All right! Chapter number two…. Hope you enjoy! Thanks to the four people who reviewed!!! I appreciate it a lot!

Mutt blinked in surprise, and Marie stared at him in the most pathetic, helpless way. The man in the back suit slowly twitched his lips into a mean and untruthful smile, seeming to enjoy their considerable amount of shock. If you knew Indiana well enough, and looked right into his eyes, you could see a spark of recognition to the situation. He had been in tough spots before, no doubt about that. If he had been alone, his hat would already be on his head and the man in black would be dead.

Now, to complicate things, his wife and son were there. To make matters worse, Marie was over and she was not at this point part of their family. Taking her on an adventure like this would worry her parent and could even end up with them in jail for kidnapping. Though, at this point, he should probably not be worry about jail. More thinking about not dying, less about jail.

The tension pulsed in the air. Everyone in the small room was waiting for someone to break the silence.

"Don't act so shocked, 'Indy'," said the man in black, mocking Indiana's name. "For what you did to my, err, organization, makes you more then worthy of this." The words were shocking, and no one but the man in black knew quite what the words meant.

"What do you want?" Indiana asked. He stared coldly at the man intruding into his house, like staring could make him disappear.

"I want you dead." he replied simply, like telling what time it was or what the weather was like out. "But then, I never get what I want. My organization has decided that you could be useful, Mr. Jones, and so now I am here." He paused to catch his breath, "This is not a choice. Your family comes too, alive if you cooperate, dead if you don't."

"Who are you?" Indy asked, horrified.

"You'll find out soon enough." he sighed. "I'm bored of this chitter-chatter." He stated as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a gun. He pointed it at Mutt in one fluid movement. "Are you going to come, now, or not?" He asked, making the gun click, ready to shoot.

"We're coming!" Marion yelled out quickly, trying to protect Mutt and Marie. She glared a dagger at Indy, her black and silver hair circling her face like some kind of Devil's halo. Indy opened his mouth as if to defend himself from Marion's annoyance, but then decided this was definitely not the time.

"Com'mon Mutt," Indy muttered under his breath, beckoning Mutt to follow him wherever they were going.

"Follow me," the man in black commanded, his voice stern and emotionless. It was hollow and cold to the core, as if he would go to any length to get what he wanted. It was frightening- even to Indy. He hadn't heard a voice like that for years.

The man led them around the back of the house, stepping through shadows and practically disappearing at moments when the neighbors where in view. He then showed them to a dark van parked behind in the alleyway. It was shiny and unusually clean- the windows were blacked out for the most part and you could just barely see the shape of another man in the driver's seat. You could see Marion, Indy, Mutt and Marie all holding their breath. It was a tense moment; no one knew what was going to happen next- except for the men in black.

Though Mutt knew this wasn't the time to be thinking such a thing, but a slight smile crossed he face. Men in black, he thought. It's all so melodramatic. He was making for of us for being too climactic… He smiled some more. Marie saw him smiling and frowned, hitting him lightly on his arm. He immediately stopped, and then changed the smile to a slightly sheepish frown.

During this mini-episode, the man in black had already forced Marion into the back of the large dark van. She sat on the left side of the middle row of seats, pouting that Indy wasn't doing anything rash or inspired so they could escape. She knew with the kids, it would be much too risky to try to escape now, but this going quietly thing wasn't like Indy. It was all too calm and controlled by the mysterious men.

"Go on, get in," Mutt, Indy, and Marie were commanded- and so they did. As soon as they were all in the car, the man in black joined his companion in the van by sitting down in the passenger seat and then nodded his head at the driver. The driver stepped on the gas and sped out on the ally, no one talking until men were satisfied that they were getting away and no one was following them. The driver then spoke for the first time, he voice low and scratchy.

"Indiana Jones," he scoffed. "So you can be captured like a dog. I guess you were right, William. He has lost all of his spark in old age."

William appeared to be the man that had broke into the house and took the family. Though the driver's statement was meant to make him angry, this remark worried Indy. Though he knew that there had been no safe way to escape, he knew if he had been younger he might have stopped the abduction of his family. He grimaced at this thought, and tried to ignore it, wash it from his mind.

