"You do not speak, are you unable or unwilling?" he said during kissing her bare shoulder. Marion was disgusted at this man, feeling the touch of his fat fingers and his slimy mouth.
She sighted deeply to get air into her lungs.
Now was the time…
Think Jones, think! You must do something to get that foolish girl out of her pity.
The guy standing next to him stared at the tent and smiled devilishly.
"Hey!"
He turned his attention to Indy.
At that moment he had gotten to his feet and punched the thief with his head.
Nobody had taken notice of this little struggle, so that Indy could hide behind a palm, trying to rub his fetters off.
Marion was occupied not to vomit, when her hand moved inside her pants and pulled out a gun.
"You get your dirty hands off me!" she shouted.
He began to laugh, but followed her order when he saw the weapon.
"Get out of the tent."
Indy was about to get inside the tent from behind, when he heard steps at the entrance.
The chief was coming outside, Marion right behind him with a gun in her hand.
Maybe she wasn't as naive as he had thought her to be.
"So where's your friend? Guess my people have killed him! Which is also going to be your destiny! After I have raped you!" his laugh was evil.
"Don't get any closer or I'll kill'im!" The gun was pointed at his head.
"Face it chick, he is dead!" his hand moved towards Marion's face when she heard a familiar whip.
"Where have you been, Jones? Always waiting for the last second? And why the hell can't you wait for my plan?"
"You can thank me later, honey."
Slowly she walked backwards, never losing sight of her target. "Thank you? You'll have to thank me."
"Run! Just run, no matter what happens to me."
"No, I'll ride, no matter what happens to you."
"Go!"
She dissappeared.
"Now to you, you bastard!"
"What will you do to me?"
Indy pointed his gun at the chief- and fired. "I'm tired…"
The other brigands were too frightened to go after him or challenge him.
Marion sat on one of the horses, waiting for him to come.
"I told you…!"
"Yeah, you told me you'd make it alone. My feeling told me you would not."
"Listen, I am thankful, but…"
"What? Please say it again."
"Thank you. I owe you something. But never do something like this again."
"Why? I saved your butt."
"But you nearly had to sleep with this guy."
"Really think I would have done that? Were you jealous?"
He didn't give an answer to her teasing.
"Well, you really know how to show a lady a nice time."
He began to laugh. "You said that to me before!"
"Yeah, after you did burn my inn!"
"What I'd give now for an inn, a bed and a warm place to sleep."
"I can't provide you with an inn or a bed, but with a warm place."
"Too good for me…"
They fell asleep within seconds.
"Hm…" Marion slowly opened her eyes. She saw a beautiful dawn, feeling the first warm sunbeams touching her face.
Indy was already awake, regarding her.
"Hi", she whispered.
"Good morning."
"What a night…"
"Get up, we have no time to lose."
"Alright, alright. I can eat during the ride. Hopefully we'll find a ride-in."
"Actually I'm not in my best mood today, so would ya please keep your jokes for later!?"
She rosed her eyebrow and mounted the horse.
"The horses are nervous, Indy."
"Yeah. No good sign."
"Just wanna know why." She turned around, but just saw sand. "How do you recognize a sandstorm?"
"What?"
"A sandstorm! How do you…"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
Indy turned his head around to see the nord horizon. His eyes went wide open.
"Don't tell me…"
"Hurry, Marion! Hurry! We need a place to hide!"
He had never been in a sandstorm before and he hoped this time wouldn't be an exception.
His hope died.
After seconds they felt the first grains of sand on their skin and in their eyes.
"Indy, I don't see anything!"
"I know. Close your eyes, try to go on."
The fiercy arabs began to shy, Marion tried to keep her's from bolting, but it had no use.
"You stupid animal, will ya…" but with a sudden movement it throw her out of the saddle.
Indy had heard her shriek and now tried to get her on his horse. But his horse also began to bolt and finally unseated him.
Marion grabbed him by the arm and took him with her through the sandstorm.
The sand was everywhere, she felt it rubbing inside her clothes, in her hair and mouth. If only…
After hours it was over, glas was made out of sand, now Marion knew why.
