Chapter 36(language)

Posted by Indy from 209-130-142-240.nas-3.MON.frontiernet.net on August 02, 1999 at 12:20:13:

Chapter 36- ìThings Start Getting Interestingî

Indy, Aragorn, and Goodsport pulled into the hospital and took Goodsport to the emergency room. As soon as he was away on a stretcher, Aragorn and Indy sat on a bench and proceeded to wait. After a couple minutes of silence, Indy opened his mouth.
ìIíve gotta go get Short Round. Heís in great danger.î
Aragorn looked up. ìI know Indy, but first we need to figure out what happened to Jerico and Meg.î
Indy suddenly looked surprised. ìOh shit! Theyíve been gone for too long!î
Indy pulled out what looked to be a pager from his cargo pants pocket. He pressed a button, and without taking his eyes off the black pager, said ìMegís here.î
Aragorn looked surprised. ìWhat? Where??î
ìAccording to this Meg is rightÖî he paced around the room then stopped. ìAbove us!î
Aragorn kept his eyes on Indy. ìMaybe Jericoís with her. You go check and Iíll stay here.î
Indy walked for the doors, then stopped. ìAragorn, if I find Jerico and Meg, Iíll go with them and get Shorty back.î
ìIíll contact you Indy. And you better get some guns.î
Indy nodded then ran out of the room.
Aragorn sighed, and picked up a magazine.
* * *
Fiddler pulled into an empty parking lot. He had just realized he went the wrong way. ìDammit!î He yelled as he pounded the steering wheel. He put the car in gear, pulled out of the lot, and hoped heíd make it there in time.
* * *
Indy got out of the elevator and saw a figure wearing a black trenchcoat, standing next to a door. He looked harder than recognized it.
ìIndiana Jerico!î he yelled as he ran the last few steps. ìWhat happened? Whereís Meg?î
ìWe had a problem in the library. Meg got shot.î
A look of fear washed over Indyís face. ìOh GodÖ. Is she alright?î
Jerico sighed. ìThankfully yes. It hit her in the shoulder. Go on in.î
Indy opened the door quietly, and saw Meg looking out the window. The door squeaked, and she turned to look. Meg smiled.
ìIndy!î
Indy walked over to Meg, and was about to give her a hug when he thought twice.
ìHi Meg. Sorry about the shoulder.î
ìDonít be. I was stupid. I got in the way of Indy Jericoís business.î Her green eyes looked out the window, then back to Indy. So, howís everyone else?î
ìOh fine,î he said sarcastically. ìGoodsport got shot, The Lambertís escaped and captured Short Round, and the rest of us almost died.î
ìThat good, huh?î she said.
ìYeah. Meg, I wish I could stay longer, but Indiana and me need to go get Shorty. And all of us need to get to Tessa. Weíll contact you.î
ìOK.î
ìBye Meg.î
Just as Indy was about to open the door, Meg opened her mouth.
ìIím coming with you.î
* * *
Brett Lambert waved the old Colt Combat Elite he had found in the bike at Short Round. ìWish weíd found this earlier, James. We could have blown those sons of bitches away.î
Indiana James looked at his brother. ìYeah, itís a shame.î
Brett picked up a cell phone and tossed it to his James. ìCall Indiana Jerico. Tell him we have Short Round, and if he wants him back, heíll have to pay usÖ
1 million dollars!î*
James looked up. ìReally? One million??î
Brett came back to reality. ìI donít know, weíll figure it out.î
* a note from your friendly author: Sorry, I had to pay homage to Austin Powers. 
* * *
Indy walked past Meg, then looked at Indiana Jerico, then back to Meg. They had let Meg rest another couple of hours.
ìYou canít come with us. You just canít. For Godís sake you just got shot!!î
Meg stood up. She had gotten dressed with the help of a nurse, and was now wearing black leather pants and a black tank top*, as well as a sling over her left arm.*theresyourwishMeg
ìThe doctor talked to me. He said it wasnít as bad as he had originally thought. Thereís no shattered bone! Look, the doc gave me pain killers! I can go!î
Indiana Jerico looked at Meg. ìAre you sure??î
ìYes Iím sure! Look!î Very slowly Meg moved her arm up. ìOwwww!! But I can do it! The doc looked at the X-rays. And Iím right handed, so I can shoot!î
Indiana Jerico looked at Meg. ìI donít think so Meg.î
ìFine,î Meg said. She looked over at Indy. ìIndy, as your commanding officer, I order you to take me with you.î
Indy looked at Jerico, who just stared in disbelief.
Suddenly a smile came over Indyís face. ìNever argue with women. There always right.î
Meg laughed, then and followed them out the door.
* * *
A spatter of blood hit the golden-brown hay. Short Round groaned in agony.
Brett Lambert shook his fist. ìI already broke your nose, now Iíll break your face you little dick.î
Indiana James walked in from another end of the barn, carrying the cell phone. He looked at the old sign in the back of the barn. It read ìFarmer I. Jones and Sons Produceî
He looked back at Brett.
ìEasy there! We donít want him to die.î
At this point, Short Round was a bloody mess. His face was purple in spots, with bruises. He looked like a smashed plum.
Brett shook his fist again, then said, without taking his eyes off Shorty, ìWhatíd they say?î
ìI couldnít get through. No answer, nothing.î
ìThatís odd,î Brett said. ìFind the number of Megís cell and call that.î
Indiana James smiled. They were gonna be rich soon.
* * *
ìWe need guns. We donít know whatís gonna happen, so we better get guns,î Meg said dryly.
Indiana Jerico disarmed the alarm on the red Beamer, then popped open the drunk.
Meg whistled. Indy grinned.
ìNow this is what Iíve been looking for.î Indy picked up a large black pistol, and examined it.
ì9 millimeter Beretta automatic. 15 round mag, one in the chamber. Just like the gun Mel Gibson carries in Lethal Weapon. Yeah, Iíll be fine with this,î he said as he walked to the passeneger side door and leaned against it.
Indiana Jerico grinned, and said, ìWell, Meg, you want anything?î
She looked over the weaponry and picked up a Colt Trooper .357. ìI thought they stopped makin these.î
ìWe have a few,î Jerico said. Meg grabbed some extra rounds. Just then Indy came back to the trunk.
ìI need some more clips for this thing. Ah! There they are.î He picked up a few clips and shoved them in his pocket. ìWe better get go- whatís that? An MP-5. Why didnít ya tell me you had this?!î Indy snatched it up, along with several magazines, and returned to the front seat.
Meg walked to the back passenger seat, and Indiana Jerico climbed in and started the car.
Along the way, Indy explained what he, Short Round, Aragorn, and Goodsport had gotten into. Meg and Jerico also told him of what happened in the library.
ìSo, now Goodsport got shot in the left shoulder too??î Meg said with disbelief.
ìYeah,î Indy said. ìAnd we need to get to Tessa, fast!î
* * *
The telephone rang, and The Man with the Hat picked it. He and Tessa had just eaten room service, and The Man had ìexplainedî everything to Tessa. She was now taking a shower.
ìHello,î he said as he put the reciever to his ear.
ìMan with the Hat, this is Deirdre. Iím in Warsaw to make sure you donít screw up.î
ìI wonít,î he said. ìI was about to kill her right now.î
ìGood thing I called when I did. New orders. Nobody wants Tessa alive.î
ìWhat?î
ìJust donít kill her! I want you to meet me in 30 minutes.î
Deirdre then gave The Man directions to an old warehouse.
