Indiana Jones' bag was confiscated, and he was led along the tunnel at gunpoint – after being checked for a gun. As he walked along, he tried to ask some questions. "Who is the Fuhrer?"

That just earned him a dumb look from the leader, so Indy shut up. Presently, they came to a door set in stone. A small screen was set into the wall near it. The leader went and put his eye to it. After briefly scanning it, the door slid open into a metal tunnel. A five-minute walk came to another door, this time with a voice scanner. "Oberleutnant Georg Mengele," the leader said into it. The door slid open to a set of stairs. At the top, another sliding door with a thumbprint scanner.

"Jeez," Indy muttered, "you guys take your security seriously."

Mengele smiled at him and said, "Why do you think?" He then scanned his thumb, and the door opened into what looked like a large living room with windows along the front, and a fireplace at the opposite end. A man with black hair sat in a chair towards the other end, his back to them. "Mein Fuhrer," Mengele said, "hier ist Herr Jones. Er war in der Schatzkammer. In seiner Tasche war der Diamant, zusammen mit zwei goldbarren.'' My Fuhrer, here is Mr Jones. He was in the Treasure Room. In his Bag was the Diamond, along with two gold bars.

''Leg sie auf den Tisch,'' the Fuhrer ordered. Put them on the table. He motioned to the table right next to him. Oberleutnant Mengele quickly obeyed. ''Warte in dem anderen Raum.'' Wait in the other room. The soldiers quickly obeyed, leaving Indiana Jones alone in the room with ''the Fuhrer''. The Fuhrer gave an exaggerated sigh, and stood up and turned to face Indy. Indy was stunned. It couldn't be him. He was dead. Had been for 13 years. Hadn't even been to South America. But there was no mistaking him. The Fuhrer was Adolf Hitler! Hitler chuckled on seeing Indy's reaction. ''Surprised, Dr Jones?'' Indy could barely get the words out. ''You're dead.'' ''So everyone thinks,'' Hitler replied with a smirk. ''Eva and I killed our body doubles, and escaped here.'' ''How?'' was all Indy could say. ''Doesn't matter,'' Hitler replied. ''What does matter is that standing before me is the American bastard who ruined my plans – my plans to retrieve first the Ark of the Covenant, and then the Holy Grail, both of which would have given me unlimited power.'' Indy had regained his composure by now. ''I've stood before you before.'' Now it was Hitler's turn to be surprised. ''Liar. When?'' Indy suppressed a smile as he replied, ''When foiling your plot to steal the Grail. When I stole back my father's Grail diary in Berlin. I was disguised as a German soldier. The crowds pushed me directly into you as you were giving out autographs. You autographed the diary.'' Hitler looked confused for a second, then recognition dawned in his eyes, and he started to become angry. ''You... I was so close to...'' His fists started clenching. Indy now started getting seriously worried. But then, Hitler started getting control of himself. ''No matter.'' He turned and picked up one of the gold bars. ''What is your interest in this?'' ''Nothing,'' Indy replied, which was partly true. ''I wasn't after that. But since they were there...'' Hitler smiled in amusement. He put the bar down, and picked up the crystal. ''What about this?'' Indy didn't answer. ''Do you know what this is?'' Again silence. ''Do you know its significance? I'm waiting for an answer!'' Indy finally spoke. ''Yes.'' ''You know what it holds the key to, if one can only unlock it?'' Hitler asked. ''Yes,'' Indy replied. To Indy's surprise, Hitler tossed the crystal to him. ''Unlock it.'' ''What?'' Indy asked, genuinely surprised. Hitler pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at Indy. ''Open it.''

Indy stalled. "But I don't know how." He was telling the truth.

Hitler cocked the gun, and aimed it properly. "I won't repeat it. OPEN IT!"

Just then, a door on the other end of the room opened, and a young blonde girl – looked about 12 – walked in with a tray, containing what looked like a flask of whisky and a glass. She placed it on the table next to Hitler. "Here you are, father," she said in perfect English.

Hitler put the gun down and said, "Thank you, Ursula."