It felt like her hands were bleeding out of a thousand cuts.
As she opened her eyes, she had to rub them free from the grains.
Nearly her whole body was covered with sand, as was Indy's.
The only visible parts were his head and his hand holding his whip.
"Hey, looks like it's over."
"Was about time. I feel like the sandman tried to kill me."
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.
"What now?" He turned his head around. "Ma, what's that?!" A few metres before them extended a big ruin, where men were working to rebuilt it.
"This must be the exhumination Fayah told us about. We have to get there."
"Wait. There might be traps."
"Aren't you interested in knowing who has captured all the workers?"
"Of course I am, but I don't want to be killed before revealing the mistery."
"All you archeologists and tomb raiders!"
"Listen, what you did last night was your job, but this's mine! Don't interfere."
"So what's your plan, expert?"
"We go nearer and take a closer look."
"Whatever you say."
"Aaahhh." He was trying to get up, but wrapped his arms around his left leg in pain.
"What's wrong?"
"M-must have broken my leg when fallin' down from the horse." Avoiding the ache he tried to get up.
"Take my arm."
"Where're we goin?"
"To the exhumination."
"Are you crazy?"
"No, you can chose: die in the desert or try your chances with those guys."
"What a choice!"
As they entered the arenal of the ruin, waiters came towards them- with guns targeted at them.
"Don't shoot, we are americans! He needs help. Please!"
They did not answer, but made signs to follow.
When they passed the working men, Indy regarded everybody, to his disapointment Sallah was not among them.
The palace was astounding, made of ivory pillars and marble ceiling.
The fire burning in the golden lamps flooded the hall with light.
Indy was reminded on an old egyptian temple, only the hieroglyphs were missing.
In his left leg he felt aching pain.
Marion knew she was nervous.
Nobody said a word, a deathly silence.
These guys standing at the wall in their black garments, stared at them.
They reminded her on the reaper or Death himself without a scythe.
Suddenly the waiters stopped and left.
All her senses were set on alert.
It felt like Indy was getting heavier and heavier by the time, maybe he was about to faint, although she instantly hoped he would not.
Apparently he had to fight pain.
The black dressed men slowly stepped forward and built a circle around them.
Indy's hand went to his gun.
"You are witnesses."
Marion was pale of fear.
"Pardon?"
"You have seen the ark of the covenant."
"Yeah, we have."
"Dr. Henry Jones jun. and Marion Ravenwood."
They were stunned for a moment. "How do you…"
"We wanted you to come."
"Wanted? We came here because a friend is missing! And you have something to do with it! By the way, who's we?"
He unveiled his face.
It hit him, Indy was shocked. "Himmler, weren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Yes, but weren't you supposed to be dead more than a thousand times?"
He did not answer.
"Take care of his leg, then bring them both into the dungeon."
"What will you do to us?" Marion shouted.
"We have many ways, Fraeulein."
They were seperated from each other.
This feeling of soft skin laying by his side, warm wind carressing his face, sharing one bed, one house, one life.
No more running over the globe like a bum.
Seeing the sun rise and fall, getting old.
Finding hold.
Finding love.
Finding peace.
He smiled at himself.
Slowly he opened his eyes-
To realize all this was only a dream.
There was pain in his leg, he was alone.
The room was enlighted by a lamp, his bed had curtains hanging before it.
This wasn't a dungeon. If so, it was the best he had ever been to.
One question filled his head: Where was Marion?
There was no sign of her, although the room was pretty big and included another bed. Somebody rose from it.
"Hello Henry."
THIS VOICE! He hadn't heard it in years.
"Who's there?"
"I see, you reject bad memories." The man got up and removed the curtain.
"ABNER!"
"It's nice to see you, Henry. At least in one way."
He felt his heart beating up to his throat. "I-I don't know what to say…"
"I think so. How did you get here?"
"W- I was looking for a friend who's missing."
"Who's we?" He moved closer to Indy. "Is Marion with you?"
"Yes."
"Where's she now?"
"I have no idea. We were seperated."
"Still know how to ruin her life, hm?"
"Please Abner, I've had that argument with her over and over."