Just after The Man got off the phone, Tessa walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt.
ìAhhhhÖ I needed that,î she said.
The Man with the Hat looked at the directions, then put them in his pocket.
ìSo your trying to tell me that Goodsport and some other people are trying to kill me?î
ìYeah. He has a team. Luckily, Iím with you. Listen, Tessa, Iíve gotta go talk to my, uh, colleague. She needs to talk to me.î
ìOK. Iím not going anywhere. Iíll lock up.î
The Man stood up and walked out the door.
* * *
The Fiddler looked into his rearveiw mirror. ìWhat theÖ?î
A red BMW had just rounded the corner, and was gaining on him.
Meg looked out the windshield, and squinted. ìWhoís that ?î Meg asked.
Indiana Jerico looked out the window. ìI dunno.î
ìLetís find out,î Indy said. ìPull up along side them.î
Indiana Jerico started speeding up. He pulled the car right along side the Audi.
ìHey!î Indy yelled. ìThatís the Fiddler!! He was with Indiana James! Heís the one who escaped!!î
The Fiddler looked over at Indy and did a double take. ìShit!î he yelled. Indy smiled at him, and made the motion for him to put his window down. After a couple of seconds the Fiddler did. ìMay I help you?î the Fiddler asked sarcastically.
Indy flipped him off and the Fiddler glared at him; then slammed his Audi into Aragornís BMW.
Indiana Jerico winced. ìAragornís not gonna like this.î
Meg looked at him. ìNeither do I.î
Indy Jerico bashed Fiddlerís Audi back, and immediately he returned the favor.
Indy pulled out his Beretta, and was about to raise it to shoot, when Meg spoke up.
ìIndy, no!! We need him alive! We need to know what he does!!î
ìThen how we gonna stop him,î Jerico asked.
ìI donít know. But we need to, and fast!! He may know where Tessa is!î
ìI have an idea,î Indy said dryly. ìJust try to keep the car steady.î
Indiana Jerico sighed. ìEveryoneís a hero.î
Meg looked at Indy J and said, ìMaybe, but heís pretty good at it.î
Indy started climbing out the window, and tried to grab the Fiddler. Fiddler slammed his Audi into the Beamer, nearly smashing Indy. Jerico kept alongside him, and Indy jumped onto the Audi, holding onto the rack on top of the car. Fiddler pulled away, and Indy heaved himself on top of the car, clenching the rack bars. The Fiddler began sweerving from side to side, trying to shake his unwanted passsenger off. From inside the BMW, Meg yelled ìMake him stop swerving! Heíll fall off!î
Jerico looked over to the Audi. ìIím workin on it, Iím workin on it!!î
He pulled towards it, ramming it once more. Both cars shook violently, and Indy almost fell off. But it worked. The Fiddler had Meg and Jerico on one side, a ditch on the other, and Indy above him. He hardly had any room to move. Indy pulled out his Beretta, and put his head down into the passenger side window.
He looked at the Fiddler, smiled and said, ìIíd like to see your drivers license and proof of insurance!î
ìHere it is!î the Fiddler said as he pulled his Glock out. Indy saw it.
ìYou really should keep both hands on the wheel ya know,î and lifted himself up just as Fiddler fired at the window. While he was firing, Fiddler lost control of the vehicle and almost went into the ditch. The car hit a rock and bumped up hard.
ìSHIT!!!î Indy yelled as he fell onto the passenger side of the Audi. He was just barely hanging on.
ìWell, Iím not doing that again,î Fiddler said to himself.
Indiana Jerico and Meg saw Indy fall off.
ìOh my God!î Jerico yelled. ìIs he still there?!?î
Meg looked behind them, then looked over at the car again. He saw Indy pull himself back up onto the roof of the car.
ìHeís still there!î Meg yelled as she pointed at Indy.
The Fiddler began to slow down a bit, and got up right along side the rear passenger side window. He reached out, grabbed Meg, and began pulling her out of the car. If she had had two arms, she could have done something, but with this it was either die or go to the Audi. The Fiddler rammed the front of the Beamer, and Jerico was forced away. Meg held on to the door as hard as she could, and yelped in pain. Indiana Jerico held his breath. Indy noticed Jerico pulling away, and didnít see Meg. ìMeg!!î He yelled.
ìAhhh!! Help!!!î
Indy lunged to the other bars and secured his grip. ìHold on!!î he yelled. He positioned himself so his red DocMarten boots were lodged in the other side of the rack, and reached over to grab Meg. He looked up for a second, and saw Jerico nervously watching. He looked back down and grabbed the back of Megís pants and started to lift her up. Thankfully Fiddler had let go, as to avoid another near accident. Indy lifted Meg up onto the roof and she grabbed the rack with her one good arm, and Indy held her with one of his. ìYa know what?î he yelled.
ìWhat?î Meg yelled back.
Indy smiled at her. ìYou have a nice butt!î
ìWell, I jog,î she said as she smiled back.
Seeing that Meg and Indy were safely on top of the car, Indy Jerico pulled up the Audi again. He glared at The Fiddler, knowing that there was nothing he could do. The Fiddler smiled and closed his window. He knew they wanted him alive, so he thought he was safe. When the Fiddler wasnít paying attention, Jerico leaned over towards the passenger window and yelled out. ìIndy!! Indy!!î
Indy looked over with a confused look on his face.
Indy J smiled. ìStop the son of a bitch. Just stop him!!î
Indy smiled back. Meg looked at him. ìWhatíd he say?!î
Indy pulled out his Beretta and switched off the safety. ìHe asked me to have fun.î
Meg looked at him, puzzled. She decided to find out.
ìStay here,î Indy said.
ìWhere the hell else am I gonna go!!î Meg replied.
Indy pretended not to hear the comment, and said to himself, ìHope I donít fall off.î
Holding onto Meg with his left arm, he put his right arm up in the air, aiming for the hood, and started firing. The Fiddler jumped at the sound of gunfire, and saw holes being ripped into the hood. He didnít know what to do, and before he could think of anything, the engine burst into flames, sending the hood flat against the windsheild. The Fiddler yelled, but heard other screams as well. On top of the car, Indy and Meg were forced back from the rush of the hood. They both yelled, and Jerico watched in horror as he kept the Beamer close to the Audi. Inside the car, Fiddler struggled to keep control of the car. ìDammit!!î he yelled as he almost lost it. On the top, Indy looked at Meg. ìWe need to jump. Itís our only hope.î
Meg nodded. ìWhat about my arm?î
ìWhat about our lives?î
Meg gave him a worried look.
ìOn three. OneÖî The car jerked to the right, and they almost fell off. Indy half stood up, holding Meg against him. ìTwo.î It shudder again, hitting a bump.
ìTHREE!!!î
Indy and Meg leaped as hard as they could, sailing through the air. In mid-flight, Indy saw a pile of brush and pushed Meg away. She landed roughly but comfortably with a fwoomp! Unfortunately, when Indy pushed Meg away, he forced himself to land on the ground. Before he could even swear, everything went black.
