"Wow...that is one creepy house" I stated as the Mercedes-Benz crawled up to the house.
"It's not a house. It's a castle" Elsa corrected me from the front seat. When she turned around I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the seat. Dad stopped the car and turned to Elsa.
"What do you know about this place?" he asked her.
"I know the Brunwalds are famous art collectors" she said. Dad nodded thoughtfully and turned around in his seat to look at me.
"I want you to stay behind me at all times. Do not wander off and do not speak" he instructed as he picked up his bullwhip.
"Got it." I promised him.
"What are you going to do?" Elsa asked, sounding as if she cared. But then again, she had slept with dad back in Venice. They had no idea I knew. But it wasn't difficult to find out.
"Don't know. Think of something" dad replied and Elsa adjusted her beret.
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"This is your amazing plan?" I asked as I followed dad up to the house. He was going to pretend he was a Scottish artist.
"Just go with it" dad assured me and I sighed as the door opened.
"Yes?" a man who looked like a butler answered. Dad stepped into the house with me behind and Elsa close on my trail.
"And not before time! Did you intend to leave us standing on the doorstep all day? We're drenched!" dad complained in a fake Scottish accent.
"Now look! I've gone and caught a sniffle" dad placed his handkerchief away and Elsa handed the butler her coat and I could feel the amusement come from her. I didn't know why she found it so funny. We were risking our lives here.
"Are you expected?" the butler asked dad coldly, by the sounds of his accent he was Austrian.
"Don't take that tone with me, my good man. Now buttle off and tell Baron Brunwald that Lord Clarence and his two lovely assistants are here to view the tapestries" dad instructed the butler who raised a brow.
"Tapestries?" he asked and dad shook his head in mock disgust.
"Dear me, the man is dense. This is a castle, isn't it? There are tapestries" dad said and the butler placed his hands behind his back and stood tall.
"This is a castle. And we have many tapestries. But if you're a Scottish lord, then I am Mickey Mouse" he spat.
"How dare he?" dad roared before punching the man in the jaw, and causing him to fall onto a tapestry.
"Ironic" I mutter and dad smirked at me.
"Where to now?" I asked him and he removed the beret and gave Elsa it back as he took his hat.
"Not sure" he said and began to stalk off down the corridor. As we walked voices seemed to appear and it wasn't long until we finally saw a bunch of people crowded around a table. We looked down onto the sight and then Elsa looked at dad.
"Nazis. I hate these guys" dad murmured and then began to advance further down the corridor.
"This one. I think he's in here" dad stated when he saw one door. I placed my hands onto my hips and looked at him in awe.
"How do you know?" I asked. It looked like a normal door to me.
"Because it's wired" dad sad as if it was that obvious. Dad looked around for a moment and then entered another door after knocking. Dad hastily made his way towards the window and flung it open to allow rain to in and the wind to howl and then he began to climb onto the ledge but I grabbed his arm.
Indy? Indy?" Elsa's worried voice rang out.
"Whoa. What you doing? Have you seen how high up we are?" I asked him and he rustled my hair.
"Don't worry...this is kid's play. I'll be right back" he assured me.
"You'd best be" I replied and then he went out into the darkness. I couldn't see if he had made it or not, but judging by the silence I took it that he had.
"Thank God that is over" I heard Elsa groan and I turned around to look at her. But there wasn't just her. There was two men in uniform stood there, watching me.
"What?" I asked and Elsa grinned. Her coldness made me shiver involuntary as the she spoke in German, causing one of the officers to come and grab me by the arm.
"You're one of them" I accused her as he dragged me back to where she was stood.
"Clever girl. Shame you wasn't clever enough" she patronised me and I struggled in the burly blondes arms as I attempted to lunge for her.
"You won't get away with this." I said threateningly and she smirked more.
"Looks like I have already" she said and then spoke in German. With that another S.S. Officer came into the room.
"Is that his child?" he asked her and she smiled.
"That is Grace Eliza Jones. I would keep her. She may prove useful" Elsa told him and then he stared at me once.
"Perhaps." He sneered and then he left.
"Andrew. Hold her. Vogel, get ready" Elsa commanded and he drew out his gun. But then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed the gun to her head, just in time of the door opening.
"That's far enough. Put down the gun, Doctor Jones. Put down the gun or the Fraulein dies" he threatened. I saw dads face consort to confusion and then I saw grandfather appear.
"Dad...she's one of them! She's a N...!" before I could finish my sentence the big blonde had clapped a hand over my mouth.
"But Gracie is right. She's one of them!" grandfather yelled at dad and I nodded ferociously.
"Indy, please" Elsa fake pleaded.
"She's a Nazi!" grandfather shouted.
"What?" dad gasped. He looked lost and confused as he stared from me to grandfather and back to Elsa.
"Put down the gun and your daughter lives" Vogel tried a different offer and this time dad looked at me. I shook my head, begging for him not to give them what they wanted.
"Indy, no!" Elsa yelled again.
"I will kill her! And then your daughter" Vogel threatened and dad ran a hand through his hair.
"No! Don't shoot!" he begged and grandfather snorted.
"Don't worry. He won't" he told dad.
"Indy, please! Do what he says" Elsa begged him.
"Don't listen to her!" grandfather yelled and I nodded once again and tried to scream over the hand which covered my mouth.
"Enough! They die!" Vogel yelled and Elsa's shrieks echoed in the room.
"Wait! Wait!" dad shouted and he dropped the machine gun to the wooden table. Grandfather moaned and looked at me. Vogel suddenly flung Elsa forward and she landed into dads arms. Dad held her tightly for a second.
"I'm sorry" Elsa whispered.
"No, don't be" dad told her. Then she slipped her hand into dad's pocket and pulled out the Grail Diary.
"But you should have listened to your father" she said slyly and walked back to Vogel.
"Give her to him" Vogel commanded Andrew who suddenly pushed me, but I tripped and fell to the ground. I struggled to get up and when I did dad's arms were around me and I flung mine around his waist as I allowed my head to rest in his chest. Truth be told, I was scared.