Chapter Ten

Mutt was holding onto the grill of the truck. It was breaking under his fingers, so he lowered himself to the underside of the still moving truck. He was holding onto the pipes on the underbelly of the truck, guiding himself so the wheels wouldn't run over him, his back scraping against the hot sand.

When he got to the back, he flipped himself over so it was his belly that was scraping against the ground. He pulled himself up so he was in the back of the truck again. He wanted to rest. His leg and arms were throbbing, and he was exhausted. He knew he couldn't though.

He went out the back of the truck, and climbed along the side. When he got to the door, he pushed himself in, feet first. The driver didn't expect Mutt, so his guard was down. Mutt's feet hit the red haired guy, and he went flying out the door. Mutt winced when his bad leg hit the guy. He slid into the driver's seat and followed the truck ahead of him.

He floored the gas pedal. The truck shot forward, ramming into the truck in front of him. Indy, the man with the black hair looked up. The Russian looked surprised and angry. Indy looked unsurprised and proud. Mutt winked at Indy, and he winked back. He knew what to do. Mutt slowed down a little, then sped up again, ramming the truck again. Indy jumped up and body slammed his captor out the back and onto the hood of Mutt's truck. Mutt slowed down, and started swerving to get the Russian off the front of the car.

It worked. The Russian fell off and Mutt felt a bump. He turned green, but he had work to do. He got right behind the truck Indy was in. Indy jumped onto the hood of Mutt's car, and Mutt slowed down to a stop. Indy slid off the hood and Mutt climbed out of the truck.

"Great job Mutt! Did just what I would do!" He said clapping Mutt on the back. "Hey are you okay? You don't look to good." Indy asked as he looked at Mutt's now green face. Mutt ran a couple feet away and threw up. Indy winced.

"I killed him." Mutt muttered. Indy looked up in time to see the remaining Russians turn their truck around and come barreling at them.

"No time for that now Mutt. We gotta go." He grabbed Mutt by the sleeve and shoved him in the passenger side of the truck, while he hopped in the driver's side. Indy started up the truck and sped towards the other truck.

"What are you doing?!" Mutt shouted.

"Playing a game of chicken, Son. Haven't you ever played?" Indy muttered.

"No!" Mutt shrieked. When the other truck was only a couple yards in front of them, Mutt ducked and covered his head with his arms. He waited for the crash. A couple seconds passed and it still didn't come. He peaked out of his protective shell to find his father chuckling silently. He sat up and glared at his father.



Out of the corner of his eye, Indy saw Mutt sticking his tongue out at him. He smiled to himself. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw the Russians truck upside down. He let out a bark of laughter.

Mutt looked up at him. "What?"

"The truck. Look." Mutt looked behind them and laughed. When he looked ahead of them his laughter died out.

"What?" Indy asked

"Dad, look in front of you." Indy did but he didn't see anything.

"I don't see anything."

"Take my word for it that it's really bad and turn around."

"Okay Mutt." He turned the truck around. Before they got ten yards though, their tires were shot out.

"Crap." Mutt banged his head against the dashboard and waited.

It didn't take very long. Their doors were pulled open and they were yanked out. Mutt was shoved to the ground with someone's knee jammed between his shoulder blades. His captor roughly tied his hands behind his back and his knife taken from him. When he was pulled up, he could feel guns aimed at him. He rolled his eyes.

"Dieser LKW ist irreparabel beschädigt. Ich bin amazaed es noch läuft! Holen Sie sich einen neuen LKW und die Gefangenen in den Rücken mit fünf Wachen." said the apparent leader.

Mutt didn't recognize the language but it sure wasn't Russian.

"Was von den Russen Sir?" asked another.

"Töten." the second nodded his head and ran towards the Russian vehicle.

Mutt was lead away from the truck and shoved into a new one. It didn't have a canvas roof. His father was inside of it already.

"Dad, who are they?" Mutt asked nodding to the new comers.

"Nazis." was how Indy answered.

"No talking." One of the guards said in a heavily accented voice.

Mutt felt the truck roar to life. They were off to where ever the Germans were taking them to. In the distance, Mutt could have sworn he heard gunshots.

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