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Chapter 6.

Several hours later Alex glanced around the cabin of the jet. Indy and Luke had both drifted off into sleep. Glancing at her watch, she saw they were still 4 hours away from their destination. Alexandra quietly got up and moved toward her father. She gently slipped the book out of his hands and went back to her seat to study it. She was very interested in a sketch drawn by her mother. It was a sketch of a painting by Claude Monet. What is that doing in the research? She wondered.

Alex did not glance up when she heard footsteps. They could only belong to the pilot, Sam Collins, and she

refused to let him see how uncomfortable he made her. He stopped directly in front of her.

"Reading Daddy's book, Sugar?" He asked.

Still not looking up at him, her reply was dry with a hint of sarcasm, "Shouldn't you be flying the plane?"

He laughed, "Autopilot, Baby. This plane is State of the Art." He moved closer until his face was inches from hers and suggestively whispered, "Would you like a tour of the cockpit?"

Alex had to admit, he had a handsome face, but something about him made her cringe, "No thanks, I think I'll stay here."

Sam Collins was not one to take no as an answer, he roughly grabbed her arm, "Come on, Darling."

The young coed pulled back her arm and was ready to defend herself, but did not have to. Luke and her father had come up behind Sam. Luke placed a strong hand on Sam's shoulder and flung him around to face him. "I think the Lady said she would stay here." Was Luke's comment through tightly clenched teeth. "Now if you wish to debate this, you will spend the rest of the trip unconscious. And let me advise you, I'm an expert pilot as well."

Indiana was even less amused, "Stay away from my daughter." He then moved his hand inside his jacket towards his gun, to prove his point.

Violently, Sam pulled himself out of Luke's grip. Not wishing to antagonize the Army Lieutenant or the Archaeologist any further, he moved his way back to the cockpit. Once he was out of sight, Alex let out a deep breath and put her hand on her chest. She dealt with forceful boys many times before. But Sam Collins was a whole new breed. She looked at Luke and said quietly, "Thank you." With that she stepped quickly into her father's embrace. All her life he was the symbol of safety and protection and even though she was now a young adult, she sometimes still needed her Daddy.

The next couple of hours were uneventful and soon they were touching down in West Germany. They exited the plane and were ushered immediately into a private limousine. Her father quietly explained that Germany was basically split into two pieces. Since the war, the East had become wealthy and advanced, while the West had political freedom and offered economic success for all its citizens. Alex listened intently, her father was a brilliant man, and he would not be telling her this information if it was not necessary.

"I suspect that tomorrow, they will take us to the estate once owned by the Kilburne family." Indy explained as they raced down the streets of West Berlin.

Alex cut it, "Kilburne? That is the name of the woman who sent me those pages."

"Its also my birth surname," added Luke, "my father disowned his family when he became a Nazi officer just because he wanted to. I don't think he ever really had any idea how far his own family was involved in the resistance."

Indy nodded, "No, he didn't. They operated in the up most secrecy. The Kilburne family were amazing people who fought the Nazis from the inside. Unfortunately, they were betrayed along with your mother in '42." Indy caught himself too late, he did not wish to divulge that information now. It was too painful for him, and would certainly be painful for his daughter. Once again, Indy's thoughts returned to 1942, he could not help it, the surroundings, though changed by war, were familiar to him.

The forged documents and identification were superior. He was able to enter Germany without so much as a glance from the bored Nazi checking paperwork. He was Major Otto Van Arden hailing from Frankfurt. His orders had him reporting to Berlin on a mission of high secrecy.

A taxi dropped him off at the gates of the Kilburne Estate. Nazi flags hung proudly around the manor, but Indy knew they were only for show. The Kilburne's feelings were, if you want to beat them, join them. A guard let them in, and led him to the grand foyer of a large and stately home. There he was met by Axel Kilburne, a very powerful and wealthy banker.

"Dr. Jones, it is an honor." Axel began he paused when he noticed Indy's nervous expression at using his real name, he laughed and added, "There is nothing to fear here. My staff are my family or my most trusted friends."

Relaxing, Indy said, "Yes, they must be. You have gone several years without detection. Yet you are able to provide the Allies with the most valuable information."

Axel nodded, "Indeed, still a dangerous job it is. I have sent my youngest daughters to the far country side. Right near the Swiss border…just in case." They continued down the hall and Axel stopped at a bookcase which hid a secret door. Indy followed him down a winding staircase and was stunned at what he saw. It looked like a defense department. With radio equipment, radar, maps, and men and women with exceptional minds running it all. "The Fuhrer is using codes to send information regarding the talisman," explained Axel, "However, we were able to get the most gifted cryptologist from the United Kingdom."

