Chapter Five


The truck had gradually been slowing down. Indy turned it so it went long wise, blocking the road. "Get behind the wheels." He said. "And even if they threten to kill us don't tell them anything. They only heard enough to know that we are planning something and they need us alive to find out what it is."


"Don't worry," She said as she crouched behind a wheel, "I'm tough, I don't crack easily." Indy flashed her his hamdome lopsided smile.


"We're cut of the same cloth then." He said. Laura handed Indy his gun and he fired off a few rounds at the aprouching troopers ocasionally hitting one now and then. In a momet he and Laura were surrounded with at least 20 guns pointed at them.

They slowly stood and raised their hands. Two of the Nazis handcuffed them.


"Get in the car." A slodier demanded. He opened the door to a black sedan that had pulled us and shoved Indy in then Laura on top of him, without giving them a chance to get in themselves. He slammed the door shut behind them, almost smashing Laura's foot in it. She pulled it out of the way while struggling to sit up.


"You okay?" Indy asked her. He had seen her foot almost get crushed.


"Yes." She said breathlessly. She tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes the smiled at him to show that she wasn't afraid. But Indy knew that really she was. They were taken back to the Nazi headquarters.


When they got out they were ushered into the office of Captain Von Ran and when Indy saw him he bristled.


"I should have know it would be you." He said angrily. Von Ran just smiled.


"I'm glad you remember me, Dr. Jones." He said.


"You've met?" Laura asked in bewilderment.


"Oh, yes." Indy said. "He's about as big of a rat as they come." Indy lunged at Von Ran even though his hands were still cuffed behind his back. A soldier stopped him by hitting him in the stomach with the butt of his gun. The blow was hard. Indy almost doubled over in pain but he made himself stand and not show how much pain he was in. He had decided along time ago to never show the Gramans how much pain he was in. He never wanted thm to know that they had gotten to him so he always put up with the pain the best he could.


Because of this Laura looked at him with admeration and something else she wasn't sure of. She was also very concerned, she knew how much pain Indy must be in and how caged he felt in those handcuffs. Although she had only know him a short time she knew he was a man of action. And Fredom.


Right now she knew that all Indy wanted to do was get his hands around Von Ran's neck.


"You shall answer my questions as I ask them" Von Ran commanded. "First, who are you Miss Dewitt? If that's actually your name." He looked at Laura waiting for her to answer. She looked right back at him, her eyes blazing with hate. He came toward her and stopped right in front of her. He towered over her. "Answer me." She had been stairing straight ahead but now she raised her eyes yo meet his.


"No." She said simply. Von Ran did'nt look rattled.


"That's fine. I'll ask you again later. I'm sure that by then you will want to answer." When he said that Laura wondered what he was going to do to them and imagies of possible tourcher came to her mind but she pushed them away and said:


"Don't hold your breath."


"Well, for now we'll ask your friend some questions." Von Ran stepped over to Indy. "Why are you here?"


"Do you really think I'm going to answer that?" Indy looked at Von Ran as if he didn't have a brain in his head.


"Lock them up, but leave the girl with me a moment." They dragged Indy off leaving Laura alone with Von Ran. She stood in the middle of his office and waited for him to speak. Von Ran poured himself some wine then sat on the edge of his desk. After taking a sip he ran a hand through his blond hair then blew out a breath. "Quite a rebel isn't he?"


"Yes, and I admire him greatly for it."


"Why does a nice girl like you want to get mixed up in all of this?"


"Who said I was a nice girl?" Was Laura's sassy reply. He stood, set his glass on the desk then came over to her.


"Why not fine someone and settle down where you'd be safe?" He asked after reaching out and fingering one of her curls.


"I'm fine where I am and I'll thank you not to touch me." She looked at him coldly. He let the curl drop to her shoulder.


"I warn you, don't exspect me to always be so gentel with you." He pushed a button and two soliders came in. "Escort Miss Dewitt to the cell she will share with Dr. Jones."


"Yes, sir!" They answered. With one in back pointing a gun at her and the other leading the way, they marched her to the cell. Indy was already inside. One of the men took her handcuffs off and shoved her in then the other one shut and locked the door behind her. She waited until the soldiers left then she rushed over to Indy, she had noticed he looked a little black and blue.


"What did they do to you?" She asked. A little blood was trickling form a cut on his forehead. She ripped off a piece of her skirt and wet it with her tounge then pressed it gently to the wound. Indy waved her hand away but she insisted.


"Nothing much." He answered. Laura did not ask further questions because Indy obviously didn't wish to talk about it.


There were two cots in the cell and they were seated on the one that was against the right wall, right across from the door. The other one was right across the room against the left wall. They decided to sleep and that Indy would use the right wall cot and Laura would use the right wall cot.


The next morning when Laura awoke Indy was gone. She got up frantically and rushed to the front wall of the cell which was made of bars. She looked out in to the isle but no one was there.


"Hey!" She shouted. He voice echoed very loudly then slowly it died out. Laura yelled again, this time she also rattled the door. Still no one came. She paced the cell wondering what had become of Indy. She was sitting on her cot holding Indy's hat, which had been laying on the floor, when she heard a comotion in the isle. She jumped up and went to the bars to look out.


Three soldiers were dragging Indy down the isle, with him fighting them all the way. They shoved him in the cell then slammed the door shut. He turned around and kicked the door twice then went and sat on his cot. Laura stood by the door with her fingered intertwined between the bars. After a time Indy looked up at her.


"Did they come get you yet?"


"No. Will they?" She asked. Indy sighed.


"Probably." He stood up and kicked the bars again then came and stood next to her. "We need a plan." He said as he looked down at her.