"Well, she's my girl."
He tried to change the subject. "How long have you been here?"
"For five months. They bring everybody here who has something to do with the ark of the covenant."
"Why you? You were just looking for it."
"True, but I've found the medallion of Re. Why do they want you here?"
"Well, I discovered the ark and saw it in action."
The old man's eyes wided. "Is that true? And you survived?"
"Well, I knew that you're not allowed to face the power of God."
"What do they want from my daughter?"
"She was with me."
"Poor girl…"
"What you can say! You left her without a penny in Nepal."
"Don't blame me for ruining her life! I had to leave her."
"Why?" he shouted.
"Because she was in danger!"
"And Nepal's no danger? She had to work in an inn, earn her living by working as a …"
"A what?"
"Never mind."
"Do You know what you have done to her?"
"Yes, I know! You don't have to remind me."
"I wonder why she didn't ignore you. She hated you!"
"She owned the medallion I needed for finding the ark. And cause of some twists we finally became partners."
"Leave the details, son of a bitch! She's twelve years younger than you!"
"We've had this argument already, Abner."
"Maybe a refreshment can help us both!"
"I would not have expected our reunion ends in an argument."
"As an archeologist you have to expect the unexpectable."
"Maybe we should concentrate on finding Marion instead of quarreling about her."
He nodded. "I have been in this dungeon for 5 months now, Indy, and trust me, there is no way out."
"I'll find one, I always do." He knocked on the door.
Abner stood behind him in disbelief.
A guard opened.
"Hi!" Indy just said. "Maybe you can help me."
"I do not think so, Herr Jones."
"My girlfriend must be here, somewhere. I have to give her something. Her life depends on it."
"And what exactly should that be?"
"Uh- some pills."
The guard began to smile. "You want to get to her? Well…" He turned- and stroke him badly in the stomach.
Indy felt sudden pain throughout his body, but gave the guard a knock in his face. Their fight lasted a few minutes before the Nazi fell to the ground.
"C'mon Abner!"
"Where did you learn that?"
"From your daughter, now come."
"You don't expect me to trust you, do you?"
"Would you please move on or should I throw you over my shoulder?"
"On my way."
The only weapon they had was the gun from the guard, but Indy wanted his whip back.
There weren't many cells and most of them were empty.
He peaked around a corner and saw how three germans brought Marion into a dungeon.
"You get your hands off me, you dirty bastards!" She tried to lose the grip without success; instead, a guard throw her to the ground.
"When the americans find out about this, you'll be dead!"
Two of them took her by the arm and went into the cell, the third one stood outside and waited.
Suddenly there were desperate screams coming from Marion. "NO, LET GO!!!!!"
"What are they doing to her?" Abner whispered.
"Be quiet!"
The other SS-officer had heard voices and moved in Indy's and Abner's direction.
"Damn!"
When he was about to turn around the corner, he gave him a knock with the gun, so that he collapsed.
"Do you really have to kill everybody, Henry?"
"Would you please shut up? Here, hope you can handle a gun."
Indy took the machine-gun from the guard.
Marion's screams hadn't stopped, he wondered how her father could stay so calm.
Quietly he entered the cell, saw the two guys leaning over her.
"Hey boys!" he shouted to get their attention.
"Verdammt!!" they twirled around, trying to load their weapons; however, Indy was faster and shot one of them.
The other one stood still.
"Stay where you are or you're with your friend!"
He took the keys from him and gave Marion a hand.
"C'mon honey."
"I need a weapon; Give me yours!" The guard handed it to her.
They moved outside and locked the door.
She threw her arms around him in relief. "I thought they'd killed you!"
"Nobody will ever."
When she opened her eyes she froze to a pillar of salt.
"Hey little darling."
"No- NO, t-this can't be! Y-you died…!"
Slowly, very slowly she went over to him, still unable to accept it was her father standing before her.
"I'd thought I'd never see you again." He kissed her softly on the forehead.
"How did you survive?"
"I'll tell you later, better we get out off here as soon as possible."
"You are going nowhere", came the voice from Himmler. "Fesselt sie und sperrt sie wieder ein!" [get them and throw them into the dungeon again.]
