"Sir, Jones has made his arrival in Egypt." General Anton Lichtermann swiveled his chair around to face the young lieutenant. "Has his motive been discovered?"
"No, sir."
Lichtermann thought for a minute and said, "Ready a few trucks and some of our best troops. Give them the appropriate clothes to blend and mingle with the ordinary people of the town. It is time that we follow Jones and see if we can't get to what he's looking for first."
The lieutenant saluted and marched away as Lichtermann turned his attention back to the desk.
"Alright, old man, what now?"
Indiana had been traveling for a while through the desert and had finally reached the rock he was searching for. Surprisingly, he had not been startled by the fact that the same drawing of the ship was in the exact same place as in his dream. He was now seated on the rock, unaware of the hostile Nazi eyes watching from behind a sand dune. General Lichtermann was peering at Jones through a pair of field glasses when the young lieutenant crept up next to him and made his report.
"Sir, the men are grumbling. They are hungry and wish to find food and shelter from the sun. They do not want to stay here on this 'foolish' mission, in their words."
Lichtermann whirled around angrily and hissed, "Inform those lazy worms that the next man heard complaining will not be going back to base with us! Jones is looking for something, and whatever it is, it must be important. We will take it for our own purposes if we have to stay here for months or years!"
All this time the lieutenant was gaping up at the sky. He slowly pointed and said, "Sir…I don't think we'll have to wait that long." Lichtermann looked up.
The shape of the Millennium Falcon was clearly silhouetted against the hot sun of the desert.
Fear not, this will be the last short chapter you'll have to endure! Remember to RR!