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Chapter 14

Chaos was running rampant, but Luke and James knew it was only a matter of time before Williamson and Sam Collins gained control of the pandemonium. They had to get as far away as possible before that happened. James told them he knew there was a small fishing village nearby. Their best bet was to go there and see if anyone had a short wave radio. Hopefully they would be able to make contact with their commanding officer and inform of their losses.

Losses he repeated in his head. Two men were no more, they had all lost so much. He now felt that he was responsible for Alex, and Zach, as well as his mother. Ten days ago, he had no idea that this mission would lead him to a father he never knew he had, much less a brother and sister. It pained him that he had lost him so quickly. They had also lost Charlie, who was like their brother. James, Luke, and Charlie were the most elite trio in their company. And just like that, Charlie was gone.

They had just entered a grove of Norwegian Spruce trees covered with snow. Luke thought it would provide some cover, the sun would be rising in about an hour. Out of nowhere stepped a boy about fourteen years old, he gestured wildly toward them, whispering, "Amerikanerne."

The five of them looked at the boy and then each other. Yelling and shouts were heard from the spot they had just fled and the boy repeated himself, "Amerikanerne!" He gestured to them desperately and hurried in the opposite direction.

James glanced at Luke, "What do you think?"

Hearing Sam shouting orders to the surviving members of his team, Luke shrugged, "We don't really have much choice." He took Alex's hand and said, "Let's go."

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The first thing that Indiana Jones noticed as he regained consciousness was the cold. It cut through him like a knife. He bolted upright and groaned. The second thing he noticed was his missing hat. He took in his surroundings. They appeared to be in a cave.

"Take it easy, Dr. Jones," Charlie instructed as he handed him a small flask of brandy. Indy took a quick swig and allowed the warmth to penetrate his body. He slowly stood up, wincing as he did. He knew his family was able to get off the train, but he did not know where they were of if they were safe.

Indy handed the flask back to Charlie, "Do you know what happened to the others?"

Charlie shook his head no, "My radio isn't working," he replied, pointing to the components on the cave floor. "I think I almost have it though, and then we need to get away from here, the sooner the better." He began to put the radio back together again.

After a few minutes Charlie smiled when he heard static. "Okay, let me try to tune this baby in."

"That won't be necessary," a sarcastic voice from the mouth of the cave said. It was Williamson and Collins. Both had guns trained on the men inside. Williamson glanced at Charlie and said, "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised you are still here. You Americans and your 'Leave no man behind' motto." He flatly instructed to Sam, "Kill him."

Collins raised his gun, but Indy jumped in front of the younger man, "NO! You are not going to kill anyone else!" It was unmistakable that Charlie had saved his life, and stayed with him. He needed to return the favor and maybe buy some time.

Williamson seemed bored, "Come now, Dr. Jones. Spare me the dramatics, or maybe we should just kill you too.

"If you kill me, then you have no idea where to go next," Indy's words were strong and forceful. "You killed my family. The only people who ever understood these codes are either dead or standing in front of you!" He hoped that Williamson did not call him on his bluff.

Williamson was deep in thought, he had honestly thought they had all died in the train disaster. Could he take the chance that if he killed Jones, that there would be someone else to guide him? "Let them both live," he announced, but looking directly into Indy's eyes, he added, "for now."

During the discussion, Charlie was able to slip his radio into one of his pockets. He gave Indy a knowing look. They would have the advantage. Not only did Williamson not realize the others were alive, he also had no idea where he was going.