As soon as the Fiddler felt Indy and Meg jump off the Audi, he looked out the passenger window to see how close to the ditch he was. Seeing that he was almost in it, the Fiddler pulled away quickly in a panic, forgetting about the BMW and Indiana Jerico on his left side. Jerico had been watching Meg and Indy, and was about to stop and turn around when the Fiddler pulled in front of him. The last thing Jerico remembered was a huge flash of white.
* * *
Right after The Man with the Hat left the hotel room, Tessa waited a few seconds, then peeked out the door. She saw him get into the elevator, so she took the stairs down to the lobby. Keeping her face hidden, she followed far behind The Man, keeping him in sight. He was easy to spot with the fedora. After walking for several minutes, Tessa saw the Man with the Hat turn a corner. She peeked around, and saw him go into a warehouse. After a few seconds, she slowly opened the door. She moved her way to another door, and peeked inside. Nothing. She heard voices from a short distance away, and walked towards them. Creeping on the floor, Tessa made her way behind a large wooden crate, and looked around it. Standing there was The Man with the Hat, an asian looking woman, and someone else she didnít know. He was white with short blonde hair. He looked very strong and was wearing an Indy style fedora, a long black trench coat, and dark sunglasses. He looked like a 20's bootlegging mobster.
The Man with the Hat seemed uncomfortable.
ìBut Deirdre,î he stammered. ìYou wanted her-ì
ìShut up!!î Deirdre roared. ìIíve had enough of you!í Deirdre looked over at the other man and nodded. ìThis is where Mack comes in.î
The Man with the Hat looked scared. ìWhat! Whatís goin on?!í
Without warning Mack took a revolver from his jacket, and shot The Man with the Hat in the left side of the chest. He fell to the ground. Tessa cried out in horror, and Deirdre and Mack looked over and saw her. ìThatís Tessa!!î Deirdre yelled. ìGet her!!î
As soon as they had spotted her, Tessa sprang up and bolted out of the warehouse. Mack and Deirdre followedÖ
* * *
ìIt rang, but no one answered,î Indiana James said.
ìOK,î Brett said. ìHere.î
He picked up an M-16 rifle that they had gotten from the hideout, and handed it to James. ìYou think theyíll come for him James?î
ìDefinitely,î Indy James replied, looking at Short Round. He was sitting in his chair, battered and beaten. They had finally stopped hitting him. ìThey saw the road we went up on Brett. Theyíll come. And soon.î
Brett pulled back the action on his pistol. ìAnd weíll be ready.î
* * *
Aragorn tossed down his magazine and sighed. ìWonder how the others are doing?î he said to himself.
* * *
Indy slowly opened his eyes. The bright sunlight blinded him, and he blinked. After he had adjusted to the bright light, he saw Meg standing over him. ìAre you okay,î she asked.
ìI dunno,î he said, rubbing his head. ìDo I look okay? How you doiní?î
ìIím fine,î she said as he got up.
ìYou sure,î he asked as he looked her over.
She nodded, then leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
ìWhat was that for?î
ìSaving my life.î
Indy smiled then said, ìHey! Not bad! All I have to do is save your life a few more times and then I can getÖ.î He decided not to finish the sentence.
She smirked, then looked around for the first time. Indy did too. Down the road about 100 feet was the BMW and the Audi, in a mess. Not too badly beaten up, but a bad accident. Meg and Indy were shocked. As they ran over Meg yelled. ìIndiana Jerico!! Indy!!!î
They reached the BMW and opened the door. Indy looked over at the Audi to see about the Fiddler. He was gone. ìMeg, the fiddlerís gone!î
ìWeíll worry about that later! Help me!î
Indy ran over and looked at Jerico. He was lying in the airbag, stirring.
ìHeís ok!î Indy said excitedly.
Indiana Jerico opened his eyes, and saw nothing but white. He gathered his bearings in a couple seconds, and realized the white flash he saw was the airbag. Then he remembered Meg and Indy and the car chase. Indy started shaking him. ìCímon Jerico, we gotta catch bad guys today.î
Jerico looked up and smiled. ìYou guys are all right!î
ìToo a point,î Indy mumbled.
Meg reached over and hugged Jerico as Indy helped him up.
ìWhat happened to the Fiddler,î Indy J asked.
ìHe got away,î Meg said. ìBut I think we should go get Shorty.î
Indy nodded. ìWe already past the road to where the Lambertís went. I have a truck back at the hideout. These cars areÖ uhhhÖ Out of order.î
Indy Jerico shook his head, and sighed. ìYou do?î
Meg looked around and said,î He keeps one in the back. For emergencies or something. I dunno.î
Indy laughed and said sarcastically, îPlus it makes hauling dead bodies easier.î
* * *
Tessa ran through the hotel doors, not believing what she had just seen. The Man with the Hat had lied to her, and she didnít know whom to trust. She figured to herself that Goodsportís group must be the good guys. She wasnít sure though. Tessa ran down the hallway to her hotel room, scared for her life. Iíll lock myself up, she thought, and call the police. She walked through the door, and closed it quietly. She looked through the peephole and saw the coast was clear. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned around and saw Mack and Deirdre standing there, Mack pointing his gun at her.
ìDonít worry Miss Zarycki,î Deirdre said grinning. ìThe boss wants you alive. For now.î
* * *
Indy walked behind the building and started up his brand new silver Ford F-250 and pulled it around front to get Indiana Jerico and Meg. The wreck was only about 100 yards from the hideout, so it wasnít much of a walk. He came around front and got out. ìThereís only room for two in the front, and Megís injured and Iím driving. Plus we could use you in the back with a shotgun Jerico,î he said as they started loading equipment into the back. They had managed to salvage Indyís Beretta, MP-5, a shotgun, Megís Colt, and four pieces of body armor.
ìI suggest we each put one of these on,î Meg said as she picked up a piece of body armor. ìBe sure to wear an undershirt though. Iím gonna go inside and change. Iíve got the shoulder, so itíll take me a while.î
Meg walked inside, and Indy took off his shirt. He looked at Indy J and said, ìAre you sure your ok?î
Jerico looked up. ìYeah, just got a headache.î
Indy pulled a white shirt out of the truck and said, îYou need another shirt Indy?î
ìNo,î Indiana Jerico replied. ìIíll just wear it under my coat.î
Indy put on the white shirt, then strapped on the body armor. Jerico took off his black trenchcoat and put his own piece on, picked up the shotgun and loaded eight shells into it. It was an assault shotgun, sawed off, 12-gauge. Indy took his fedora out of his truck and placed it on his head. Indy Jerico saw him putting it on and chuckled. ìHow original.î
Indy ignored the comment. Meg walked out of the house; good as new.
ìWe better get going,î she said. ìWe donít know what theyíre doing with him.î
Jerico climbed into the back of the pick-up, and Meg and Indy got in front. Indy turned the ignition, and drove off in a cloud of dust.
* * *
ìIs he gonna be alright?î Aragorn asked. The doctor had just come out to tell Aragorn the news about Goodsport.
ìI am afraid,î the doctor said in excellent English, ìThat your friend has shattered bone in his left shoulder.î
Aragorn gasped, and the doctor continued.
ìHeíll live, but heís not going to be doing much as far as I can see.î
Aragornís phone rang, knocking him out of the trance. Before he picked it up he said, ìThank you doctor, Iíll be in to see him soon.î The doctor nodded and walked away.
