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Chapter 4: Don't Fight, There's Plenty for Everyone

Indiana and Marion slowly and carefully slid their hands into the air. "Now just calm down there big boy." he said cautiously. The Russian soldier was indeed big. In fact he stood at least two feet taller and wider than Mutt and Professor Oxley. His face was pale and square with jutting, yellowed teeth. It was also noted that his eyes seemed spaced just a little too far apart. Indiana could imagine the poor Russians' mother throwing him out the house at birth yelling, "flee monster flee." Indiana also imagined that the poor kid should probably have hobbled to Notre Damn taking refuge in the bell tower rather than Russian army.

The uniform clad Frankenstein's monster made a gesture with his gun which suggested that Indiana and Marion were to stand. Indiana looked at Mutt , gave a sad smile and shrugged his shoulders; at least they wouldn't need to use his mother as bait. Simultaneously a small flying insect decided that Dr Jones' eye would be a good place to make an unjustified kamikaze attack. It flew in at speed, then noting that it hadn't died instantly as per plan, proceeded to wriggle around his eyeball, attempting a poorly constructed breast stroke. Indiana blinked furiously.

Suddenly Mutt nodded, winked, and sprung into action. He swung his right arm round to connect with the Russian's neck, and with the other hand thrusted the cocked gun towards the air to prevent the bullets firing near any of the captors. At the same time he pushed forward with his body to push the off-balanced guard to the floor.

Unfortunately, Mutt had failed to take into consideration that the neck of the Russian was similar to that of a putt bull. His elbow connected, and bounced off. His full body weight recoiled off the statuesque Russian, leaving him a little shocked looking, but otherwise unhurt.

The Russian, now realising Mutt's intent, then reciprocated with a swift kick to the shins. Mutt went down. If he had been given dead leg he would have been thankful. As it happened, his leg was very much alive, and very much in agony. Mutt rolled about the forest floor, clutching his injured leg, using profanities that even shocked his mother. The miss-shaped soldier then proceeded to lean down on his knees, giggle hysterically and pointed at Mutt, like a child who just saw an old lady fall off her roller-skates.

Indiana, after disposing of the offending mini-beast, took the presented opportunity to hit the guard on the back of the neck with two closed fists. While the soldier faltered and wobbled. Indiana then grabbed the gun from his hand and repeated the motion with the butt of the gun. This was a more successful manoeuvre and the guard fell, face first, into the dirt. The tremor of which caused small mammals, hiding in the nearby foliage, to scuttle away in terror.

Indiana moved over to Mutt, still lying on the ground, but no longer rolling or swearing. "What did you think you were doing?" he asked gruffly. He offered a hand to the boy who took it gladly and pulled himself up. "I thought you were hinting for me to do something." Mutt complained rubbing the dirt and plants off his jacket and jeans, "Either that or having some sort of stroke, which I wouldn't really put past you at your age". He hopped slightly on his injured leg. "What has that guy got in his shoes anyway?" he continued grumpily, "I'm pretty sure its broken." He put his foot down and leaned with his body weight. "definitely broken," he exaggerated, "just what I need"

"That wasn't a hint." Indiana claimed, ignoring his son's injury "Something flew into my eye.... And I'll have you know, I'm as healthy as an ox." Indiana turned to walk away.

"Sure." Mutt quietly mumbled, "An old, creaky sickly ox with, like, three legs and a hump back or something" He hobbled after the elder man, tripping over the unconscious guard's legs, then kicking him grumpily. Marion and Professor Oxley smiled at each other and followed suit.

"At least this will make it easier to get the truck." Indiana checked the gun and cocked it. He peeked through the bushes to see two soldiers still pacing. They were both about five meters behind the truck and talking to each other again like old friends. Clearly Godzilla hadn't raised the alarm. The back door of the truck was ajar and presented an escape route if they could get the van was mobile. Silently Indiana gestured to Professor Oxley to come closer. "We'll deal with the guards Ox," he whispered, "You get the the truck and start it up." The professor nodded. Indiana then turned round to Marion, "You go with Oxley in case he needs back up." Then to Mutt, "You're with me."