Six guards armed their weapons and moved towards them.
Abner shot a view over to Indy, Marion to her dad. Both nodded.
"RUN!"
As fast as they could they ran down the paths they'd come from.
"Dad, don't hesitate to shoot one of them!"
"I should kill somebody?"
"If he is willing to kill you!?"
"You can chat later!"
Before them lay another corner.
"STOP!" Indy suddenly screamed.
"What now? It's a douzen versus three."
"I can see that by myself, Abner."
"Maybe you should surrender, Dr. Jones."
"What if I won't?"
"Then you'll have to face the consequences."
"It's always the same with you Krauts!" He was about to arm his weapon when Marion put a hand on the machine-gun. "They won't kill us." She whispered.
He gave her a puzzled look. "Alright, Himmler." He threw the weapon to the ground.
"Very wise to listen to her."
Three guards went forward to disarm father and daughter, when Indy grabbed Abner's gun and shot the three approaching men, Marion was stunned for seconds, but armed and fired in the direction of Himmler and his guys.
Abner tried to get to a weapon, but had to duck when the Germans opened fire.
Marion felt like she had to slap Indy.
How could he be so foolish and attack 12 soldiers? She tried to fight her anger, when she saw a bullett hitting her father.
"NO!" she hastened in his direction, holding him, when tears ran down her face.
"Dad, dad, please hold on! Don't leave me. Listen! Don't leave me."
"Marion, honey…"
Indy saw her squatting over her dad, understanding what has happened.
He rose his hands to demonstrate their defeat.
"We surrender."
Some guards led him to Himmler.
"Bring him to the brig."
Then the German went over to Marion.
"Fraeulein, please get up."
She was furious. "You killed my father, you damn bastards!"
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "We do what we can for your father. But reconsider: Who caused your father's death?"
Another soldier grabbed her by the arm.
When she was gone, Himmler placed his finger at Abner's neck.
"Dummer Jones!" [stupid jones]
A guard approached him. "Sir, we are ready for his revival."
"Good, the French man should give us some information about the ark. Begin. And take Mr. Ravenwood to the chamber."
She sighted deeply to get air into her lungs.
Now was the time…
Think Jones, think! You must do something to get that foolish girl out of her pity.
The guy standing next to him stared at the tent and smiled devilishly.
"Hey!"
He turned his attention to Indy.
At that moment he had gotten to his feet and punched the thief with his head.
Nobody had taken notice of this little struggle, so that Indy could hide behind a palm, trying to rub his fetters off.
Marion was occupied not to vomit, when her hand moved inside her pants and pulled out a gun.
"You get your dirty hands off me!" she shouted.
He began to laugh, but followed her order when he saw the weapon.
"Get out of the tent."
Indy was about to get inside the tent from behind, when he heard steps at the entrance.
The chief was coming outside, Marion right behind him with a gun in her hand.
Maybe she wasn't as naive as he had thought her to be.
"So where's your friend? Guess my people have killed him! Which is also going to be your destiny! After I have raped you!" his laugh was evil.
"Don't get any closer or I'll kill'im!" The gun was pointed at his head.
"Face it chick, he is dead!" his hand moved towards Marion's face when she heard a familiar whip.
"Where have you been, Jones? Always waiting for the last second? And why the hell can't you wait for my plan?"
"You can thank me later, honey."
Slowly she walked backwards, never losing sight of her target. "Thank you? You'll have to thank me."
"Run! Just run, no matter what happens to me."
"No, I'll ride, no matter what happens to you."
"Go!"
She dissappeared.
"Now to you, you bastard!"
"What will you do to me?"
Indy pointed his gun at the chief- and fired. "I'm tired…"
The other brigands were too frightened to go after him or challenge him.
Marion sat on one of the horses, waiting for him to come.
"I told you…!"
"Yeah, you told me you'd make it alone. My feeling told me you would not."
"Listen, I am thankful, but…"
"What? Please say it again."
"Thank you. I owe you something. But never do something like this again."
"Why? I saved your butt."
"But you nearly had to sleep with this guy."