He picked up his phone and put it to his ear. ìAragorn here.î
ìI know where Tessa is.î
Aragorn was startled. ìWhat!? Where!? Who are you?!î
ìA friend,î Mack said. ìShe is in Warsaw.î
Aragorn continued to listen as Mack explained directions.
ìAnd be careful, my friend,î Mack said.
ìThank you, whoever you are.î
Back in Warsaw Mack hung up the phone and looked at Deirdre. ìHe bought it.î
Deirdre smiled. ìGood. Heíll show up, along with the rest of his friends. Try and find Indiana James and the Fiddler. And get us some more help. Itís not gonna be easy to kill them all.î
* * *
Indy pulled the F-250 to a stop in the woods. Through the trees and foliage, he and Meg could just make out the barn. Indy reached back and opened the window. ìThis is it. Heís probably in there.î
Meg nodded and flipped open her Colt. It was loaded.
ìMeg, you stay here,î Indy went on.
ìYeah,î Jerico spoke up. ìIf it looks like were in trouble, come and help us.î
ìFine,î Meg said, a little disappointed. Indy handed her the keys.
Indiana Jerico jumped down from the back of the truck, carrying the 12-gauge. Indy got out of the truck and went to the bed. He opened a box he had, and picked up a satchel. He threw one to Indy Jerico. ìWhatís in here,î he asked.
ìThatís my bag ëoí tricks,î Indy said as he smiled.
Jerico opened it up, and inside found a flare gun, 2 flares, a grenade, some rope, a grappling hook, and two throwing knives. Jerico grinned and took the bag. Indy slung his satchel over his shoulder, and grabbed his MP-5 and put the magazines in it. He put his Beretta in the back of his pants and slung the MP-5 over his other shoulder. He grabbed another satchel, and handed it to Meg. Jerico chuckled, then said, ìBoy, you arenít kidding, are ya?î
Indy didnít reply and just told Meg to be careful.
Indiana Jerico grabbed his shotgun and they walked away.
Meg watched them, and wished she hadnít gotten shot. She was already missing the action.
* * *
Indiana Jerico and Indy sneaked their way to the edge of the woods. From here they had a better few of the big red barn. It was about 50 feet tall, and had an old windmill to the left of it. To the left of the windmill was a large pond. Behind all this, just barely visible, was a farmhouse. All of this was definitely deserted.
ìSo, whatís the plan,î Indy asked.
ìI have no idea,î Jerico replied.
ìWell,î Indy started, ìThereís no windows. So we could probably sneak up on the easily.î
ìThatís definitely a start.î Indy J took a pair of binoculars from his pocket, and looked at the barn closely. ìOn the right side is a door to what looks like a hayloft. Itís hanging open. We could toss a hook up there, and climb.î
Indy squinted. ìSounds good to me.î
Slowly the two companions made their way across the barnyard. They kept low, looking around for any sign of trouble. When they reached the area beneath the hayloft, Indiana Jerico took out his rope, and attached the grapple hook to it. He looked at Indy, pointed up, and Indy nodded. Indy backed away from Jerico as he swung the hook around and around. After several swings, he let go and it soared through the airÖ. And missed the door. Both Indy and Jerico had their eyes on it, and it came falling down and landed behind Indiana Jerico with a clang. Both of them turned around to find a soldier laying on the ground unconscious. Indy shrugged his shoulders and Jerico smiled, then threw it again. It landed inside the door, and hooked on.
* * *
The Fiddler was next to Short Round, walking around him waving a Glock.
Indiana James was standing a few feet away, holding an M-16 in his hands. The pair had ordered in a few soldiers, just to help them. They felt there was no way they could fail. ìThis is great, Fiddler! Soon weíll have lots of money!î
ìItís great!î The two men looked at each other, and slapped hands. They grinned evil grins.
* * *
As Indy started to pull himself into the hayloft, Indiana Jerico helped him up. When they were both safely up, Jerico retrieved his rope. They both looked around. Indiana Jerico jumped as he spotted another baddie sitting at the top of a ladder. His back was to them, and he seemed to be watching downstairs. Indy looked at Jerico, and put a finger too his lips. He started sneaking up behind the goon, and pulled out his knife, when a floorboard creaked. The baddie turned around and tackled Indy, sending him flying back. As soon as Indy hit the floor, he prepared his knife and threw it as hard as he could. It hit its mark, right in the soldierís throat. The soldier grabbed his neck and fell to the ground and died. Indy dragged his body over to a corner behind some hay bales, and returned to an obviously disturbed Indiana Jerico. ìWhat is it?î Indy whispered.
Indiana Jerico swallowed hard, and replied, ìNothing.î
They crept over to the ladder, and peeked down. Below them they was another platform, with more hay. They slowly crept down the ladder, and when they reached the bottom they moved behind some hay. Looking over the bale, they could see Short Round in a chair, battered and bruised, Indiana James, The Fiddler, and five guards. Just as they looked over, they heard the end of Jamesís sentence. ì-great!î
The brothers then slapped hands, and looked at Short Round. James sneered. ìTheyíll pay us millions for you, no doubt about it.î
Indiana James chuckled. ìEven after they pay us the money, weíre still gonna kill you!î
Short Round glared back. ìIím gonna kick your asses.î
Indy suddenly stood up. ìIndy- no!î Jerico said.
Once Indy was up, he smiled, then yelled,î I donít think so unclef***ers!!!î
He fired 2 shots into the first soldier, hitting him in the chest. Seeing that he only had a few options, Indiana Jerico stood up and fired at another one, blasting the goon back.
Before the baddies even had a chance to retaliate, Indy fired three more shots into another guard, killing him. He and Jerico immediately dropped to the floor, and bullets whizzed around them. Jerico looked over at Indy and yelled, îI donít think this hays gonna stop these bullets. They stood up and fired back, barely missing The Lambertís and two other guards. The Lamberts and the guards scrambled out of the room, and headed to the ladder that leads to the roof. They cursed themselves for not getting Short Round, but it was too late. As soon as they were gone, Indy and Jerico climbed down from the loft and rushed over to Short Round. Short Round smiled, and said, ìI knew you guys wouldnít leave me.î
ìWhat? Us,î Indy J asked as he cut Shortyís ropes. ìNot a chance in hell pal.î
Indy finished reloading his guns, then looked at them and said, ìLetís do what one shepherd said to the other shepherd.î
ìWhat?î Jerico and Shorty asked at the same time.
ìLetís get the flock outta here.î
* * *

Follow Ups:

Good job (Actually Chapter 35 --- Chapter 36 coming soon!)... Goodsport 14:49:25 8/02/99 (2)
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: Chapter 36- ìThings Start Getting Interestingî

: Indy, Aragorn, and Goodsport pulled into the hospital and took Goodsport to the emergency room.  As soon as he was away on a stretcher, Aragorn and Indy sat on a bench and proceeded to wait.  After a couple minutes of silence, Indy opened his mouth.
: ìIíve gotta go get Short Round.  Heís in great danger.î
: Aragorn looked up.  ìI know Indy, but first we need to figure out what happened to Jerico and Meg.î
: Indy suddenly looked surprised.  ìOh shit!  Theyíve been gone for too long!î
: Indy pulled out what looked to be a pager from his cargo pants pocket.  He pressed a button, and without taking his eyes off the black pager, said ìMegís here.î
: Aragorn looked surprised.  ìWhat?  Where??î
: ìAccording to this Meg is rightÖî he paced around the room then stopped.  ìAbove us!î
: Aragorn kept his eyes on Indy.  ìMaybe Jericoís with her.  You go check and Iíll stay here.î
: Indy walked for the doors, then stopped.  ìAragorn, if I find Jerico and Meg, Iíll go with them and get Shorty back.î
: ìIíll contact you Indy.  And you better get some guns.î
: Indy nodded then ran out of the room.
