Marcus Brody sat behind his desk flipping through what seemed to be an endless pile of paperwork. The museum was soon to be opening a new wing of South American artifacts and the endless number of permits and permissions and state grants needed to be sorted out before anything could be brought into the country. Sliding his chair back, Brody stood up, moving to a table behind his desk and poured water from a pitcher into a small glass. Lifting it up, he sipped the water as he looked out his window. The streets of New York were bustling with activity, cars and people moving quickly through the streets. Turning back around, Brody nearly dropped his glass and he jumped back from surprise. A gem serpent sat coiled on his desk, staring at him with red eyes. Behind it stood Indiana Jones in a dark suit, as he pulled his fedora off his head. Brody stared down at the serpent with a mixture of glee and awe.

"You got it!!!"

"Yeah…I got it."

Brody sat down at his desk, clicking on his table lamp and moving it closer to the serpent as he inspected it.

"It's exquisite. Was it difficult to obtain?"

"Guns, fist fights…"

"So the usual for you, eh?"

Indy grinned as Brody smiled slowly turning the serpent around and around, inspecting every inch of it.

"So what 'daring' expedition do you have lined up next, Indy? Madagascar? Burma?"

"How about a vacation?"

Brody glanced up at Indy as he stood up, sliding his hat back onto his head.

"I would assume that being shot at as much as you do, you deserve a long one."

Indy walked to Brody's office door, opening it, looking back at his old friend.

"Yep."

Brody chuckled as Indy walked out the door.

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Indy stepped out onto the street, taking in a breath of city air. Adjusting his tie, he slowly turned and started walking down the street. Unnoticed behind him, a woman stepped out from behind a newsstand and started walking after him. Indy stopped at a crosswalk and tapped his toe as he waited for the signal to change. Glancing down at his watch, he groaned. He would have to start jogging soon to make the train back home. Over the noise of the street, Indy suddenly heard a woman's voice.

"Dr. Jones! Dr. Jones!"

Indy turned around, looking through the small group of people who were also waiting at the crosswalk. A black haired woman in a dress was waving her hand at him as she called to him, walking as fast as her high heels would allow her to. Indy squinted his eyes, swearing that he knew the woman from somewhere, possibly an old student.

"Please! I must speak with you!"

A screech of tires suddenly sounded on the street as a car rocketed out from around the street corner and slid to a stop next to the woman. She glanced at the car, then turned and ran into an alley, followed quickly by four men who suited men who climbed out form the car, chasing after her. Indy started pushing his way through the group of people.

"Aw…crap…"

Indy ran down the street, turning up into the alley just after the car backed up, knocking over a group of trashcans and drove down the alley after the men and woman.

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The three men cornered the woman at a dead end of the alley. She pushed herself back against the wall and the three men walked up to her. The man in the lead grinned, his eyes showing dark menace as he spoke to her in German.

"Ms. Frudenholm, please come with us or we will be forced to take you."

She looked at the men, speaking back in German.

"What do you people want?!?"

The car stopped behind the men as they continued to move forward. A voice suddenly echoed down the alley at them.

"I think don't think the lady wants to go with you."

The lead man turned around, but was immediately taken off his feet as a trashcan rolled through the air, smashing into him. The other two men spun around as Indy ran up. One of the men started at Indy, but Indy grabbed a trashcan lid and through it like a frisbee, catching the man in the head. The man stumbled back, blood running from his nose as he cursed in German. The driver of the car opened the door and started to get out of the car, but Indy ran forward, grabbing the car door and slamming it back into the man as he was half out of the car. The final man suddenly grabbed Indy from behind, choking him. The man with the broken nose stepped forward swinging his fist at Indy's head, but Indy drove his elbow into the stomach of the man behind him, causing the grip around his throat to loosen. Indy ducked down just as the man's punch missed Indy hitting the man behind him. Released from the grip, Indy grabbed the man in front of him and spun around, throwing him into the man behind him and sending them both crashing into a pile of trash. Turning Indy stepped forward and drove his foot into the car door again as the driver was starting to climb out of the car again, driving the door of the car into him again. Indy spun around as he heard the unmistakable click of a gun safety. The leader of the group pulled a Luger pistol from under his jacket, aiming it at Indy. Indy froze, preparing to take the bullet, but the woman suddenly rushed forward grabbing the German by the arm, the gun firing up into the air.

