Indiana Jones and the Golden Fleece- Chapter Three
After the British policemen asked Indy some questions about the gunmen, he got on a commercial jet back to the states. At the New York airport, he walked through the terminal and was met by his old friend and museum director Marcus Brody.
"Indy! How was your trip? Did you get anything for the museum?"
"In London a couple of guys tried to kill me, but other than that I'll be perfectly fine, thanks."
"And what about the museum?"
"I found an urn, but it's just like all the others we have."
"So no Hercules?"
"No Hercules."
"Drat. You know what kind of attention it would bring the museum. And it would make you world famous!"
"I know. All I want is a little fortune and glory."
As they drove back to Marshall College, Indy took a well deserved nap in the passenger's seat. Soon he would be back to being a professor, just an average Joe. He enjoyed the adventure, even if it was life-threatening. He just didn't like coming back empty handed.
Marcus dropped Indy off at his building and drove to the museum. Indy yawned, stumbled around for the right key, then went inside his office.
"Guten tag Dr. Jones"
Indy barely even felt it, but the silenced Luger round went straight into his gut.
"Hakgh" Indy doubled over, feeling as if he wanted to vomit. He knew belly wounds weren't good.
"Dr. Jones, finally we meet." said the shooter in a thick accent. "I am Colonel Herzog if you haven't guesses already. I am going to have to ask you for a certain jar you found in Greece."
The urn was with Marcus at the museum.
"I…don't…have…it…" Indy gasped, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Oh, that is, very unfortunate for you" Herzog replied in a menacing tone. "But I need your information. Where is it?"
"Go…to…he-" Indy was going into shock.
Herzog flipped the Luger around and shoved the butt of it into the fresh wound.
"Tell…me…now!"
Indy started to scream in pain. People out on the sidewalk could hear his yelling.
"Scheiße!"
The last thing Indy saw was Herzog running out the door. Then it all faded to black.
As Indy faded in and out of consciousness, he caught glimpses of his treatment. He was being rushed down a white hallway on a hospital gurney. The next second there were doctors and surgeons shoving an assortment of sharp, metal objects into his gut. When he woke up the final time, he was in a hospital bed. Of all twenty beds in the room, his was the only one occupied. The walls were clean and white, and so was the floor. A very pretty young nurse with short black hair and blue eyes came walking in the room.
"You're awake! Well I have some water and painkillers for you."
"Thanks. Oh, one question please."
"Sure, go ahead."
"What happened, exactly? I remember getting shot, but I blacked out after that."
"Oh, if I was told correctly, a man heard you scream, ran inside, and called the hospital. He was the museum director; Mark something?"
"Marcus"
The next morning, Indy saw Marcus' face again.
"Good God, Indy. It happened right after I dropped you off. I came back to show you an exciting inscription on that urn went I heard you screaming. I think I saw your shooter run by. He seemed to like our urn."
"What?" Indy said, sitting up in his bed. He saw you with the vase?
"Um, yes"
"Did he try to take it?"
"No. Indy, is there a problem?"
"Yes, Marcus, there is a very big problem. That man was a Nazi. He hired those men who tried to kill me."
"Which ones?"
"The ones in Greece."
"Oh, yes, right."
"He is after that urn, and will stop at nothing until he has it!"