Indy was too stunned to take advantage of Hitler's temporarily putting his guard down. "Did... did she just call you 'father'?"

"Oh, yes," Hitler beamed at him. "This is my daughter Ursula. She lives with her mother Eva in Ecuador City, but regularly visits."

"Ecuador City?" Indy – his head still swimming – asked. "Eva lives there? And you have A CHILD?!"

"Three children, actually," Hitler replied. "And all speak perfect English and are learning the American accent. Along with Eva, they will infiltrate American politics. Eventually, at least one of my children and grandchildren will become the President of the United States."

"You're not serious," Indy replied.

"Oh, yes I am," Hitler retorted. "I may even rise to a position of power again. And the only reason I'm telling you all this is because you won't live to tell anyone." Indy gulped. That could only mean one thing. "Now, Ursula dear, I have business to finish. You might want to leave the room."

"Sure, Daddy," Ursula replied, before skipping out the door.

Instead of immediately shooting Indiana Jones, Adolf Hitler turned his attention to the flask next to him, keeping the gun in his hand. He started to pour himself a drink.

Indy took his chance. He leapt on the former Fuhrer. Hitler's gun fired, shooting the door through which Indy had entered. The flask and glass were knocked to the floor.

Hitler had never been one for keeping fit. As a result, Indy quickly wrenched the gun from his grasp.

Unfortunately, just as he did so, the door flew open and Oberleutnant Mengele entered with his men. They all quickly raised their guns.

But Indy was a step ahead of him. Hauling Hitler up in front of him, he place Hitler's own gun to his right temple. "One wrong move, such as refusing to drop your guns, or firing your guns, then as I've said once before, 'anything goes'. Your Fuhrer first of all."

Mengele hesitated for a second, then lowered his gun. His men did the same.

"Now then," Indy said, getting to his feet and hauling Hitler up in front of him. "Mengele, put that crystal on the floor in the bag. You know what happens if you don't." Mengele reluctantly obeyed. "Now give me the bag. And no tricks!" Mengele again reluctantly obeyed, facing fierce scowls of fury from his Fuhrer. "Now, good oberleutnant, kindly pick up your radio and have a helicopter sent here – immediately. And the pilot is to step out when he lands it out the front, leaving the engine running."

Mengele looked at Hitler, who reluctantly nodded and gave a subtle wink, which Indy of course couldn't see. Mengele picked up his radio, and barked a command in German.

Five tense minutes later, the helicopter landed, and Indy watched out of the corner of his eye as the pilot jumped out and backed away. "Alright now, gentlemen, you are to leave your guns on the floor when I back out. If any one of you reaches for one, Hitler is dead. I will let him go just before entering the helicopter. No tricks!"

Oberleutnant Mengele nodded, as did his men. Indy then backed towards the door, keeping Hitler between the Nazis and himself. He got out to the helicopter, and began to back up into it. He then shoved Hitler not-so-gently onto the pavement and closed the door, immediately hopping into the pilot's seat and taking off.

Hitler got up as the helicopter lifted into the air, before turning and heading out over the lake. He chuckled and lifted his hand in a small wave.

As Indy flew across the lake, he thought he heard a very slight movement behind him in the chopper. He saw a slight reflection of movement in the windshield. He turned to look just as BANG! A bullet tore straight through his shoulder, cracking the windshield and spattering it with blood. Indy momentarily clutched his shoulder, then grabbed the controls and lurched the helicopter to the side, throwing his would-be assassin off balance. He immediately grabbed his gun, turned around and shot his assailant in the head. Indy then got up and opened the door of the chopper. He sat down, and "tipped the hat": turned the chopper on its side, dropping the body out. He quickly and carefully shut the door again, then flew north.

Adolf Hitler saw the chopper lurching, then the door open and his assassin's body dropped out. He was fuming. He turned around to see his soldiers gathering outside with their guns, watching the show. He stormed right up to Oberleutnant Mengele.

"Sir..." Mengele began. But Hitler didn't let him finish. Grabbing a pistol off one of the other soldiers, he aimed it at Mengele's head and fired.