As I sat with grandfather in the back seat of Sallah's car in an Iskenderun Street I couldn't help but worry. We had grandfather back safe and now we just needed Brody.

"What happened to Marcus, Sallah?" Dad asked worriedly.

"Ah, they set out across the desert this afternoon. I believe they took Mister Brody with them" Sallah replied and grandfather his dad round the head with his hat.

"Now they have the map! And in this sort of race, there's no silver medal for finishing second" grandfather shouted and that was when I knew we were going after Donovan and the grail.

...

"I don't like this. I don't like this one little bit" I complained as we looked upon Donovan's party. I couldn't help but wonder if Karl was with them. I hoped he wasn't.

"Ah, I see Brody. He seems okay. They've got a tank. Six-pound gun" dad observed.

"What do you think you're doing? Get down!" grandfather snapped and dad grinned.

"Dad, we're well out of range" dad assured him. But apparently we wasn't because suddenly something came flying in our direction and then blew up the car we used.

"That car belonged to my brother-in-law." Sallah complained and then we began to move. As we moved we began to hear gunshots, but nothing came towards us. Dad and grandfather peered over the rock and I looked from the side.

"Now, who are all these people?" grandfather asked concerned.

"Who cares? As long as they're keeping Donovan busy. Dad, you stay here while Sallah and I organize transportation. Gracie, stay with your grandfather" dad said and he left. As soon as dad and Sallah had gone grandfather began to look around.

"You're plotting" I stated and he looked at me and smiled.

"Brody's in that tank" grandfather said and he began to climb down the mountainside.

"You don't think you're going in there alone do you?" I asked when I saw his questioning gaze.

"You are definitely a Jones" he smiled proudly and I laughed.

"Is that a compliment or an insult?" I chuckled. It wasn't too difficult to climb into the tank and when we saw it was empty that was even better. Grandfather tapped Brody on the shoulder and he almost shrieked.

"Marcus!" grandfather exclaimed.

"Arghhh! Oh!" Marcus exclaimed and then they did something weird with their arms and began chanting something before shaking hands.

"Henry! What are you doing here?" Brody gasped.

"It's a rescue, old boy. Come on" grandfather said and he turned to the ladders but before he could actually climb through the hole two soldiers dropped down.

"Karl!" I yelled and he looked at me. The other guard stared with a confused expression on his face. And then he was there. Vogel.

"Search him" Vogel said and the soldiers pointed the guns at us. Karl continued to stare at me but I saw that he had a black eye and what looked like stitches.

"What is in this book? That miserable little Diary of yours!" Vogel spat but grandfather remained quiet. Vogel removed his glove and slapped grandfather round the face.

"Leave him alone!" I shouted at him and he turned to look at me before raising a hand and slapping me straight across the face.

"Don't hurt my granddaughter" father spoke menacingly and Vogel returned to him.

"Here's the map. The book is useless, and yet you come all the way back to Berlin to get it. Why?" Vogel asked and slapped grandfather again.

"What are you hiding?" he asked but again silence followed by another slap.

"What does the Diary tell you that it doesn't tell us?" Vogel reached out to slap grandfather but he quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"It tells me that goose-stepping morons like yourself should try reading books instead of burning them" grandfather said quietly and then we heard another voice.

"Colonel? Jones is getting away" Donovan said.

"I think not, Herr Donovan" Vogel spoke smugly.

"Not that Jones - - the other Jones!" Donovan spoke with frustration filling his voice.

"Herr Colonel!"

Vogel walked down the tank and shouted the other guard. Now I took my chance to speak with Karl.

"What happened to you?" I asked and he looked at me.

"Well when I allow a prisoner to escape they do not take too kindly to it" he spat at me and I gasped in horror.

"Karl...I am sorry...but I had to go..." I told him. I could feel Brody and grandfather staring at us and out heated discussion.

"No you didn't. You could have stayed" he hissed.

"What would you have done?" I changed the situation and he looked down.

"That is different" he retorted and I snorted.

"I can't see how" I replied.

"Maybe if you weren't so stubborn..." he whispered and I rolled my eyes.

"I am not stubborn" I replied and then Vogel yelled.

"Fire!"

"Yes you are. If you would have just stayed with me and realised what they would do to my mother than there wouldn't have been any problem and they wouldn't have put me in hospital" he said and I snorted.

"Not for you but for me there would have been a problem. I would have been held captive" I replied.

"By me. Did you not believe that I would have looked after you?" he asked and I couldn't say anything.

"I would never have hurt you...never..." he promised and I believed him. I believed a Nazi. God, dad would have killed me.

"I'm sorry Karl" I said and then he did not reply.