"Really think I would have done that? Were you jealous?"
He didn't give an answer to her teasing.
"Well, you really know how to show a lady a nice time."
He began to laugh. "You said that to me before!"
"Yeah, after you did burn my inn!"
"What I'd give now for an inn, a bed and a warm place to sleep."
"I can't provide you with an inn or a bed, but with a warm place."
"Too good for me…"
They fell asleep within seconds.
"Hm…" Marion slowly opened her eyes. She saw a beautiful dawn, feeling the first warm sunbeams touching her face.
Indy was already awake, regarding her.
"Hi", she whispered.
"Good morning."
"What a night…"
"Get up, we have no time to lose."
"Alright, alright. I can eat during the ride. Hopefully we'll find a ride-in."
"Actually I'm not in my best mood today, so would ya please keep your jokes for later!?"
She rosed her eyebrow and mounted the horse.
"The horses are nervous, Indy."
"Yeah. No good sign."
"Just wanna know why." She turned around, but just saw sand. "How do you recognize a sandstorm?"
"What?"
"A sandstorm! How do you…"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
Indy turned his head around to see the nord horizon. His eyes went wide open.
"Don't tell me…"
"Hurry, Marion! Hurry! We need a place to hide!"
He had never been in a sandstorm before and he hoped this time wouldn't be an exception.
His hope died.
After seconds they felt the first grains of sand on their skin and in their eyes.
"Indy, I don't see anything!"
"I know. Close your eyes, try to go on."
The fiercy arabs began to shy, Marion tried to keep her's from bolting, but it had no use.
"You stupid animal, will ya…" but with a sudden movement it throw her out of the saddle.
Indy had heard her shriek and now tried to get her on his horse. But his horse also began to bolt and finally unseated him.
Marion grabbed him by the arm and took him with her through the sandstorm.
The sand was everywhere, she felt it rubbing inside her clothes, in her hair and mouth. If only…
After hours it was over, glas was made out of sand, now Marion knew why.
It felt like her hands were bleeding out of a thousand cuts.
As she opened her eyes, she had to rub them free from the grains.
Nearly her whole body was covered with sand, as was Indy's.
The only visible parts were his head and his hand holding his whip.
"Hey, looks like it's over."
"Was about time. I feel like the sandman tried to kill me."
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed.
"What now?" He turned his head around. "Ma, what's that?!" A few metres before them extended a big ruin, where men were working to rebuilt it.
"This must be the exhumination Fayah told us about. We have to get there."
"Wait. There might be traps."
"Aren't you interested in knowing who has captured all the workers?"
"Of course I am, but I don't want to be killed before revealing the mistery."
"All you archeologists and tomb raiders!"
"Listen, what you did last night was your job, but this's mine! Don't interfere."
"So what's your plan, expert?"
"We go nearer and take a closer look."
"Whatever you say."
"Aaahhh." He was trying to get up, but wrapped his arms around his left leg in pain.
"What's wrong?"
"M-must have broken my leg when fallin' down from the horse." Avoiding the ache he tried to get up.
"Take my arm."
"Where're we goin?"
"To the exhumination."
"Are you crazy?"
"No, you can chose: die in the desert or try your chances with those guys."
"What a choice!"
As they entered the arenal of the ruin, waiters came towards them- with guns targeted at them.
"Don't shoot, we are americans! He needs help. Please!"
They did not answer, but made signs to follow.
When they passed the working men, Indy regarded everybody, to his disapointment Sallah was not among them.
The palace was astounding, made of ivory pillars and marble ceiling.
The fire burning in the golden lamps flooded the hall with light.
Indy was reminded on an old egyptian temple, only the hieroglyphs were missing.
In his left leg he felt aching pain.
Marion knew she was nervous.
Nobody said a word, a deathly silence.
These guys standing at the wall in their black garments, stared at them.
They reminded her on the reaper or Death himself without a scythe.
Suddenly the waiters stopped and left.
All her senses were set on alert.
It felt like Indy was getting heavier and heavier by the time, maybe he was about to faint, although she instantly hoped he would not.
Apparently he had to fight pain.