: Aragorn sighed, and picked up a magazine.
: 			*			*			*			
: Fiddler pulled into an empty parking lot.  He had just realized he went the wrong way. ìDammit!î  He yelled as he pounded the steering wheel.  He put the car in gear, pulled out of the lot, and hoped heíd make it there in time.
: 			*			*			*
: Indy got out of the elevator and saw a figure wearing a black trenchcoat, standing next to a door.  He looked harder than recognized it.
: ìIndiana Jerico!î he yelled as he ran the last few steps.  ìWhat happened?  Whereís Meg?î
: ìWe had a problem in the library.  Meg got shot.î
: A look of fear washed over Indyís face.  ìOh GodÖ.  Is she alright?î  
: Jerico sighed.  ìThankfully yes.  It hit her in the shoulder.  Go on in.î
: Indy opened the door quietly, and saw Meg looking out the window.  The door squeaked, and she turned to look.  Meg smiled.
: ìIndy!î
: Indy walked over to Meg, and was about to give her a hug when he thought twice.
: ìHi Meg.  Sorry about the shoulder.î
: ìDonít be.  I was stupid.  I got in the way of Indy Jericoís business.î  Her green eyes looked out the window, then back to Indy.  So, howís everyone else?î
: ìOh fine,î he said sarcastically.  ìGoodsport got shot, The Lambertís escaped and captured Short Round, and the rest of us almost died.î
: ìThat good, huh?î she said.
: ìYeah.  Meg, I wish I could stay longer, but Indiana and me need to go get Shorty.  And all of us need to get to Tessa.  Weíll contact you.î
: ìOK.î
: ìBye Meg.î
: Just as Indy was about to open the door, Meg opened her mouth.
: ìIím coming with you.î
: 			*			*			*
: Brett Lambert waved the old Colt Combat Elite he had found in the bike at Short Round.  ìWish weíd found this earlier, James.  We could have blown those sons of bitches away.î
: Indiana James looked at his brother.  ìYeah, itís a shame.î
: Brett picked up a cell phone and tossed it to his James.  ìCall Indiana Jerico.  Tell him we have Short Round, and if he wants him back, heíll have to pay usÖ
: 1 million dollars!î*  
: James looked up.  ìReally?  One million??î
: Brett came back to reality.  ìI donít know, weíll figure it out.î
: * a note from your friendly author:  Sorry, I had to pay homage to Austin Powers. 
: 			*			*			*
: Indy walked past Meg, then looked at Indiana Jerico, then back to Meg.  They had let Meg rest another couple of hours.
: ìYou canít come with us.  You just canít.  For Godís sake you just got shot!!î
: Meg stood up.  She had gotten dressed with the help of a nurse, and was now wearing black leather pants and a black tank top*, as well as a sling over her left arm.*theresyourwishMeg
: ìThe doctor talked to me.  He said it wasnít as bad as he had originally thought.  Thereís no shattered bone!  Look, the doc gave me pain killers!  I can go!î
: Indiana Jerico looked at Meg.  ìAre you sure??î
: ìYes Iím sure!  Look!î  Very slowly Meg moved her arm up.  ìOwwww!!  But I can do it!  The doc looked at the X-rays.  And Iím right handed, so I can shoot!î
: Indiana Jerico looked at Meg.  ìI donít think so Meg.î
: ìFine,î Meg said.  She looked over at Indy.  ìIndy, as your commanding officer, I order you to take me with you.î
: Indy looked at Jerico, who just stared in disbelief.
: Suddenly a smile came over Indyís face.  ìNever argue with women.  There always right.î
: Meg laughed, then  and followed them out the door.
: 			*			*			*
: A spatter of blood hit the golden-brown hay.  Short Round groaned in agony.  
: Brett Lambert shook his fist.  ìI already broke your nose, now Iíll break your face you little dick.î
: Indiana James walked in from another end of the barn, carrying the cell phone.  He looked at the old sign in the back of the barn.  It read ìFarmer I. Jones and Sons Produceî
: He looked back at Brett.  
: ìEasy there!  We donít want him to die.î
: At this point, Short Round was a bloody mess.  His face was purple in spots, with bruises.  He looked like a smashed plum.
: Brett shook his fist again, then said, without taking his eyes off Shorty, ìWhatíd they say?î
: ìI couldnít get through.  No answer, nothing.î
: ìThatís odd,î Brett said.  ìFind the number of Megís cell and call that.î
: Indiana James smiled.  They were gonna be rich soon.
: 			*			*			*
: ìWe need guns.  We donít know whatís gonna happen, so we better get guns,î Meg said dryly.
: Indiana Jerico disarmed the alarm on the red Beamer, then popped open the drunk.
: Meg whistled.  Indy grinned.
: ìNow this is what Iíve been looking for.î  Indy picked up a large black pistol, and examined it.
: ì9 millimeter Beretta automatic.  15 round mag, one in the chamber.  Just like the gun Mel Gibson carries in Lethal Weapon.  Yeah, Iíll be fine with this,î he said as he walked to the passeneger side door and leaned against it.
: Indiana Jerico grinned, and said, ìWell, Meg, you want anything?î 
: She looked over the weaponry and picked up a Colt Trooper .357.  ìI thought they stopped makin these.î
: ìWe have a few,î Jerico said.  Meg grabbed some extra rounds.  Just then Indy came back to the trunk.
: ìI need some more clips for this thing.  Ah!  There they are.î  He picked up a few clips and shoved them in his pocket.  ìWe better get go- whatís that?  An MP-5.  Why didnít ya tell me you had this?!î  Indy snatched it up, along with several magazines, and returned to the front seat.  
: Meg walked to the back passenger seat, and Indiana Jerico climbed in and started the car.  
: Along the way, Indy explained what he, Short Round, Aragorn, and Goodsport had gotten into.  Meg and Jerico also told him of what happened in the library.
: ìSo, now Goodsport got shot in the left shoulder too??î Meg said with disbelief.
: ìYeah,î Indy said.  ìAnd we need to get to Tessa, fast!î
: 			*			*			*
: The telephone rang, and The Man with the Hat picked it.  He and Tessa had just eaten room service, and The Man had ìexplainedî everything to Tessa.  She was now taking a shower.
: ìHello,î he said as he put the reciever to his ear.
: ìMan with the Hat, this is Deirdre.  Iím in Warsaw to make sure you donít screw up.î
: ìI wonít,î he said.  ìI was about to kill her right now.î
: ìGood thing I called when I did.  New orders.  Nobody wants Tessa alive.î
: ìWhat?î
: ìJust donít kill her!  I want you to meet me in 30 minutes.î
: Deirdre then gave The Man directions to an old warehouse.
: Just after The Man got off the phone, Tessa walked out of the bathroom.  She was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt.  
: ìAhhhhÖ  I needed that,î she said.  
: The Man with the Hat looked at the directions, then put them in his pocket.
