DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Indiana Jones characters. The only characters of mine (Lydia Marques, Alessa Harding, Hedrick Velheim) have just temporarily joined the Joneses on one of their adventures. No copyright infringement on any of George Lucas's/Steven Spielberg's works is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there! Thanks for taking an interest in my fan fiction story. I wrote this a couple of years ago to play around with some of my favorite characters, and to develop my writing. I thought I'd share it with fellow Indiana Jones fans. Please enjoy!
Chapter 1
Athens was alive and awake. The sun rose above the mountains and poured sunlight down into the capital city, glimmering like golden honey. Vendors and barterers had already taken positions at convenient places on the cobblestone streets, waiting for customers.
But then an unusual roar grew from within the town; pedestrians turned in confusion. In this part of the city, there were few cars due to the narrow streets, and that was the only thing to which the loud disturbance could be related.
A tan-colored jeep pulled around the corner, dispersing the peddlers and sending tourists scrambling to safety. A large sticker had been pasted on the car's doors—it was the emblem of Hitler. The jeep continued on its way, leaving the citizens of Athens to wonder what in heaven had brought the imposers of evil to their city.
The city's library was old and crumbling; at its entrance, the Nazi jeep slowed to a stop. People watched in terrified curiosity from within their homes, daring not to go outside and investigate.
Three soldiers disembarked from their vehicle, leaving two behind as sentries. They climbed the gray steps and entered by way of the large mahogany doors, shoving them open with guns drawn.
Hanging lamps that were almost certain to go out at any second dimly lit the building, attached to wooden scaffolding by weak, rusty chains. The librarian's desk was empty, and the soldiers passed it, ignorant. They were not there to read.
The library was not busy at the early hour of the morning. Only a few scholars sat at the tables reading, but at the sight of the weapon-wielding Germans they sat up in petrified fear.
The soldiers passed them by after looking them carefully in the face for a moment, making their way back into the rear of the library. They moved through the darkened rows of rotting shelves, having to climb over boxes filled with imported books every once in a while. They occasionally bumped into a surprised stock boy or a person lost within the maze, but all the soldiers did was hurry them on their way.
At last they reached the backside of the library where a single, round table was set up in a corner. A late middle-aged man sat with his back to the shelves, books piled up about him next to an umbrella and battered leather suitcase. A dark-colored hat rested atop the suitcase beside a light gray jacket. The man had unbuttoned his vest of the same color, which he wore over a white dress shirt. He had also undone his bowtie and let it hang loose from underneath his collar. He seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, resting with his head supported in the palm of his right hand.
The soldiers smiled at each other and fanned out to surround the man, knowing they had found who they were looking for.
The leader held his gun to the older man's neck, just behind the left ear. The man stiffened immediately and slowly raised his hands, his head lowering under the pistol.
"Good morning, Dr. Jones," the Nazi greeted malevolently in his thickly accented voice. "You will come with us, now."
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