A/N: First chapter! Hope everyone enjoys it. I want you guys to know that I don't consider action-scenes a speciality. But hey, I'm writing Indiana Jones, so what did I expect? Anyways, next chapter might take a while. Busy reseaching...

Indiana Jones was quickly running down the street, successfully dodging cars and pedestrians alike, now and again throwing a glance over his shoulders to make sure his pursuers weren't catching in on him. He had gone to London to research his latest discovery. According to an old scroll he had found, the jar containing Cleopatra's heart was to be found somewhere in Egypt, not together with the rest of her body. It had been too fascinating to resist so Indy had flown to England without telling anyone what he was up to with the intent of researching a little before deciding whether to continue to Egypt or not. That's what he told himself anyways. Deep in he knew that he had decided to go to Egypt the first time he read the scroll.

His pursuers had taken him by surprise just as he was leaving the British Library.

"Dr Jones?" their leader had asked, immediately recognizable as Nazi by his heavy German accent and the discreet swastika on his tie-pin.

"What's it to you?" Indy replied, quickly sizing the man up. He was a short man, only reaching to Indy's shoulder but the gorilla behind him easily made up for that. He was enormous, reaching at least five inches above Indy and the muscles on his body made him at least twice as broad.

"You have something zat we want", the man said and smiled evilly.

"And what's that?"

"Ze cipher, Jones", the German replied.

"I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about and even if I did I wouldn't help you. Now scram, will ya? I'm a busy man."

Indy turned away and began walking. He could hear the short debate behind him followed by hurried footsteps. A gigantic hand was placed on his shoulder and he was spun around by the gorilla. Instinctively, he raised his hand and swiftly gave the man a hard punch across the face. It didn't achieve the wanted reaction though, since the man simply grunted and raised his own hand to punch Indy. Quickly Indy raised his knee and shoved it in the gorilla's groin, hard. He doubled over with a grunt and let go of Indy's shoulder. Not wasting any time Indy spun around on his heel and began running.

Behind him the two German's were slowly beginning to trail behind. Indy smiled wryly as he rounded a stall selling roasted almonds. His smile quickly disappeared though, as he noticed the men standing in front of him. Three tall men in black suits with the unmistakable bump under their arms showing they were armed were positioned close together. Indy caught sight of them just in time to notice the nod one of them gave his pursuers.

"Damn", he muttered under his breath. He quickly took in his surroundings before darting off to his right. Two of the men immediately ran after him, one of them pulling out a gun. A shot rang out and screams erupted all over the street. Indy automatically reached for his whip which, obviously, wasn't there. He cursed under his breath. Another shot.

Indy gasped as the bullet grazed his left thigh and, unprepared for the sudden pain as he was, stumbled and fell. He quickly got to his feet, but not quickly enough for the men to have reached him.

"Just give us ze cipher, Herr Jones", one of them said.

"What bloody cipher?" Indy shouted. He was getting really annoyed. He directed a silent thank you to some higher power that his father was in the States. "No dangerous, near-death globe-trotting expeditions in a year. Promise me that, Junior." Indy felt fairly sure getting shot by Nazis qualified as dangerous. He knew for sure how his father had handled broken promises twenty years ago and he had no particular desire to find out how he handled them now. Not that his dad could really blame him, though; Indy couldn't have known there would be crazy Nazis in London.

"Well, you shouldn't have been in London in the first place", the annoying voice of his conscience told him. But since trying to find Cleopatra's heart and running into the Nazis weren't related he hadn't really broken the promise. Well, good luck in telling Henry Sr. that. Indy grimaced. Sometimes he thought it would have been better if he simply hadn't made up with his dad.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hard punch to his jaw. He punched back without much thought and directed a kick to the man's legs, successfully tripping him. The other man leapt onto him with a knife in his hand and before he had time to think Indy was down on the ground again. His right hand was pinned to the ground by the Nazi but his left was still free. He punched the man in the face and spun around so that he was on top. Freeing his right hand he gave the man a hard blow to the face. The man grunted and shoved up his knee in Indy's stomach before rolling over and in the same motion trying to slash Indy's throat. He missed though and suddenly found himself being rolled over again. Indy, once again on top, proceeded to give the man several hard blows to the face.

When he felt the man was duly indisposed he got up and turned to the man who had shot him. Expertly, Indy punched the man squarely in the jaw before once more tripping him. The man's head hit the pavement with a disconcerting noise and with a quick glance at the man Indy directed his attentions to his surroundings. Not a sign of the three remaining Nazis. Could they really have given up? A shot disproved that idea quickly. Indy bent down and swiftly relieved the un-conscious Nazi of his gun before straightening again and turning in the direction the shot had come from. The shooter was slowly walking towards him with a mad grin on his lips. Indy raised his gun to fire. The first shot missed and went into a car that stood parked outside a grocery store. The next shot hit the man in the arm and Indy could see the quick grimace of pain disfiguring the man's face. The shooter raised his hand and shot, fortunately not hitting Indy who immediately fired a third time, this time hitting the Nazi in the stomach.

Then, for the second time that day, Indy felt the large gorilla's hand on his shoulder. Without even waiting to see that it really was the gorilla he spun around and delivered a punch to the man's jaw. The German simply grunted before grabbing hold of Indy's jacket lapels and dragging him up in the air. He smiled a large, stupid smile before spinning around and throwing Indy away like a hammer thrower. After a few meters Indy hit the ground, hard. He slid on the pavement for another meter before stopping completely. As he got up he felt a stinging pain in his knee and as he looked down he noticed his trousers were completely wrecked. Great. Now he had to get a new suit.

The huge German was once again approaching him, and now he had drawn a knife. He stretched out a hand and grabbed Indy's arm, dragging him close to him. With a devilish smile he raised the sharp knife. Panicking a little, Indy punched the man in the face. As the last time, the man seemed completely undisturbed. Indy raised his hand to punch the gorilla again but changed his mind and instead dug his fingernails into the man's cheek. The gorilla roared and let go of Indy who immediately stepped back and bent down to retrieve the gun. He stood up with the gun in hand and raised it. Before he had time to shoot the gorilla, now with four red marks on his cheek, leapt forwards slashing wildly with the knife. He seemed to be aiming for Indy's throat but it was hard to tell as his motions were wild and completely un-calculated. One violent slash hit Indy over the collar bone, ruining his suit and making him grimace in pain. Luckily it wasn't very deep and, un-willing to prolong the crazy fight, Indy raised his gun once more and fired. The shot hit the gorilla right in the forehead and he died within a moment.

Still full of adrenaline, Indy rapidly looked around for the last German, the short one. At first he thought he must have left but just as he was going to get away he saw the figure of the black-clad German in the corner of his eye. He turned around and sprinted in the direction of the alley he had seen the German in. He reached it just in time to see the man's departure in a black Rolls Royce.

"Damn", he exclaimed and then, for the third time that day, felt a hand on his shoulder. He raised his hand, ready to punch, and spun around. In front of him stood a young, frightened-looking policeman in uniform.

"I'm sorry, Sir", he said, "but you'll have to come with me."

"What the hell?" Indy growled.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir, b-but…"

The young man held up a pair of hand-cuffs with a nervous smile plastered to his face. Indy glared at the police-man but compliantly stretched out his hands to be hand-cuffed. He then silently followed the officer into a waiting police-car.

"I really hate Nazis", he muttered as the car drove off, leaving in its wake an astonished crowd.

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