The team then quietly slid out from the undergrowth. Marion and Oxley tiptoed towards the truck driving compartment and Mutt and Indiana strode more bravely towards the two guards. When they were about five paces away from the chatting Russians, they both stopped and stood their ground. Mutt, in the absence of any effective weapon, raised his knife threateningly "Throw your guns to the ground." Indiana demanded. The two guards, slowly threw their guns down, put their hands in the air and turned round. Then, to Mutt and Indiana's surprise they started smiling.

"Cheery bunch these Russians." Mutt claimed scratching the back of his neck. Indiana stayed silent for a moment, then a look of realisation began to spread across his face. "I think..." he said, turning around to face the truck and lowering his gun, "...they might know something we don't kid"

Mutt turned round slowly. There was the truck. The back door now open. And in it sat at least 20 soldiers, some standing, some sitting, all armed with guns pointing right at the duo. "Why can't anything be easy." he complained.

Suddenly the engine roared to life and the truck screeched into action. The soldiers inside faltered and a five came tumbling out the open door grunting and rolling over each other. Indiana began to run to the truck, jumping over the body pile up effortlessly. "Get moving kid," he called back to Mutt who seemed to be a little slow to take situations in. It's only after a lifetime of adventure that you finally get used to expecting the unexpected.

As Mutt finally pounced into action, he saw Indiana jump and grab the truck door. A soldier tried to grab at him, but Indiana grasped the Russian's arm and pulled him from the truck with ease. He then proceeded to pull himself into the truck, grunting and complaining. Mutt quickly followed suit.

As soon as Mutt had managed to pull his torso inside the truck, he received a swift kick to the side of the head. Temporarily blinded and confused by the blow, he stretched about and grabbed whatever came to hand in order to pull himself fully into the moving vehicle. Luckily it happened to be a Russian who had previously had the intention of shooting Mutt in the back of the head. The soldier fell harshly on his back as Mutt pulled himself in. Indiana, now embroiled in a ten way close contact fight, found the time to kick the fallen comrade out the back, allowing Mutt a chance to compose himself, crawl fully into the moving vehicle and on to his feet.

The first sight he saw when he reopened his eyes was a large, moving fist heading his way. He ducked and the soldier completed his punch on a surprised looking colleague. Mutt then retaliated with a hard punch to the stomach and pushed to two Russians out, stumbling and nearly falling himself. Two more down, the rest to go.

Indiana, in turn had somehow managed to grab a weapon and was ravaging the opposition with furious blows the the face with his gun. They tumbled out the vehicle like falling dominoes.

Suddenly Mutt noticed a soldier near the front of the van. His gun was up and pointed towards Indiana. It seemed he was simply waiting for a clean shot. With only three more flailing guards left, the shot was getting clearer. He slowly lifted his weapon. Mutt considered the situation, there was no way he could either get to the soldier or to Indiana in time. He stared on in horror, he could feel his eyes welling up at the immanent prospect. The soldier aimed. And fired.

The truck bounced shakily into the air as it drove at speed over rainforest terrain. All remaining men were forced into the air, then harshly to the ground. Mutt rolled over, reached out to the final remaining Russian, now stripped of his gun in the fall, and punched him hard in the face. The soldier seemed dazed for a second, then his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he blacked out.

Mutt looked over to Indy. He was lying on the floor motionless. His hat lay by his side where it had fallen. Surely the shot missed. Hurriedly he crawled over and rolled Indiana to see his face. There were a few moments of heart-stopping silence, then Indiana began to groan and his eyes fluttered open. Mutt sighed in relief and handed him his hat. "Pops." he corrected himself for the sake of the circumstance, "Dad, are you ok?"

Indiana rolled himself to his knees, "Oh shit." he swore painfully, grasping his hat with one hand and holding under his ribs with the other. "Oh God, did he get you?" Mutt asked in a panic, grabbing Indiana by the shoulders. "Yeah he got me." Indiana sighed, "That's my third hat this year, these things are expensive!"

Indiana placed his hat on his head and a small perfect hole could be seen in the direct center. Mutt closed his eyes in relief. He then leaned out the back of the moving vehicle and banged his fist twice on the side of the truck to get the attention of his mother and Professor Osley, sitting comfortably and safely in the driving compartment. "What happened to five guards?" he yelled through the moving wind. "I think if you remember correctly," Oxley shouted as he stuck his head out the window, "I said, at least five."