Okay…. It's been about a year since I last posted…. I'M SOOO SORRY! I feel so bad… please don't give up on me! Thanks and enjoy the much-delayed chapter. You may want to read up on the last two chapters, because you probably forgot that this story even exited. Anyway, thanks!

It was fortunate for Marie, Mutt, Indy, and Marion that the men they were taken by thought that their work was very important. Otherwise, a group less intense on getting what they wanted would have given up and shot them all. Although Indy knew that having someone so hard headed could cause more problems than he could imagine, at this point, it was a good thing. As Indy thought this, he knew that these blessings wouldn't last as long as his family would hope.

William took two deep breaths, and his face started to fade from the bright red color it had held a few seconds before. Taking his gun out for the second time, he sighed and turned off the safety, pointing it towards the group.

"Just… Sit down and shut up or I'll shoot!" He yelled, but rather tiredly- like he was wonder all this fighting was really worth it. Usually when he abducted people from their homes they did exactly what he said. This time, Indy was annoying him and there was a lot less screaming in terror. The screaming was his favorite part of these abductions, and the lack of it was making him irritated. "Please…" he clenched his teeth through the word. "Just, sit down."

Indy sat onto one of the small, red and black airplane seats slowly in a way that told Marion, Mutt, and Marie to do the same. William paced for a few minutes, and Mutt almost expected the heavy man to ware through the dirty, tattered floor and fall straight through the plane. William eventually stormed over the plane's heavy metal door, slamming it like a three-year-old's prop for a temper tantrum.

A tense silence followed the gun comment and the door slam, making it just as awkward and dangerous it seemed. As the lack of conversation hovered over the group, William sat down in a seat and bucked the belt, as the other nameless man walked up to the front of the plane. He disappeared though the door leading to the pilot, and then came out a few minutes later rather flustered. Stomping his way through the sad and worn plane, he sat down rather violently in a huffy-puffy way.

"We're taking off now!" He practically yelled to no one in particular. As an afterthought, he then stated rather stupidly, "SO, WE'RE FINALLY GOING TO GO NOW!"

The violent yelling shattered the sheet of silence like a hammer breaking glass.

"As if we didn't know…" Mutt muttered under his breath. This made Marie smile, and Mutt had to pinch himself to stop a laugh. Though the comment was not very funny, it seemed to put in perspective how stupid their captors really were. At least, how stupid they seemed to be.

"How long are we going to be on this plane?" Marion questioned their captors, and her tone hinted a bit of cautiousness- like she didn't know if the question was going to upset them. She held her breath, waiting for an answer she didn't know was going to come.

"Not very long," William replied, "But it's none of you concern!" he said vociferously.

Mutt propped his feet up on the back of his father's seat, and leaned back, putting his arms behind his head like a pillow with a groan. Even in the danger he couldn't help himself- taunting his father was always his favorite past time. Sometimes, a guy just has to take the opportunities as they came. When life gives you lemons…

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The clouds floated by the plane, not that anyone was watching them. Indy had spent an hour of the ride thinking of ways to punish Mutt under the circumstances- but had come up with nothing practical. After the first hour, he drifted off, feeling slightly uncharacteristic without his hat. The flight turned out to be longer then "not very long" promised by William, though, hanging on his word was not something that he was planning on doing in the near future- or the far-off future for that matter.

Everyone else in the plane was not as relaxed. Even William was not quite at ease, he would have been pacing if he had the chance. Marie was holding one of Mutt's large hands in one of her small ones, and biting the nails off the other of her hands. This was a habit she thought she had broken in her pre-teen years, but old habits die hard.

The minutes seemed like hours, and the hours dripped by like time had stopped. After what seemed like years, the group felt the plane starting to descend, and a feeling of relief spread throughout the passengers. Of course, the feeling didn't last for long after they realized that they had no idea where they were landing or what would happen next.