: ìSo your trying to tell me that Goodsport and some other people are trying to kill me?î
: ìYeah.  He has a team.  Luckily, Iím with you.  Listen, Tessa, Iíve gotta go talk to my, uh, colleague.  She needs to talk to me.î
: ìOK.  Iím not going anywhere.  Iíll lock up.î
: The Man stood up and walked out the door.
: 			*			*			*
: The Fiddler looked into his rearveiw mirror.  ìWhat theÖ?î
: A red BMW had just rounded the corner, and was gaining on him.
: Meg looked out the windshield, and squinted.  ìWhoís that ?î Meg asked.
: Indiana Jerico looked out the window.  ìI dunno.î
: ìLetís find out,î Indy said.  ìPull up along side them.î
: Indiana Jerico started speeding up.  He pulled the car right along side the Audi.
: ìHey!î Indy yelled.  ìThatís the Fiddler!!  He was with Indiana James!  Heís the one who escaped!!î
: The Fiddler looked over at Indy and did a double take.  ìShit!î he yelled.  Indy smiled at him, and made the motion for him to put his window down.  After a couple of seconds the Fiddler did.  ìMay I help you?î the Fiddler asked sarcastically.
: Indy flipped him off and the Fiddler glared at him; then slammed his Audi into Aragornís BMW.
: Indiana Jerico winced.  ìAragornís not gonna like this.î
: Meg looked at him.  ìNeither do I.î
: Indy Jerico bashed Fiddlerís Audi back, and immediately he returned the favor.
: Indy pulled out his Beretta, and was about to raise it to shoot, when Meg spoke up.
: ìIndy, no!!  We need him alive!  We need to know what he does!!î
: ìThen how we gonna stop him,î Jerico asked.
: ìI donít know.  But we need to, and fast!!  He may know where Tessa is!î
: ìI have an idea,î Indy said dryly.  ìJust try to keep the car steady.î
: Indiana Jerico sighed.  ìEveryoneís a hero.î
: Meg looked at Indy J and said, ìMaybe, but heís pretty good at it.î 
: Indy started climbing out the window, and tried to grab the Fiddler.  Fiddler slammed his Audi into the Beamer, nearly smashing Indy.  Jerico kept alongside him, and Indy jumped onto the Audi, holding onto the rack on top of the car.  Fiddler pulled away, and Indy heaved himself on top of the car, clenching the rack bars.  The Fiddler began sweerving from side to side, trying to shake his unwanted passsenger off.  From inside the BMW, Meg yelled ìMake him stop swerving!  Heíll fall off!î
: Jerico looked over to the Audi.  ìIím workin on it, Iím workin on it!!î  
: He pulled towards it, ramming it once more.  Both cars shook violently, and Indy almost fell off.  But it worked.  The Fiddler had Meg and Jerico on one side, a ditch on the other, and Indy above him.  He hardly had any room to move.  Indy pulled out his Beretta, and put his head down into the passenger side window.
: He looked at the Fiddler, smiled and said, ìIíd like to see your drivers license and proof of insurance!î
: ìHere it is!î the Fiddler said as he pulled his Glock out.  Indy saw it.
: ìYou really should keep both hands on the wheel ya know,î and lifted himself up just as Fiddler fired at the window.  While he was firing, Fiddler lost control of the vehicle and almost went into the ditch.  The car hit a rock and bumped up hard.  
: ìSHIT!!!î Indy yelled as he fell onto the passenger side of the Audi.  He was just barely hanging on.
: ìWell, Iím not doing that again,î Fiddler said to himself.
: Indiana Jerico and Meg saw Indy fall off. 
: ìOh my God!î Jerico yelled.  ìIs he still there?!?î
: Meg looked behind them, then looked over at the car again.  He saw Indy pull himself back up onto the roof of the car.
: ìHeís still there!î Meg yelled as she pointed at Indy.
: The Fiddler began to slow down a bit, and got up right along side the rear passenger side window.  He reached out, grabbed Meg, and began pulling her out of the car.  If she had had two arms, she could have done something, but with this it was either die or go to the Audi.  The Fiddler rammed the front of the Beamer, and Jerico was forced away.  Meg held on to the door as hard as she could, and yelped in pain.  Indiana Jerico held his breath.  Indy noticed Jerico pulling away, and didnít see Meg.  ìMeg!!î He yelled.  
: ìAhhh!!  Help!!!î
: Indy lunged to the other bars and secured his grip.  ìHold on!!î he yelled.  He positioned himself so his red DocMarten boots were lodged in the other side of the rack, and reached over to grab Meg.  He looked up for a second, and saw Jerico nervously watching.  He looked back down and grabbed the back of Megís pants and started to lift her up.  Thankfully Fiddler had let go, as to avoid another near accident.  Indy lifted Meg up onto the roof and she grabbed the rack with her one good arm, and Indy held her with one of his.  ìYa know what?î he yelled.  
: ìWhat?î Meg yelled back.
: Indy smiled at her.  ìYou have a nice butt!î 
: ìWell, I jog,î she said as she smiled back.
: Seeing that Meg and Indy were safely on top of the car, Indy Jerico pulled up the Audi again.  He glared at The Fiddler, knowing that there was nothing he could do.  The Fiddler smiled and closed his window.  He knew they wanted him alive, so he thought he was safe.  When the Fiddler wasnít paying attention, Jerico leaned over towards the passenger window and yelled out.  ìIndy!!  Indy!!î  
: Indy looked over with a confused look on his face.
: Indy J smiled.  ìStop the son of a bitch.  Just stop him!!î
: Indy smiled back.  Meg looked at him.  ìWhatíd he say?!î
: Indy pulled out his Beretta and switched off the safety.  ìHe asked me to have fun.î
: Meg looked at him, puzzled.  She decided to find out.
: ìStay here,î Indy said.  
: ìWhere the hell else am I gonna go!!î Meg replied.
: Indy pretended not to hear the comment, and said to himself, ìHope I donít fall off.î
: Holding onto Meg with his left arm, he put his right arm up in the air, aiming for the hood, and started firing.  The Fiddler jumped at the sound of gunfire, and saw holes being ripped into the hood.  He didnít know what to do, and before he could think of anything, the engine burst into flames, sending the hood flat against the windsheild.  The Fiddler yelled, but heard other screams as well.  On top of the car, Indy and Meg were forced back from the rush of the hood.  They both yelled, and Jerico watched in horror as he kept the Beamer close to the Audi.  Inside the car, Fiddler struggled to keep control of the car. ìDammit!!î he yelled as he almost lost it.  On the top, Indy looked at Meg.  ìWe need to jump.  Itís our only hope.î  
: Meg nodded.  ìWhat about my arm?î
: ìWhat about our lives?î
: Meg gave him a worried look.
: ìOn three.  OneÖî  The car jerked to the right, and they almost fell off.  Indy half stood up, holding Meg against him.  ìTwo.î  It shudder again, hitting a bump.  
: ìTHREE!!!î
: Indy and Meg leaped as hard as they could, sailing through the air.  In mid-flight, Indy saw a pile of brush and pushed Meg away.  She landed roughly but comfortably with a fwoomp!  Unfortunately, when Indy pushed Meg away, he forced himself to land on the ground.  Before he could even swear, everything went black.
