Chapter 6: Where were you during WWII?

Abandoned Luftwaffe Air Base, Germany

"Now, when they get down here, act like you've been alone the whole time," Indy said. Georgie gave him her "I'm-not-an-idiot" glare. "Fine, fine. Don't get all sensitive. I'm not doubting your acting skills, just making sure you know what to do."

The high-pitched squeak of the door opening hurt Georgie's ears. The light from Hans' flashlight shone right into her eyes.

"Still alive," he said, seeming disappointed. "What do we do with her?"

"Take her to the weapon's closet and lock her in," Bertram said absent-mindedly. "Then meet us in the Mess Hall."

Hans nodded, dragging Georgie out into the cool night air. She could feel goose bumps going up her legs, seeing as she was clothed in her pajama shorts and button up top.

Hans carried her towards a small shed near a bunker. The door looked old and rusted and Georgie doubted it would open at all; nevertheless, Hans pulled it open with ease and shoved her through, not caring that she nearly cracked her skull on one of the metal shelves.

Then slamming it closed she heard his stomping decrease into silence towards the mess hall.

She pulled her legs up close to herself in effort to keep warm and wait for Indy to come get her.

Back outside, Indy was making a ducking run for the alley between the Mess Hall and a bunker, praying to god that he didn't get caught. Well, God didn't seem to like Indy that day, a series of flashlights fell on him demanding he freeze.

"Damnit," he muttered, holding his hands up.

"Dr.Jones," Bertram sneered, "isn't this a pleasant surprise."

"Just thought I'd stop by and pay ya' a little visit," Indy replied, putting on a fake smile.

"Hans, take our friend Dr. Jones to the guest room. I'm sure the girl would appreciate the company," Bertram ordered. "And make sure they don't escape."

Hans grabbed Indy with his muscular arms and drug him off.

"How on earth did the great Indiana Jones get caught?" Georgie exclaimed.

"It's not the first time, kid," Indy replied as he tapped on the walls.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I thought you were supposed to be a damn genius. Nazi's put secret doors in everything," he replied, pushing a wall that seemed to interest him.

"I've already found the hatch, Mr. Know-it-all," Georgie said with a proud smirk. Removing a shelf, she revealed a deep hole with a rusted ladder going down it. "I was waiting for you to get information."

"Oh…well…good work," Indy said.

"After you," she said, gesturing toward it. She pushing shelves against the door. She turned to find Indy staring at her with a blank expression.

"It's so they don't get in," she replied slowly, as if to explain something to a child.

"I know that," Indy replied. "Just you look like you've had experience at this."

"I have," she said. "I've got out of stickier situations. Now into the Nazi pit of doom with you."

Indy sighed and climbed down into the thin whole, praying that the rusty ladder didn't give under his wait. Above him, Georgie grabbed a flashlight and followed, passing it to him.

Slowly, they creaked down the rungs, feeling like it took forever till they hit bottom. They found only one dirt hallway, leading into a dark oblivion of only god knows.

"You first," Georgie said.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because you've got the gun," she replied.

"Oh, right," he said taking it out. He took careful steps down the corridor, making sure there were no traps set and nothing crawling on the ground. The only thing he had seen was a rat, which he had no concerned about. But, once he passed it up there was a death awakening scream behind him. He sharply turned and covered his daughter's mouth. "Do you want them to find us?" he whispered sharply. She seemed to over come with fear to hear him.

"It's just a rat, now c'mon," he said, rolling his eyes. Georgie quickened her pace, refusing to look down.

"It was a big rat," Georgie argued. Indy led them down a few more corridors , till they reached a light source coming from a vent of some sort. Voices came from above them.

"Why Paris?"

"Because, hardly anyone knows their way around the catacombs."

"And there are bunkers there for our use."

"You really think that these silly little diamonds will bring back Adolf?"

"Positive, gentleman."

"When do we leave?"

"Three days. Gives me time to torture, kill, and dispose of Dr.Jones and his brat."

"Fine, three days it is."

"C'mon," Indy whispered hurriedly. "We need to hurry."

"Agreed," she said.

Keeping their plans simple, they were approaching the gate in no time, luggage in hand. They had followed the tunnel up to behind the bunkers where the plane was, grabbed there luggage and kept close to the shadows till they were to the gate. Indy tossed the bags over the wall and into the bushes below, then started climbing the wall, making it to the top with little trouble. Georgie followed closely, constantly glancing over her shoulder for signs of trouble.

Cutting to the side Indy found a garage containing a small motorcycle. "Tie those on the back," he said handing her some rope as he searched for a gasoline can.

"Do you know how to drive this?" Georgie asked skeptically as she tied the bags to the back tightly.

"I've done it before. See any side cars?" he asked.

"No," She said glancing around.

"Oh, well, " He sighed. He took the handle bars and began pushing the motorcycle out the door and down the road a ways, Georgie following.

Once they were reasonably out of earshot, Indy climbed on it with the utmost confidence he actually knew what he was doing before he did it this time. Georgie climbed on behind him hesitantly.

"Hang on, kid," Indy said as he started it up. "This is going to be a bumpy ride."

Great, she thought to herself.

She groaned as they sped off. She never really liked motorcycles. She always had these images of nasty accidents when she rode one go through her head.

"You can loosen up a little, kid, we aren't goin' that fast," Indy laughed.

It wasn't till hours later. They arrived in a small town outside of Berlin. It still looked war-ridden, but better than it had been. They stopped at a hotel, changed, bathed, and got a good nap before continuing on to the train station.

The train station wasn't filled to capacity. There wasn't as much confusion as Georgie had expected, but it wasn't entirely calm as she had hoped. She was on full alert, well aware that Bertram and his crones were looking for them. Hopefully, she would find them first, which she did at the counter getting tickets. Lightly, she tapped Indy's shoulder and nodded in their direction.

"The next train out, looks like," Indy said. "We'd better hurry."

"Agreed," she said following him as they sliced their way through the people to the ticket counter.

"You get the tickets, I'll watch them," he said.

She didn't have much trouble at the ticket counter, seeing as she spoke German. She soon approached Indy. "It leaves in two minutes.'
He nodded, "Let's hurry."

Moments later they were on the train, seated, and prepared for whatever Paris may bring. Luckily, they could see Bertram and the rest from their seats. Georgie knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant trip. Hiding her face with her hair she looked out the window at the rain that had begun pouring. Hoping with every fiber her being was made of that Bertram didn't see them. She didn't feel like dying on a train.

For some reason, this question had been bothering him since they'd entered London.

"George, do you remeber where you were during the London bombing raids?" he asked, not really expecting her to remeber.

"I was with a man named Henry Jones," she said."I spent the whole war with him."

There is no way in hell this is the same guy, Indy said.

"He was really nice. He taught me Latin," Georgie said, smiling at the memory. "He always said I was brighter than his son ever was."

Thanks, Dad.

"I still correspond with him," she said. "His stories about "Junior" still kill me when I think of them."

"Junior?" he asked.

"Henry Jones, Jr.was his son," Georgie said. "Archeologist as well."

"Do you know what my real name is, kid?" Indy asked.

"Henry Jones-" she stopped mid sentence. "You're Henry's son?"

"Yup," Indy replied. "So, he said that you were smarter?"

"Yup," She replied looking out of the window.

"Great," Indy muttered.