness admitted that he was half-blind. No one has been arrested, and the police have no new leads. In other news…"
It was a bright sunny day. Mutt got out from under the hood of his father's car, dusted off his hands, and turned off the radio.
"Now let's see if this thing works." He muttered to himself. He opened the car door and turned the key stuck in the ignition. The car roared to life.
"Yes!" he shouted. He pulled the keys out and ran inside the house, slamming the front door.
"Mutt," called Marion from the kitchen. "please don't slam the door."
"Sorry!" he called back. "Where's Dad?"
"Teaching like always. Why?"
"He said if I fixed his car, he would give me the rest of the money I need to buy a new bike." He said walking into the kitchen.
"Well," said Marion, looking at her watch. "it's about time his class ended. You better go drop it off. You know how he feels about the buses."
"He wouldn't have had to take the bus, if he had just taken the car straight to me." explained Mutt. Grabbing his leather jacket, Mutt walked out to the driveway where the car was, door wide open. As he pulled out of the driveway, he thought about the stolen spears.
Maybe Dad knows the guy who stole them. The car rolled to a stop at an intersection, the light red. He rolled down the window, contemplating it.
All thoughts of the Spear instantly vanished when he heard a girl giggling. His head snapped to the girl in the passenger seat in the car next to him. Grinning, he waved which made her giggle even more. The traffic light turned green.
Mutt didn't like the confined space of a car. He started thinking of how great it would be when he got a replacement motorcycle.Thinking about the wind in his hair, he pulled into the collage parking lot.
He bounded out of the car and into the building. As always, when he walked through the hallways he was astounded how big it was. He found Indy's office easily. When he went to open the door, though, it was locked. Mutt searched all his pockets for the spare key Indy gave him, but it was lost among them.
Easy enough. He thought. He pulled out his switchblade and broke in. For a second Mutt thought he broke into the wrong office. It was not cluttered. No papers on the desk, or floor like they usually are. But then he saw the old beaten up fedora on the coat rack.
"Can I help you?" said a snide voice behind him.