The black dressed men slowly stepped forward and built a circle around them.
Indy's hand went to his gun.
"You are witnesses."
Marion was pale of fear.
"Pardon?"
"You have seen the ark of the covenant."
"Yeah, we have."
"Dr. Henry Jones jun. and Marion Ravenwood."
They were stunned for a moment. "How do you…"
"We wanted you to come."
"Wanted? We came here because a friend is missing! And you have something to do with it! By the way, who's we?"
He unveiled his face.
It hit him, Indy was shocked. "Himmler, weren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Yes, but weren't you supposed to be dead more than a thousand times?"
He did not answer.
"Take care of his leg, then bring them both into the dungeon."
"What will you do to us?" Marion shouted.
"We have many ways, Fraeulein."
They were seperated from each other.
This feeling of soft skin laying by his side, warm wind carressing his face, sharing one bed, one house, one life.
No more running over the globe like a bum.
Seeing the sun rise and fall, getting old.
Finding hold.
Finding love.
Finding peace.
He smiled at himself.
Slowly he opened his eyes-
To realize all this was only a dream.
There was pain in his leg, he was alone.
The room was enlighted by a lamp, his bed had curtains hanging before it.
This wasn't a dungeon. If so, it was the best he had ever been to.
One question filled his head: Where was Marion?
There was no sign of her, although the room was pretty big and included another bed. Somebody rose from it.
"Hello Henry."
THIS VOICE! He hadn't heard it in years.
"Who's there?"
"I see, you reject bad memories." The man got up and removed the curtain.
"ABNER!"
"It's nice to see you, Henry. At least in one way."
He felt his heart beating up to his throat. "I-I don't know what to say…"
"I think so. How did you get here?"
"W- I was looking for a friend who's missing."
"Who's we?" He moved closer to Indy. "Is Marion with you?"
"Yes."
"Where's she now?"
"I have no idea. We were seperated."
"Still know how to ruin her life, hm?"
"Please Abner, I've had that argument with her over and over."
"Well, she's my girl."
He tried to change the subject. "How long have you been here?"
"For five months. They bring everybody here who has something to do with the ark of the covenant."
"Why you? You were just looking for it."
"True, but I've found the medallion of Re. Why do they want you here?"
"Well, I discovered the ark and saw it in action."
The old man's eyes wided. "Is that true? And you survived?"
"Well, I knew that you're not allowed to face the power of God."
"What do they want from my daughter?"
"She was with me."
"Poor girl…"
"What you can say! You left her without a penny in Nepal."
"Don't blame me for ruining her life! I had to leave her."
"Why?" he shouted.
"Because she was in danger!"
"And Nepal's no danger? She had to work in an inn, earn her living by working as a …"
"A what?"
"Never mind."
"Do You know what you have done to her?"
"Yes, I know! You don't have to remind me."
"I wonder why she didn't ignore you. She hated you!"
"She owned the medallion I needed for finding the ark. And cause of some twists we finally became partners."
"Leave the details, son of a bitch! She's twelve years younger than you!"
"We've had this argument already, Abner."
"Maybe a refreshment can help us both!"
"I would not have expected our reunion ends in an argument."
"As an archeologist you have to expect the unexpectable."
"Maybe we should concentrate on finding Marion instead of quarreling about her."
He nodded. "I have been in this dungeon for 5 months now, Indy, and trust me, there is no way out."
"I'll find one, I always do." He knocked on the door.
Abner stood behind him in disbelief.
A guard opened.
"Hi!" Indy just said. "Maybe you can help me."
"I do not think so, Herr Jones."
"My girlfriend must be here, somewhere. I have to give her something. Her life depends on it."
"And what exactly should that be?"
"Uh- some pills."
The guard began to smile. "You want to get to her? Well…" He turned- and stroke him badly in the stomach.
Indy felt sudden pain throughout his body, but gave the guard a knock in his face. Their fight lasted a few minutes before the Nazi fell to the ground.
"C'mon Abner!"
"Where did you learn that?"
"From your daughter, now come."
"You don't expect me to trust you, do you?"
"Would you please move on or should I throw you over my shoulder?"