"No!"

The German shoved to woman back, then started to turn back to Indy, but a trashcan suddenly dropped down over him, encasing him. The German yelled as his arms were trapped at his side by the can, the gun slipping from his grip and falling to asphalt below. Indy Punched the can twice where he thought the German's face was, then turned and shoved him back, throwing him into the front of the car. The other two men jumped up from the trash, and started to move towards Indy, but Indy lifted up the fallen Luger and aimed it at them. The two men quickly grabbed their leader, still trapped in a trashcan, pushing him into the car as the driver slammed the car into reverse, crashing into a number of boxes and trashcans before sliding back out onto the city street, nearly causing a car wreck before spinning its tires as it drove off into the city. Indy lowered the gun, turning to the woman as she stood up, dusting herself off.

"What did those men want from you?"

"It's not me there after, Dr. Jones…it's my father's work."

"Your father?"

The woman looked at Indy.

"Dr. Josef Frudenholm."

It suddenly clicked in Indy's head where he knew the girl from.

"That would make you Sara Frudenholm."

"Yes. Please, Dr. Jones…I need your help."

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The diner was nearly empty, a few patrons sitting at different tables and booths reading over newspapers or magazines, couples flirting back and forth as they shared a milkshake. Indy sat sipping from a cup of coffee as Sara Frudenholm sat across from him dropping another cup of sugar into her tea.

"I haven't seen my father in more than two months. Last I saw him, we had lunch and then he left to go back to his library. He never made it back. I called the police and filed a missing person's report, but nothing has come of it."

"So what was your father working on? I haven't seen him in probably a year or two."

"Same thing as ever, Dr. Jones, searching an ever growing pile of old books and manuscripts for things that legends are made of. I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."

Indy grinned.

"Try me. And you can call me Indy."

Sara grinned as she sipped from her tea.

"The last thing he told me was that he thought he had found an ancient route to some kind of garden."

"Garden?"

"That's what he said."

"Did he have any notes? Anything that might tell us what's happened to him?"

"He had a number of notebooks, but when I went to his office, they were all gone along with a lot of manuscripts and files that he had locked in his cabinet. Much of it he brought with him when we defected from Germany."

Indy scratched at his chin.

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The office was somewhat large, but packed with bookcases. Indy lifted his hat from his head and slowly started to walk through the rows of bookcases, reading the names of the books that sat on the shelves.

"Your father was one of the best minds on the occult in the world."

Sara walked behind Indy.

"Yes. That is why we left Germany when Hitler took power. He didn't wish for his work to be corrupted."

Indy walked out form the rows of bookcases to where Frudenholm had his desk set up. The small desk was shoved in a corner, a cabinet sitting next to it. Indy squatted down and looked at the keyhole to the cabinet seeing small marks around the keyhole.

"Looks like someone picked the lock. Do you have a key?"

"Yes. Father kept one at his home, but I got it when he went missing."

Sara reached into her purse, removing the key and handing it to Indy. Indy popped open the cabinet and started looking through the few pieces of paper left on the shelves, most of which were simply drawings. Indy looked at the drawings. They were sketches of ancient territory lines in the Middle East and Asia. Folding up the sketches, he slid them into his jacket pocket, and then turned to Frudenholm's desk. Sitting down, Indy opened the drawers one by one, finding most empty apart form a few pencils. Leaning back in the chair, Indy shook his head.

"I don't really know---"

Indy trailed off as a book shoved in with a number of other books on of the bookshelves in the room caught his attention. It was a book on baseball.

"Did your father like baseball much?"

Sara glanced at Indy confused.

"No…he said he could never understand the game."

Indy stood from the chair and walked to the bookshelf, pulling the book out. Sara looked over his shoulder as he opened the book, revealing that it had been hollowed out, the pages within cut out to create a square hole in the book. A smaller, much more used book sat hidden within. Sara's eyes went wide with surprise.

"That's one of his notebooks!"

Pulling the notebook out, Indy flipped through the pages until he came upon the last entry. It simply read 'I found it!'