Indy peered out the window, and saw that they were near the ground. Knowing that it was always a guessing game which pilots would be good at landing planes, Indiana braced himself for the landing. Turns out his effort was rewarded, and he got his revenge for Mutt satisfied when he heard Mutt's wince of pain as they hit the ground- and then the thud of his head hitting the back of Indy's seat. Not very hard- but still- it was satisfying.

"Are you okay?" Marie whispered to Mutt, and Mutt replied by nodding and then rubbing his head. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek, smiling softly and staring straight into his eyes.

"I'm even better now," Mutt whispered to her, leaning over to kiss her coral pink lips.

Indy grimaced at his son's words. He shouldn't be hearing these things- he felt contaminated. How many fathers could admit they heard their sons attempting to woo such a nice girl? Unfortunately, Indy could now join the ranks of these fathers, and immediately wished he didn't have to be in this particular club. The worst part was- he knew that he had definitely said worse in his time. He sighed loudly, hoping it would block out Marie and Mutt. This was not really necessary, though, because at about that very moment William decided that it was time to yell at his prisoners.

"Everybody stay quiet!" he yelled warningly. William walked over the door and opened it up, and then pulled his gun out from his jacket pocket. He pointed it at Mutt and then nodded to Indy and Marion. "You do anything rash, and he'll be the first to die."

With that cheerful note, he stepped out of the plane, and returned in a few moments with a man that fit right in with both of the criminals that brought them here. The new man glanced around the plane, then reached into his pocket and took out a gun just like William's.

"Alright," he said, his voice laced with an unrecognizable accent. "Follow me."

"And don't do anything stupid!" William added in an ironically stupid fashion.

Indy got up while a chorus of unbuckling seatbelts rang though the air. He walked towards William, who was trying to point a gun at the group while walking down stairs from the plane backwards. Marion followed him down the stairs while staying close behind, and Mutt and Marie, who joined hands as soon as they cleared the staircase, trailed her last but not least.

As they walked, an unfriendly fog immersed them. They could hear footsteps echoing around them but couldn't see who was making them. It seemed like they walked for twenty minutes until they got to a grey-toned brick building where they entered through a large, heavy looking door.

"Welcome to our main operation center," Their captor said loudly, his German accent thick. "But you will not be staying long," he then considered.

The room was filled with people, almost all sitting around an assortment of brown tables. There were some giant looking medal machines humming in the corners of the room. The people around them were either peering down at papers or talking to each other in hushed tones. At the right corner of the room a group of stoic looking men were writing complex looking numbers onto a large and dirty chalkboard. Indy looked at all the people and realized that some of these men were probably Hitler's pet-project scientists that the USA government had never found.

"This is where most of the work goes on." William added, in a way to confirm what they already knew.

As they scanned the room further, they saw that the Main Operation Center was dirty and dreary, and stereotypical Nazi hideout- they were all caveman themed. Mutt figured that none of these men in suits were really the artistic type. As all of the group supporters heard their fellow member speak so loudly, they turned to see what he wanted. Their heads spun in an eerie unison that would give any sane-minded person the chills.

"Gentlemen," William's new accomplice announced to the room full of people. "Guess who's dropped in for a visit?"

The group stared at Indy and his family in a very scrutinizing manner. William was making tips on the way his fellow world-domination believer had began to introduce Indiana, it was very dramatic and quite his style. To Mutt, it seemed that all these kidnappers had a flare for dramatic entrances.

Even though Mutt tried to put humor into situations like this to distract himself, sometimes it didn't work to take some of the stress out of situations. He had a strange habit that it times of uncertainty he would take out his comb and fix his hair, and he did so now. Marie noticed his hair combing immediately, and knew that Mutt was nervous. She laid her hand onto his arm with the comb lightly, trying to tell him to calm down.

"YES!" the voice of William's friend brought Marie and Mutt back to their situation. "It's Indiana Jones!" he announced triumphantly. "Finally- our key to God."

Yeah, it's not like it has taken me a year to write this, but it did take me a year to POST it. And so, my readers, I thank you for your patience and please take some consideration that it will NOT take me another year to post the next chapter. Not even close. Please review, it would make me work faster! Thanks again!