Chapter 3

The Thief

Marshall College

Connecticut

Indiana Jones had just dismissed his class, and like so many times before, Marcus Brody was waiting for him.

"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Brody asked.

Indy couldn't help but smiling. "How about the Forbidden Eye?"

Brody's eyes widened. "You're joking!"

"Not even close." Indy removed his glasses. "We've got all the pieces, Marcus!"

"Even Garcia's?"

"His daughter handed it to me herself!"

Brody was cleverer than Indy gave him credit for sometimes. "In exchange for what?"

"In exchange… for her joining me."

Brody shook his head. "Garcia will kill you."

"You have his number."

"So what is the plan now?"

Indy rubbed his scarred chin. "Well, we'll get the pieces together and follow them. We're going to need a team, tools, everything."

"Of course, of course," Brody said. "The museum won't hesitate once they know it could mean the Temple of the…" He sighed and put his hands in his pocket. "You know… there are legends surrounding this temple."

"Of course," Indiana Jones replied.

"Indiana, I'm serious. They say that it is beyond dangerous to enter that temple. But also the rewards could be priceless. People won't hesitate to kill for a chance to have the treasures found there. But many have also gotten themselves killed in search for it."

"Marcus, you were always good with bedtime stories." Indiana chuckled. "But you know me — I'm at the top of my game. Besides…" After a surreptitious glance at the closed door he opened his desk drawer. "You know that I was once a Boy Scout. It's our motto: be prepared."

He withdrew his pistol.

2

Later, Indiana pulled his car to a stop in front of his house. Elena would be joining him tonight to go over the finer details and to finally put the pieces together. Heck, even Sallah demanded to know exactly what was found so that he could meet them in India.

He loosened his tie as he entered his home… and immediately knew something was wrong. There was a draft. Maybe he left a window open?

Unlikely. He opened his briefcase and brought out the same pistol he had shown Marcus earlier. The house was still… but that could just mean that somebody was hiding.

He raised his revolver, looking down the sights of it. Any moment now he expected someone to leap out at him. He turned the corner into his kitchen — his stomach churned as he remembered that he had left one of the fragments of the map on the table. But there was no one there.

At least, he thought there wasn't. Because he suddenly heard the creak of a floorboard.

Turning around, he saw a man dressed in black, holding a knife.

The intruder wasted no time. He swung the knife, but Indy narrowly dodged it. The man swung the blade again, and this time, Indy beat the arm away with his pistol. He raised the gun to fire, but at that moment, the intruder kicked out, hitting Indy in the stomach.

The pistol dropped, Indy stumbled backwards. The intruder leapt over him and dove out the open window.

Indy clambered to his feet. By then the man was already gone… and so was the fragment that had been on the table. He swore. Who was that? What was he doing? He picked up his pistol and noticed something next to it — a piece of paper that did not belong to him. It must have fallen from the thief's pocket.

He opened the folded sheet and found writing on it… his own address and the time (just five minutes before now). And a name… a name he recognized… he growled.

What on earth did Belloq have to do with this?

There's the new chapter! Sorry it took so long to get this written. College classes have been busy. Hopefully you're enjoying this story so far! Please review ANYTHING! I'd love to hear from you.

Also, just a reminder that I do NOT own INDIANA JONES or ANY references to the original movies. ALL CREDIT goes to the original creators.