Indiana was prepared to disagree, it was no secret that Elizabeth was the best, and had they not left England, still would have been in demand for her skill. They stopped at a desk and a woman's back was turned to them as she worked on a Nazi communiqué. Sensing them behind her, she swiveled her chair around to face them.

"Elizabeth!" Indy was surprised to see his beautiful wife, dressed in a dark skirt and matching jacket and heels. She would have looked like any other Nazi secretary, with the Swastika armband. She was sitting with her arms folded and legs crossed, smiling up at him. Sorry to say, he did not return the smile, "What the HELL are you doing here ?"

Elizabeth expected this, she was prepared. "Well you don't think I would put your life into the hands of just any cryptologist?"

Indy gently pulled her up, and looked at her fake ID badge, "Okay, Fraulein Reineke, it's to the airport with you. Your getting out of Germany, NOW!"

Elizabeth pulled her arm away, "NO! You asked me to stay home because the children need a mother, I agree."

"Good, its settled then," Said Indy.

"No, it is not settled," his wife countered in a heated tone. "They also need a father. That is why I am here. To make sure he comes home too. The children are with Margaret, she will take excellent care of them until we BOTH come home."

Indiana did not argue, it would be pointless to. Besides, time was running out. Judging from the activity in the underground control room, the Nazis were on the move.

Axel Kilburne attempted to lighten the mood, "Your wife Dr. Jones, is the most enchanting woman. She has cheerfully provided me details of my Grandson, now living in the States with your good friend. I long for the day when I can reunite that wonderful child with his equally wonderful mother."

"Dad, Dad, DAD!" Alex said for the third time a little louder. Then in a subdued tone she asked, "Is this where Mom was killed? Alex knew her mother died in Europe. Her family's home in London even had a monument for her in the family cemetery.

Elizabeth's death was as complicated to explain as it was painful. He searched for words and could not find them, thankfully he did no have to. The car came to a stop and Collins opened the door. "We're here," he stated.

It was past 9:30 at night when they finally checked into the small, but upscale hotel in a very nice part of West Berlin. With the jet lag, the party was exhausted and parted ways to go to their own rooms after a light supper. Alex let herself into her suite and poured herself a glass of wine from the bar in the corner of the suites living area. Opening up the French doors Alex stepped onto the terrace. Sipping her wine, she admired the spectacular view and then moved back inside leaving the doors open. She sat on the luxurious sofa and leaned back closing her eyes.

A car screeching to a halt startled her. She jumped up and hurried to the terrace. She saw four men jump out of a Rolls Royce speaking in angry German. Oh God, this can't be good. She thought as she rushed to the telephone to call her father's room. Panic set in when her phone was dead. Then there was a loud knock at her door. "Housekeeping." Called a voice in a thick German accent.

"Just a moment," she nervously replied. Running to the terrace she contemplated using the fire escape to reach the street, but the thugs around the car changed her mind. She was trapped. Hearing a master key turning the lock in her door, she flicked the lights off and dove behind the sofa just as the door was forcibly pushed open.

Silently she hid, willing her heart to stop racing. "Come out, come out where ever you are Miss Jones." Sang a man's voice in German. Two men began circling the room. Alex quietly crept to the other side of the sofa and had a clear view of the door. She then sprinted toward the open door. Strong arms grabbed her just as she reached it and threw her to the floor. She was not going down without a fight though, she brought up both her legs and caught him in the stomach with a powerful kick. He went back a foot or so, but did not go down. Her attempt to escape again was thwarted when the men pushed her back to the ground and laid on top of her gripping her arms painfully.

The second men turned on the lights and Alex looked into the face of her captor, "Luke?" She felt as though someone had just knocked the wind out of her, "How could you? We trusted you. Your Marcus's son."

He did not respond to her statements, he just said, "I had hoped we could do this the easy way, Alex. But you are to much like your father." His German companion came forth with a bottle of Chloroform and a rag.

"No!" Alex said, "I'll come willingly." She wanted to keep her senses. She knew she could very well need them to survive.

"Fine," Luke answered as he turned her over to bind her hands with rope. They went down a deserted service hallway and the back stairs. Alex was then shoved into the Rolls Royce and found herself sitting in between two men that would have been fine examples of Hitler's idea of a "Master Race". Luke was sitting in the passenger side. The driver turned around and smiled evilly at Alex. Fear overtook her when she saw it was Sam Collins.