Prologue of Indiana Jones and the Third World

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"All the great empires of the future will be empires of the mind."

Winston Churchill, 1953

"If you don't know history, you don't know anything."

Edward Johnston, 1990

"Those who do not know the past are condemned to repeat it."

Michael Crichton, 1999

"I'm not interested in the future. I'm interested in the future of the future."

Robert Doniger, 1996

Prologue - The Daredevils

Palestine, 1917

    Maya cursed Indiana Jones, as she rode off across the desert. She didn't have water, a map, or compass, she was lost and hot. The bullet wound burned her flesh with each bobbing from the horse. She was lost and confused, she felt dizzy and sick. After departing from Indy, se had ran off trying to escape, before she had gotten away Indy had shot her in the arm. She saw a shadow cross over the sand; she looked up. She saw a man possibly a murderer; she drew her weapon keeping it from view of the man. She knew not to trust anyone, especially since she was in a place where there were thieves running rampant, she had heard stories of women, even women from the army, being beaten from her horse and raped. So she knew she should be cautious.

    He dismounted, "Do you need help" he grinned slyly, "It seems your lost" He advanced to her. "Let me help you," he grinned evilly. He drew a dagger and lunged knocking her from her horse, he tried to stab her, luckily she had drawn her pistol, as the man lunged she fired the pistol firing it through his head. The lifeless body lying limply on her she cursed and pushed the body off her. She searched the man getting a canteen, a map, a compass and a knife; she searched the pockets. She looked up in surprise. "He is German" she said to herself, she then looked at the other note attached.

    "Sir we think she has escaped and is out in the desert, you are to kill her and then search all documents, her files have been erased, she no longer exists we just need to dispense of the body, If she escapes it will be your life. She has failed and not met up to our needs."

    Those bastards she thought to herself. They are going to kill me. She got back to her horse and rode off. Not afraid just the opposite… she was planning her revenge, she knew she would have to get back to Germany. She used the map and compass to find her way out of the desert into and to the airport.

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Palestine Airport

    Maya got off her horse and walked in she took a ticket to Germany paying in cash, because as she learned none of her credits were acceptable. As she flew to Germany she was planning what she was going to do. She knew she would have to take revenge. She would take her revenge on her killer.

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Germany

    She arrived in Germany; she walked into the local dress shop and bought a new skirt and blouse. She walked out with new clothes and walked into the secret office building unto which she was to report after she returned from her mission. She walked into the office, she saw General Grasso sitting behind a desk, smoking a cigar, the smoke puffed a ring around the top of his head. The office was dark except for the light emitting from the tiny lamp on his desk.

    He stood up. "Maya," he said surprised, "was sind Sie hier tuend: what are you doing here?" His eyes were shocked; he looked at her intently.

    "Vertiefung I dachte, daß ich innen berichten sollte: Well I thought I should report in." She said casually. "Warum Sie mich aufstellten, warum Sie versuchten, mich zu beenden: Why did you set me up, why did you try to kill me." She said quckly her manner abruptly changed.

    He walked around his desk, "Amperestunde I wissen nicht an allem, was Sie sich befassen: Ah I do not know what you are talking about." He said puffing lightly on his cigar.

    Maya lifted her eyes, she glared at him. "Eintragfaden des oughtta I Sie im Augenblick. Sie wissen, mit daß was befasse ich, schickten Sie jemand heraus zum teödland, um mich zu beenden. Ich schoß ihn und stahl jene Papiere: I oughtta shoot you right now. You know what I'm talking about you sent someone out to the desert to kill me. I shot him and stole those papers."

    "Höre ich bin traurig, aber wir die couldntgefahr, die Sie also hält, wir mußten Sie uns entledigen traurig. Aber, da Sie nicht noch tot ich sind, schätzen Sie, daß wir nur sie beenden müssen recht hier wir kippen lassen Sie weg erhalten können jetzt wir: Listen I'm sorry but we couldnt risk keeping you so we had to dispose of you sorry. But since you are not yet dead I guess we'll just have to finish it right here we cant let you get away now can we." He pushed a button underneath his desk. "Sie sind hier kurzzeitig zu kommen, Sie zu erhalten: They'll be here momentarily to come and get you."

    She pulled a gun from her pocket. Aimed it directly at his head. "Ich denke nicht so, traurig, aber ich habe zu gehen: I don't think so, sorry but I've got to go." She fired the bullet. It blew through his head the blood spurted over his face and onto the desk. She then fired another bullet at the cabinet's lock, she opened the file cabinet and pulled out every file on her and jumped through the window.

    She was five floors up, as she was flying through the air she was able to make her body turn right side up, she twisted and was able to grab a ledge she was now about 2 floors up. Her hands were cut from grabbing at the concrete building. She climbed up, not very far down there was a fountain, it looked deep enough to jump, and she had only one choice. Stuffing the papers in her blouse she jumped and landed in the water, it was cold, she shivered with cold, shook it off, then she jumped out of the fountain and felt a chill streak over her body, the hairs on her neck stood up. Two men in black trench coats came out of the building they held guns in there hands. She ran out as fast as she could. Her heart was pounding, she turned a corner she knew exactly where she was going, it wasn't far from where she was, and hopefully she could make it. A black car popped out from the far alley and began following her. She couldn't make it on foot especially since they had a clear view of hear from where she ran. A trolley was coming down the street, she ran nearer and nearer to the trolley. Finally she got close enough, she hoped along, staying from gunshot view she watched intently making sure she couldn't miss her departure. She was carefully watching the black car, she knew that they knew where she was but they couldn't get a shot out from all the other people on the trolley. The people stared at her as she crawled down the trolley towards she front, as it neared her departure she jumped from the trolley and came face to face with a cargo plane. Hiding among the crates she hopped aboard the plane, she ducked when she saw the car drive by. She had carefully planned this, although it didn't go exactly as planned. She never planned for this chase but as long as she made it to the plane, it was okay. She had checked this and had made sure that this plane was heading towards America, her defection worked she was about to become an American. Yet she still wasn't happy, she still hadn't got her revenge, although she had killed her murderer and his boss she would have to do something to the German army to be truly even.

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