"On my way."
The only weapon they had was the gun from the guard, but Indy wanted his whip back.
There weren't many cells and most of them were empty.
He peaked around a corner and saw how three germans brought Marion into a dungeon.
"You get your hands off me, you dirty bastards!" She tried to lose the grip without success; instead, a guard throw her to the ground.
"When the americans find out about this, you'll be dead!"
Two of them took her by the arm and went into the cell, the third one stood outside and waited.
Suddenly there were desperate screams coming from Marion. "NO, LET GO!!!!!"
"What are they doing to her?" Abner whispered.
"Be quiet!"
The other SS-officer had heard voices and moved in Indy's and Abner's direction.
"Damn!"
When he was about to turn around the corner, he gave him a knock with the gun, so that he collapsed.
"Do you really have to kill everybody, Henry?"
"Would you please shut up? Here, hope you can handle a gun."
Indy took the machine-gun from the guard.
Marion's screams hadn't stopped, he wondered how her father could stay so calm.
Quietly he entered the cell, saw the two guys leaning over her.
"Hey boys!" he shouted to get their attention.
"Verdammt!!" they twirled around, trying to load their weapons; however, Indy was faster and shot one of them.
The other one stood still.
"Stay where you are or you're with your friend!"
He took the keys from him and gave Marion a hand.
"C'mon honey."
"I need a weapon; Give me yours!" The guard handed it to her.
They moved outside and locked the door.
She threw her arms around him in relief. "I thought they'd killed you!"
"Nobody will ever."
When she opened her eyes she froze to a pillar of salt.
"Hey little darling."
"No- NO, t-this can't be! Y-you died…!"
Slowly, very slowly she went over to him, still unable to accept it was her father standing before her.
"I'd thought I'd never see you again." He kissed her softly on the forehead.
"How did you survive?"
"I'll tell you later, better we get out off here as soon as possible."
"You are going nowhere", came the voice from Himmler. "Fesselt sie und sperrt sie wieder ein!" [get them and throw them into the dungeon again.]
Six guards armed their weapons and moved towards them.
Abner shot a view over to Indy, Marion to her dad. Both nodded.
"RUN!"
As fast as they could they ran down the paths they'd come from.
"Dad, don't hesitate to shoot one of them!"
"I should kill somebody?"
"If he is willing to kill you!?"
"You can chat later!"
Before them lay another corner.
"STOP!" Indy suddenly screamed.
"What now? It's a douzen versus three."
"I can see that by myself, Abner."
"Maybe you should surrender, Dr. Jones."
"What if I won't?"
"Then you'll have to face the consequences."
"It's always the same with you Krauts!" He was about to arm his weapon when Marion put a hand on the machine-gun. "They won't kill us." She whispered.
He gave her a puzzled look. "Alright, Himmler." He threw the weapon to the ground.
"Very wise to listen to her."
Three guards went forward to disarm father and daughter, when Indy grabbed Abner's gun and shot the three approaching men, Marion was stunned for seconds, but armed and fired in the direction of Himmler and his guys.
Abner tried to get to a weapon, but had to duck when the Germans opened fire.
Marion felt like she had to slap Indy.
How could he be so foolish and attack 12 soldiers? She tried to fight her anger, when she saw a bullett hitting her father.
"NO!" she hastened in his direction, holding him, when tears ran down her face.
"Dad, dad, please hold on! Don't leave me. Listen! Don't leave me."
"Marion, honey…"
Indy saw her squatting over her dad, understanding what has happened.
He rose his hands to demonstrate their defeat.
"We surrender."
Some guards led him to Himmler.
"Bring him to the brig."
Then the German went over to Marion.
"Fraeulein, please get up."
She was furious. "You killed my father, you damn bastards!"
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "We do what we can for your father. But reconsider: Who caused your father's death?"
Another soldier grabbed her by the arm.
When she was gone, Himmler placed his finger at Abner's neck.
"Dummer Jones!" [stupid jones]
A guard approached him. "Sir, we are ready for his revival."
"Good, the French man should give us some information about the ark. Begin. And take Mr. Ravenwood to the chamber."