: As soon as the Fiddler felt Indy and Meg jump off the Audi, he looked out the passenger window to see how close to the ditch he was.  Seeing that he was almost in it, the Fiddler pulled away quickly in a panic, forgetting about the BMW and Indiana Jerico on his left side.  Jerico had been watching Meg and Indy, and was about to stop and turn around when the Fiddler pulled in front of him.  The last thing Jerico remembered was a huge flash of white.
: 			*			*			*
: Right after The Man with the Hat left the hotel room, Tessa waited a few seconds, then peeked out the door.  She saw him get into the elevator, so she took the stairs down to the lobby.  Keeping her face hidden, she followed far behind The Man, keeping him in sight.  He was easy to spot with the fedora.  After walking for several minutes, Tessa saw the Man with the Hat turn a corner.  She peeked around, and saw him go into a warehouse.  After a few seconds, she slowly opened the door.  She moved her way to another door, and peeked inside.  Nothing.  She heard voices from a short distance away, and walked towards them.  Creeping on the floor, Tessa made her way behind a large wooden crate, and looked around it.  Standing there was The Man with the Hat, an asian looking woman, and someone else she didnít know.  He was white with short blonde hair. He looked very strong and was wearing an Indy style fedora, a long black trench coat, and dark sunglasses. He looked like a 20's bootlegging mobster. 
:  The Man with the Hat seemed uncomfortable.
: ìBut Deirdre,î he stammered.  ìYou wanted her-ì
: ìShut up!!î Deirdre roared.  ìIíve had enough of you!í  Deirdre looked over at the other man and nodded.  ìThis is where Mack comes in.î
: The Man with the Hat looked scared.  ìWhat!  Whatís goin on?!í
: Without warning Mack took a revolver from his jacket, and shot The Man with the Hat in the left side of the chest.  He fell to the ground.  Tessa cried out in horror, and Deirdre and Mack looked over and saw her.  ìThatís Tessa!!î Deirdre yelled.  ìGet her!!î
: As soon as they had spotted her,  Tessa sprang up and bolted out of the warehouse.  Mack and Deirdre followedÖ
: 			*			*			*
: ìIt rang, but no one answered,î Indiana James said.
: ìOK,î Brett said.  ìHere.î
: He picked up an M-16 rifle that they had gotten from the hideout, and handed it to James.  ìYou think theyíll come for him James?î
: ìDefinitely,î Indy James replied, looking at Short Round.  He was sitting in his chair, battered and beaten.  They had finally stopped hitting him.  ìThey saw the road we went up on Brett.  Theyíll come.  And soon.î
: Brett pulled back the action on his pistol.  ìAnd weíll be ready.î
: 			*			*			*
: Aragorn tossed down his magazine and sighed.  ìWonder how the others are doing?î he said to himself.
: 			*			*			*
: Indy slowly opened his eyes.  The bright sunlight blinded him, and he blinked.  After he had adjusted to the bright light, he saw Meg standing over him.  ìAre you okay,î she asked.  
: ìI dunno,î he said, rubbing his head.  ìDo I look okay?  How you doiní?î
: ìIím fine,î she said as he got up.  
: ìYou sure,î he asked as he looked her over.
: She nodded, then leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
: ìWhat was that for?î
: ìSaving my life.î
: Indy smiled then said, ìHey!  Not bad!  All I have to do is save your life a few more times and then I can getÖ.î  He decided not to finish the sentence.
: She smirked, then looked around for the first time.  Indy did too.  Down the road about 100 feet was the BMW and the Audi, in a mess.  Not too badly beaten up, but a bad accident.  Meg and Indy were shocked.  As they ran over Meg yelled.  ìIndiana Jerico!!  Indy!!!î
: They reached the BMW and opened the door.  Indy looked over at the Audi to see about the Fiddler.  He was gone.  ìMeg, the fiddlerís gone!î
: ìWeíll worry about that later!  Help me!î  
: Indy ran over and looked at Jerico.  He was lying in the airbag, stirring.
: ìHeís ok!î Indy said excitedly.
: Indiana Jerico opened his eyes, and saw nothing but white.  He gathered his bearings in a couple seconds, and realized the white flash he saw was the airbag.  Then he remembered Meg and Indy and the car chase.  Indy started shaking him.  ìCímon Jerico, we gotta catch bad guys today.î
: Jerico looked up and smiled.  ìYou guys are all right!î
: ìToo a point,î Indy mumbled.
: Meg reached over and hugged Jerico as Indy helped him up. 
: ìWhat happened to the Fiddler,î Indy J asked.
: ìHe got away,î Meg said.  ìBut I think we should go get Shorty.î
: Indy nodded.  ìWe already past the road to where the Lambertís went.  I have a truck back at the hideout.  These cars areÖ uhhhÖ  Out of order.î
: Indy Jerico shook his head, and sighed.  ìYou do?î
: Meg looked around and said,î He keeps one in the back.  For emergencies or something.  I dunno.î
: Indy laughed and said sarcastically, îPlus it makes hauling dead bodies easier.î
: 			*			*			*
: Tessa ran through the hotel doors, not believing what she had just seen.  The Man with the Hat had lied to her, and she didnít know whom to trust.  She figured to herself that Goodsportís group must be the good guys.  She wasnít sure though.  Tessa ran down the hallway to her hotel room, scared for her life.  Iíll lock myself up, she thought, and call the police.  She walked through the door, and closed it quietly.  She looked through the peephole and saw the coast was clear.  Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned around and saw Mack and Deirdre standing there, Mack pointing his gun at her.
: ìDonít worry Miss Zarycki,î Deirdre said grinning.  ìThe boss wants you alive.  For now.î
: 			*			*			*
: Indy walked behind the building and started up his brand new silver Ford F-250 and pulled it around front to get Indiana Jerico and Meg.  The wreck was only about 100 yards from the hideout, so it wasnít much of a walk.  He came around front and got out.  ìThereís only room for two in the front, and Megís injured and Iím driving.  Plus we could use you in the back with a shotgun Jerico,î he said as they started loading equipment into the back.  They had managed to salvage Indyís Beretta, MP-5, a shotgun, Megís Colt, and four pieces of body armor.  
: ìI suggest we each put one of these on,î Meg said as she picked up a piece of body armor.  ìBe sure to wear an undershirt though.  Iím gonna go inside and change.  Iíve got the shoulder, so itíll take me a while.î
: Meg walked inside, and Indy took off his shirt.  He looked at Indy J and said, ìAre you sure your ok?î
: Jerico looked up.  ìYeah, just got a headache.î
: Indy pulled a white shirt out of the truck and said, îYou need another shirt Indy?î
: ìNo,î Indiana Jerico replied.  ìIíll just wear it under my coat.î
: Indy put on the white shirt, then strapped on the body armor.  Jerico took off his black trenchcoat and put his own piece on, picked up the shotgun and loaded eight shells into it.  It was an assault shotgun, sawed off, 12-gauge.  Indy took his fedora out of his truck and placed it on his head.  Indy Jerico saw him putting it on and chuckled.  ìHow original.î
: Indy ignored the comment.  Meg walked out of the house; good as new.  
: ìWe better get going,î she said.  ìWe donít know what theyíre doing with him.î
: Jerico climbed into the back of the pick-up, and Meg and Indy got in front.  Indy turned the ignition, and drove off in a cloud of dust.
