Disclaimer: I do not own the Indiana Jones series or any of the characters, excluding an additional character I have added named Berry.
OTHlover04: Thank you!
Reven Eid: I hope you like the rest!
tinkwings: I was doing some research on fifties slang and a ton of events that happened in the fifties to make the story more believeable.
Captain Lady Kaelyn Blackhe...: Thank you for telling me about my mistakes! I didn't realize it, I'm not offended don't worry.
Authors Note: People have been assuming from this chapter that Mutt and Berry immediatley start dating and fall in love or something, but that is not the case! The reason is because Mutt refers to Berry as "Baby" and "Doll". The reason for that is because back in that time era boys used to refer to girls as "Baby" and "Doll" not only if they were dating them. You dig? So no, Mutt and Berry are not an item! They are not in love!
Mutt smirked as he answered for his father, "Of course we'll give you a ride. Right Daddio?"
Winking a hazel eye at me a crimson tint passed over my ivory skin. The two males shared an identical stare that seemed to hold a secret conversation. Awkwardly I shifted from heel to heel while continuously watching father and son. Blinking in defeat, Dr. Jones motioned a finger for the two of us to follow him.
"I'm taking my bike," informed Mutt, turning away casually. My professor reached out his hand and grabbed Mutt's shoulder. "What?"
"Follow me." Looking ready to protest, Dr. Jones silenced Mutt by raising a single finger. Licking his dry lips Mutt nodded and turned away to his bike, obeying his father like the 'good boy' he was. Pursuing to Dr. Jones car I slid into the passenger seat letting a wave of awkwardness tower over the both of us. Starting the car he cocked his head to the side to stare at me, "What's your address?"
"It's ugh-" I was cut off by the sound of a deafening bang against the car. Tilting my head I made out a smoky hole in the backseat car door. Facing Dr. Jones I raised my eyebrows in perplexity, "Did someone just shoot your car?"
Dr. Jones peeked back at the door and nonchalantly responded, "Looks like it." He revved up the car engine, "Put on your seatbelt." I obliged his order fast; there was a strange glint in his eye. At a quick pace he accelerated speeding down the street nearly running over a poor homeless pup –I squealed at this. Another bullet hit the car, but this time it crashed through the glass window shield. Clutching the seat tightly I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else. "Berry, I need you to reach under your seat and grab the gun." Doing as told, my hand moved under the chair, roaming around I shakily took hold of a handgun.
Holding it out to Dr. Jones he shook his head, "I need you to try and take out their wheels."
"You honestly expect me to handle a gun?" Scoffing I wobbled my head in panic. The car turned swiftly and I yelped as my head hit the glass window. Muttering a small 'ouch' I rubbed the spot on my head while Dr. Jones checked his mirrors for the culprits. The men were in a small black vehicle; it was hard to see their faces with the cars moving so crazily. "Give me the gun."
I handed him the device, "Hold the wheel!" Reaching my hand over his I steadied the wheel as my professor stuck his head out the window and shot at the tires of the car towering closely behind us.
A motorcycle engine sounded strongly, keeping my hand on the wheel I twisted my head to see Mutt rolling up beside the car. Dr. Jones stuck his head back in the car and grasped the wheel of the automobile. I was taken aback when he reached down and unbuckled my seatbelt, "Get out of the car Berry."
"You want me to jump out?!"
Dr. Jones paused shortly then nodded his head, "Yeah."
Glimpsing out the window Mutt was staring at me intently, in any other circumstance my heart would be racing out of joy, at the moment it was racing out of fear. Taking a deep breath I swung open the car door; the car swerved a tad and my heart pounded louder. Mutt held out his hand and brought his motorcycle closer. Grasping his sweaty palms I hoped over, a scream erupted deeply from my throat, thankfully I made it onto the bike without falling. I wrapped my arms stiffly around Mutt's thin waist and did not dare to open my eyes –not even a wink.
The hum of the motor was silenced by the sound of gunfire and my professors' car crashing into a fire hydrant. Dr. Jones's son slowed down, debating whether or not to pull over and help his father. Although, before he could even make his way to Dr. Jones the little black car heaved beside my professors'. A single man, cloaked in what looked to be Russian clothing, exited the back seat and dragged the unconscious college professor into their vehicle.
Breaking one hand free from around the attractive teens waist I pointed at Dr. Jones, "They've got him!"
"Calm down baby," he responded coolly. We both gave the car a fleeting gaze before Mutt screeched down the street. It was silent for a few moments until we drove into a pristine neighborhood. "You okay doll?"
I swallowed the saliva in my throat, "Yeah. Just having a really kookie day."
Indiana Jones Raiders of the Lost Ark quote,
Marion: You're not the man I knew ten years ago.
Indiana: It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.