"Who are you?" he asked William and the driver.

"Well, you might as well know now since your not going escape." He paused, allowing this to sink in. "After World War two, a group of Nazis were not caught and brought into be trialed or killed. We decided that we would carry on our Nazi mission, but this time in a way that we would not be opposed. We would gather information that would help us build the perfect plans, involving a super weapon- and maybe even with the use of the power of God, we would finally, well, reach the status of world dominators." the driver informed them coolly.

"Then why do you need me?" Indy asked, rather annoyed that yet another group was trying to get his mind top help in their world domination schemes. "I'm no Nazi, I'll never work for you."

"That's the simple part, Indy." William answered. "We just take you, and your family. You'll never work for us if it was your life threatened, no. We needed something to, well, persuade you. Their lives saved by your mind full of valuable information- consider it a trade."

"What do you need, though?"

The men in the front to the van laughed as if this question was very simple. Indy's face stayed solemn and carved in stone while they laughed, while Mutt was just itching to reveal the knife he had in his leather jacket pocket and gauge both of the men's eyes out. Marie knew what he wanted to do, too well in fact. She laid her hand on his arms, stopping him from reaching into his pocket. She shook her head silently at him, and then reaching her fingers into his, started to hold his hand for comfort. She was scared, and this act of vulnerability made Mutt feel terrible for dragging her along and not giving her a chance to run.

"We need," the driver said, voice layered in cliché, "The power of God."

"I'm not God." Indy replied. "What makes you think I can get the power of God for you?"

"Ahhhhh, but what you forget is that you know how to get it," the driver stated. "Yes, Indy- the ark," he sighed. "That's what we want."

Suddenly, Marion looked frightened, like it was finally becoming clear. She spoke up for one of the first times.

"But we don't know where it is!" she said persistently.

"We?" William pondered what she had said. "You mean… You helped him find it? This means you can help us too."

Now it was Indy's turn to give Marion a dagger glare. Marion made a face that seemed to say 'I didn't mean to let it slip' and Indy seemed to say 'but you did'.

"But, the ark's not real." Mutt said, under the impression that Indy, Marion, and the men were crazy. "It's just a Christian myth, like the Holy Grail."

"So he hasn't told you? Your father dug up the ark." he paused a second. "We also have reason to believe that he also found the Holey Grail, but it was lost by some carelessness from our own organization."

The van stopped, and a glance out the windows revealed an airport. A plane was parked about thirty feet from where they sat, and the men and black soon commanded them out of the car and then led them to the plane. The plane was large, full of seats that would house about twenty people per a flight. It was beat up, though, old looking and frayed around the edges.

"Sit down," William commanded. Mutt looked more worried then he should have been at that point, and voiced this thought to the rest if the group.

"You're not," he addressed William, "Flying the plane… Are you?"

The thought had never crossed Indy's mind that William or The Driver of the Van would be flying the plane. This was frightening news to anyone… knowing that their enemies were flying the planes they were riding in.

"Luckily for you," the Driver replied. "Neither of us knows how to fly a plane."

This made the group take a collective sigh of relief, until William spoke, adding onto what the Driver had said.

"Also luckily for you, our, err, organization, needs you alive. Your bodies can't provide anything but experimental organs for us if you are dead. Which isn't a bad idea… but not for the time being." William added the end hurriedly.

"So did you kidnap our pilot?" Indy asked.

"NO MORE QUESTIONS!" William was starting to get angry, so Indy decided that it would be best to do what he suggested. Marie leaned over to Mutt, and whispered into his ear.

"What's his problem?"

Hearing this remark, William screwed up his face and screamed.

"I SAID NO MORE QUESTIONS!"

He said this so loudly, that outside, a family of three, oblivious to the danger inside the plane only a few yards away from them, could hear the man's scream. The wife of the family looked at her husband, and commented on the loud voice floating from the plane's interior.

"I guess he forgot to take his pills?"

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