: 			*			*			*
: ìIs he gonna be alright?î Aragorn asked.  The doctor had just come out to tell Aragorn the news about Goodsport.  
: ìI am afraid,î the doctor said in excellent English, ìThat your friend has shattered bone in his left shoulder.î  
: Aragorn gasped, and the doctor continued.  
: ìHeíll live, but heís not going to be doing much as far as I can see.î
: Aragornís phone rang, knocking him out of the trance.  Before he picked it up he said, ìThank you doctor, Iíll be in to see him soon.î  The doctor nodded and walked away.  
: He picked up his phone and put it to his ear.  ìAragorn here.î
: ìI know where Tessa is.î
: Aragorn was startled.  ìWhat!?  Where!?  Who are you?!î
: ìA friend,î Mack said.  ìShe is in Warsaw.î
: Aragorn continued to listen as Mack explained directions.    
: ìAnd be careful, my friend,î Mack said.  
: ìThank you, whoever you are.î
: Back in Warsaw Mack hung up the phone and looked at Deirdre.  ìHe bought it.î
: Deirdre smiled.  ìGood.  Heíll show up, along with the rest of his friends.  Try and find Indiana James and the Fiddler.  And get us some more help.  Itís not gonna be easy to kill them all.î
: 			*			*			*
: Indy pulled the F-250 to a stop in the woods.  Through the trees and foliage, he and Meg could just make out the barn.  Indy reached back and opened the window.  ìThis is it.  Heís probably in there.î
: Meg nodded and flipped open her Colt.  It was loaded.  
: ìMeg, you stay here,î Indy went on.
: ìYeah,î Jerico spoke up.  ìIf it looks like were in trouble, come and help us.î
: ìFine,î Meg said, a little disappointed.  Indy handed her the keys.
: Indiana Jerico jumped down from the back of the truck, carrying the 12-gauge.  Indy got out of the truck and went to the bed.  He opened a box he had, and picked up a satchel.  He threw one to Indy Jerico.  ìWhatís in here,î he asked.
: ìThatís my bag ëoí tricks,î Indy said as he smiled.
: Jerico opened it up, and inside found a flare gun, 2 flares, a grenade, some rope, a grappling hook, and two throwing knives.  Jerico grinned and took the bag.  Indy slung his satchel over his shoulder, and grabbed his MP-5 and put the magazines in it.  He put his Beretta in the back of his pants and slung the MP-5 over his other shoulder.  He grabbed another satchel, and handed it to Meg.  Jerico chuckled, then said, ìBoy, you arenít kidding, are ya?î
: Indy didnít reply and just told Meg to be careful.
: Indiana Jerico grabbed his shotgun and they walked away.
: Meg watched them, and wished she hadnít gotten shot.  She was already missing the action.
: 			*			*			*
: Indiana Jerico and Indy sneaked their way to the edge of the woods.  From here they had a better few of the big red barn.  It was about 50 feet tall, and had an old windmill to the left of it.  To the left of the windmill was a large pond.  Behind all this, just barely visible, was a farmhouse.  All of this was definitely deserted.
: ìSo, whatís the plan,î Indy asked.
: ìI have no idea,î Jerico replied.
: ìWell,î Indy started, ìThereís no windows.  So we could probably sneak up on the easily.î
: ìThatís definitely a start.î  Indy J took a pair of binoculars from his pocket, and looked at the barn closely.  ìOn the right side is a door to what looks like a hayloft.  Itís hanging open.  We could toss a hook up there, and climb.î
: Indy squinted.  ìSounds good to me.î
: Slowly the two companions made their way across the barnyard.  They kept low, looking around for any sign of trouble.  When they reached the area beneath the hayloft, Indiana Jerico took out his rope, and attached the grapple hook to it.  He looked at Indy, pointed up, and Indy nodded.  Indy backed away from Jerico as he swung the hook around and around.  After several swings, he let go and it soared through the airÖ. And missed the door.  Both Indy and Jerico had their eyes on it, and it came falling down and landed behind Indiana Jerico with a clang.  Both of them turned around to find a soldier laying on the ground unconscious.  Indy shrugged his shoulders and Jerico smiled, then threw it again.  It landed inside the door, and hooked on.
: 		*			*			*
: The Fiddler was next to Short Round, walking around him waving a Glock.
: Indiana James was standing a few feet away, holding an M-16 in his hands.  The pair had ordered in a few soldiers, just to help them.  They felt there was no way they could fail.  ìThis is great, Fiddler!  Soon weíll have lots of money!î
: ìItís great!î  The two men looked at each other, and slapped hands.  They grinned evil grins.
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: As Indy started to pull himself into the hayloft, Indiana Jerico helped him up.  When they were both safely up, Jerico retrieved his rope.  They both looked around.  Indiana Jerico jumped as he spotted another baddie sitting at the top of a ladder.  His back was to them, and he seemed to be watching downstairs.  Indy looked at Jerico, and put a finger too his lips.  He started sneaking up behind the goon, and pulled out his knife, when a floorboard creaked.  The baddie turned around and tackled Indy, sending him flying back.  As soon as Indy hit the floor, he prepared his knife and threw it as hard as he could.  It hit its mark, right in the soldierís throat.  The soldier grabbed his neck and fell to the ground and died.  Indy dragged his body over to a corner behind some hay bales, and returned to an obviously disturbed Indiana Jerico.  ìWhat is it?î Indy whispered.  
: Indiana Jerico swallowed hard, and replied, ìNothing.î
: They crept over to the ladder, and peeked down.  Below them they was another platform, with more hay.  They slowly crept down the ladder, and when they reached the bottom they moved behind some hay.  Looking over the bale, they could see Short Round in a chair, battered and bruised, Indiana James, The Fiddler, and five guards.  Just as they looked over, they heard the end of Jamesís sentence. ì-great!î
: The brothers then slapped hands, and looked at Short Round.  James sneered.  ìTheyíll pay us millions for you, no doubt about it.î
: Indiana James chuckled.  ìEven after they pay us the money, weíre still gonna kill you!î
: Short Round glared back.  ìIím gonna kick your asses.î
: Indy suddenly stood up.  ìIndy- no!î Jerico said.  
: Once Indy was up, he smiled, then yelled,î I donít think so unclef***ers!!!î
: He fired 2 shots into the first soldier, hitting him in the chest.  Seeing that he only had a few options, Indiana Jerico stood up and fired at another one, blasting the goon back.
: Before the baddies even had a chance to retaliate, Indy fired three more shots into another guard, killing him.  He and Jerico immediately dropped to the floor, and bullets whizzed around them.  Jerico looked over at Indy and yelled, îI donít think this hays gonna stop these bullets.  They stood up and fired back, barely missing The Lambertís and two other guards.  The Lamberts and the guards scrambled out of the room, and headed to the ladder that leads to the roof.  They cursed themselves for not getting Short Round, but it was too late.  As soon as they were gone, Indy and Jerico climbed down from the loft and rushed over to Short Round.  Short Round smiled, and said, ìI knew you guys wouldnít leave me.î
: ìWhat?  Us,î Indy J asked as he cut Shortyís ropes.  ìNot a chance in hell pal.î
: Indy finished reloading his guns, then looked at them and said, ìLetís do what one shepherd said to the other shepherd.î
: ìWhat?î Jerico and Shorty asked at the same time.
: ìLetís get the flock outta here.î
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