"Den Kubelwagon sprengen!" Vogel suddenly yelled and more shots were fired. Grandfather was pushed back from the window and he said something in German twice. But then suddenly there was an explosion and smoke began to fill up.

"Dad! Gracie! Dad!" I heard someone yell and realised it must have been dad. But the other guard was still pointing a gun at us. Karl was doing the same but he looked less menacing.

"Junior? Junior? Junior!" grandfather yelled "We're here. Me and Gracie!"

But then the Nazi soldier swung his fist and he knocked grandfather from the seat which he occupied.

"Hey! Leave him alone" I spat and began to help grandfather up from the floor.

"Dad! Gracie!" dad shouted from the entrance but something was around his neck. A chain.

"Dad! Oh my God Dad" I yelled.

"Dad! Dad! Get it!" dad shouted and then I saw a gun. But I wasn't interested in the gun. My dad was up there being strangled to death. I quickly began to rush for the ladders but then I felt his hands go around my waist and drag me back.

"No!" I bellowed and began trying to hit him. Once I was back on the ground he held me still and the other guard looked at me and then pressed his gun to my side.

"You bitch." He smiled and he leaned in closer to me. I felt his stubble on my cheek and then he whispered something into my ear. It was German but I didn't understand. Apparently Karl did because his posture changed and he became rigid. Suddenly the periscope moved and the Nazi who was looking at it fell into grandfather who then pushed past the Nazi and grabbed onto the gun dad had dropped. The man at the periscope then grabbed onto grandfather from behind and forced the gun towards him. But then the periscope Nazi pulled on grandfather's face but soon came off with ink covered on his face. He stumbled backwards and fell which caused him to hit his head and knock himself out. But there was still the soldier who had threatened me in German.

"You two are dead!" he yelled at grandfather and Brody who was sat down again.

"But you...Mr. Donovan has offered a reward for whoever gets you" and then he spoke in German. Karl suddenly released me and walked over to the officer who grinned at him. But Karl did not grin back. Instead he drew his fist back and flung it at the officer who stumbled backwards and hit his head on metal. I looked at Karl confusingly and he sighed.

"He wasn't acting like a gentleman" Karl said and I laughed.

"Henry, the pen - -" Brody suddenly said.

"What?" grandfather asked.

"But don't you see? The pen is mightier than the sword" Brody said and then grandfather chuckled before going off to the tank gun and firing. Karl did nothing.

"But you'll get into trouble..." I said as he stood next to me and watched grandfather.

"I know" he whispered and looked down at me.

"Look what you did!" Brody gasped.

"It's war" grandfather said and I sighed. That it was.

But then the soldier who had been knocked out stood up and he pushed grandfather into a pile of boxes, before punching him around the face. Then there was a gun, before anything could be done Brody hit the soldier over the head with a canister but as he fell the discharging gun went into the air. Karl threw his arms over me and made me duck down as the bullet ricocheted in the tank and finally into the drivers hat. Blood poured out and then I saw that no one was driving the tank.

"Dad? Grace?" I heard dad yell again.

"You call this archaeology?" grandfather shouted.

"Get out of there!" dad commanded and Brody began to climb from the tank. I looked quickly at Karl who smiled.

"Go" he told me.

"You have to come...you might die" I told him and he grabbed onto my hand.

"Well I die knowing I saved a young girl" he told me and then I kissed him. Oh my God, I kissed him on the lips. Grandfather had just been pulled out after complaining I should go first.

"Gracie!" dad yelled and I pulled away from Karl.

"Did you just force yourself upon my daughter?" dad yelled angrily and I shook my head.

"Go Grace...I shall try to follow" Karl promised and I nodded and climbed up. Dad wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me to sit on the tank and then to fall onto a horse. I screamed as I went but then grasped on grandfather. The horse stopped just as the tank fell off the cliff. I quickly jumped off the horse and ran to the edge. I looked down upon the wreckage and began to sob.

"Dad!" I yelled "Dad...no...please..."

"Junior?" grandfather yelled and then the tank exploded. I yelled loudly and grandfather drew me into a hug.

"Indy?" Sallah yelled.

"Oh, God. I've lost him. And I never told him anything. I just wasn't ready, Marcus. Five minutes would have been enough" grandfather said and he held me tightly. We must have stood there for a few minutes because then grandfather yelled.

"I thought I'd lost you, boy" and he took his arms from me and threw them onto someone else. I turned around and saw dad. Grandfather removed his arms and then I latched mine around his neck and he gently held my waist.

"I thought you had died...I thought you had gone..." I sobbed and he held me. But then I realised. He had gone. Karl had died. There was no way he made it out in time. If I had let him go before me then he may still be alive...I began to sob louder at this thought and then I fainted.