Chapter 5

Edward Thomas Charles Williamson sat stirring his tea. The night before he sent one of his best men to Vassar to "persuade" Alexandra Jones to go with him. He was sorely frustrated when Sam Collins returned empty handed. It was obvious that he got there too late and the girl had already left for her father's house.

He was about to admonish his henchman for his tardiness when Collins shoved a file into his hand, "I never come back empty handed, Boss," The man replied smugly.

Williamson broke into a enormous smile as he read Alexandra's college transcripts. It was obvious that Daddy did not know his little girl as well as he thought. She was undeniably her mother's daughter. This would prove to be useful to him, he was confident that Indiana Jones would not allow himself to loose another family member.

"Do you want me to go to the Jones' house?" Collins asked.

"Negative," replied Williamson, "Far to risky. Besides, I have plan B in the works. They will never see it coming."

Indiana and Alexandra Jones got out of their car tentatively. The private airport was deserted. The only plane was the private jet. Immediately, they were greeted by two men, who obviously worked for Williamson, one of them Sam Collins.

Sam spoke first, "Welcome Dr. Jones," he then did a slight nod to the girl, "Miss Jones." He was taken aback by how attractive Alexandra Jones was. He almost wished he had not been late the night before. "Before we proceed, show me your weapons."

Indiana opened his leather jacket to reveal his revolver, "I also have a leather whip in my bag."

"Very well, come with me," He led them to jet, "I will also be your pilot, relax, I know I look young, but I'm the very best there is. My boss wants you to arrive at your destination safely." He looked up and down at Alex again, "Is this…everyone?"

Instinctively, Indy put his arm around his daughter, "No, we are waiting for one more person."

"Actually, I'm already here," Luke moved around the plane and tipped his hat, "Dr. Jones, long time, no see." To Alex, he smiled, "Hi Alex, your looking…well." And that's the understatement of the century he said to himself.

Before either could respond, Collins, who did not like to be taken by surprise asked heatedly, "When did you arrive?"

"Oh, maybe 40 minutes ago," replied Luke, not backing down. "Did you not notice?" He smiled again, and said, "Where do criminals get their help these days?"

It took every bit of restraint for Collins not to deck him, but he had his orders. The group was to arrive safely to their destination. "Get on board, First stop Germany, then on to Norway."

It was a smooth take off, and Alexandra turned to her father, "Norway? Why are we going to Norway?"

"Because, that is where our research ended." Indiana did not go into anymore detail, Alex knew that meant one thing. 1942. Her father did not even notice her move away as he put on his glasses and began to study his diary. Facing the spirits of their past. Hoping this trip would end differently.

1942

Indiana Jones rushed into his house. He had to pack, and there was not much time. He bolted up the stairs just in time to see Elizabeth closing the door to the nursery behind her. She turned around and put her finger up to her lip, "Shhhh, I just got the children down for the evening."

They silently moved down the hall to their own room. Indy shut the double doors behind him, "It's happened, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked at her husband confused as he pulled his well-worn bag out of his closet, "What has happened? Indy, why are you packing?"

He turned around and took her in his arms, lifting her off her feet, as he swung her around. "The Secretary of State called, President Roosevelt has heard about our research. He is sending me to Europe to find the talisman, before its too late."

Elizabeth's hand went to her mouth, "Indy, your serious?" She knew how deadly the Nazis were. If the talisman existed and if they got their hands on it, it would seal their fate as victors over mankind. "Well, I have to pack too."

"No."

Elizabeth turned around, "What do you mean, no? Of course I' going too! I helped you with that research." Her green eyes filled with fire.

"Sweetheart, I know that," Indiana reasoned, "But, we now have two children. They need at least one of us home. It's going to be very risky for me to move around Nazi occupied Europe, even with the forged ID the government is providing. I want to make sure my family is safe, promise me you will stay in the States."

Elizabeth did not want to lie to her husband out loud, so she just nodded, "When do you leave?"

Tossing his whip into his bag he answered, "A car is being sent for me at Midnight."

Elizabeth glanced at the clock, 8:15 pm. She flicked off the light and moved into the arms of her best friend, "Well, that does not leave us much time, does it?" Indy did not even bother to respond, as his lips met hers.

Alex winced as her father slammed the book shut and closed his eyes. It was obvious he was holding back tears. In the nineteen years she had been alive, she never recalled seeing her father cry. He always was steadfast and strong. He was her protector, her hero and she trusted him explicitly. But even now, as he was clearly in pain, she did not know what to say to him.

"The pain never goes away," said Luke as he sat in the seat next to hers.

"No, he never really got over losing my mom, none of us did. Not even Zach, who has no memory of her at all." Alex's voice caught on the last word.

Luke took her hand and squeezed it. "We have a lot in common, you, your brother and I. We lost our mothers while we were very young. We were all victim of World War 2, even though we were not on the front lines. And none of us would be here if it wasn't for your mother."

Alex studied his hand, it too was strong. She looked into Luke's eyes, and wondered why she had never noticed his beautiful hazel eyes or his wavy dark hair. "I have few memories of my mom. Do you remember your mother?"

Luke's eyes darkened for a moment, "I do. She was very beautiful. I have her eyes, my hair comes from my…birth father. The only thing he gave to me."

"Do you ever think about your father?" Before she even knew what she was saying, the words were out. She glanced at Luke anxiously, who continued to stroke her hand with a far away look in his eyes.

"My father lives in Manhattan, he is a semi-retired museum curator, who really should become fully retired," both young people shared a slight laugh. "After all, he is the one who helped me study, supported me and not just financially, and was always there for me, however, if your referring to that monster who provided the means for me to come to life, yes, I think about him. I think about how he should have hung for what he did."