Chapters 4-5 of Indiana Jones and the Cult of the Dead

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Chapter 4 - A Happy Little Stroll

Kazakhstan: The Kara-Kum desert

    Indiana ran faster and faster, his forehead sweating, he was panic stricken, his head ached, his brains felt fried, and his body was tired. But the faster he ran the closer the mist came. It ran like a cougar about to strike its prey. Indiana lit several sticks of dynamite at once and threw to land where they fell. The dynamite blocked the mist long enough for him to turn a corner, Indiana was now able to see light, The dynamite also allowed him to escape the mist. He ran into the light, his eyes winced with pain because he had been in the dark for so long. He shouted for them to help him block the door, they grunted as they pushed and heaved the door closed, as they were able to block the mist they were finally able to relax. Indiana bent over catching his breath sighing. Roger came running over to him asking several questions.

    Indy huffed and puffed as he spoke "He's gone he's dead they're dead they all died" gasp "Whew I'll, Roger, I'll talk to you in the tent in a minute let me catch my breath". Indy bent over to catch his breath he was gasping like a fish out of water. He was able to stumble up to the tent he jerked his hat off his head, and tumbled into the tent.

    "So… what is it" Roger was eager to hear his story. He was as giddy as a schoolboy was.

    "Ok… Ok one minute. Once we were walking through the hall we came across a corpses, dozens of em, all had their ribs bashed in and all had fresh fingers wrapped around their necks." Indy was still huffing.

    "What? I've got to see this" Roger was already heading out the tent.

    "Uh, you can't," Indiana was breathing calmer now. "Were not going back in" Indiana was regaining his rough attitude, after he had caught his breath.

    "Why not?" Roger said confused.

    "Well for a minor reason there are traps and second there is something in there almost like a dead spirit engulfing all that came in there."

    "Oh come now, I know you Dr. Jones and you don't believe all that superstitious hocus pocus, boogey man nonsense." Roger said

    "Well actually this was an old burial ground for an ancient more than presumably long gone cult. Somehow they were able to preserve an acid or such inside the wall so that once opened would produce the acid to release in the form of a large expanding gas. Unfortunately I did not know of this and immediately opened it. Perhaps had I known we could have studied closer and maybe actually escaped with some of the 'treasures'? But unluckily we didn't and now the mist is still there waiting to be opened to destroy those that do come to open it. Actually we are going to have to destroy of this before someone else can find it and use it against us… hey what time is it." Indiana put his head in his hands; he was tired, after that exhilarating run.

    "Uh eleven o' clock AM. Why?" Roger said looking down at his watch which had a cheap leather band, some of the lens had cracked and one of the hands was just slightly bent but it still kept good time and had been handed down through his family for years.

    "Great" Indiana said sarcastically. "Hurry tell them to pack up. By the way when does the plane leave?" Indy kept speaking as he started packing, luckily he had packed light. "I shouldn't have scheduled that lecture for today or I should have canceled. I'll never be able to make it in time."

    "The plane leaves at eleven forty five." Roger was even packing his things and out the door yelling to the diggers to get everything packed up. Indiana was right behind him.

    Indiana also screamed for the diggers to hurry "How long does it take to get back to town?"

    "Thirty five minutes" Roger was shoving his things into the convoy truck. The diggers packed the gold and jewels safely into the wooden crates. The pick-ax were shoved into storage compartments under the seats in the truck, the jeep was loaded with the wooden crates containing the jewels, the sand was being swept away from the jeep as the other diggers loaded the items onto the jeep. Indiana pushed his suitcase next to Rogers and stuck his notes in his black briefcase. When he got inside the truck and settled down he then began to jot down notes for his classes next week. Once everything was loaded Roger hopped into the back of the Truck and sat next to Indiana. The truck drove off following the jeep.

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Berlin: Underground German Laboratory

    General Veloshikov waited impatiently for a Dr. Kishov. He was usually late, he had been on an archeological dig somewhere in Kazakhstan, they had discovered some sort of weapon or something to help them with the war or something along these lines. He wouldn't even be here had it not been for Hitler sending him down here. General Veloshikov was a poker-faced man he never smiled and never frowned. He was a tall rough set man of his forties. Clean- and polished boots till you could see your reflection. Suddenly a door creaked open, the general's head swung to his side. It was a young officer; he handed a small yellow slip of paper to General Veloshikov. It read: "Dr. Kishov läßt es nicht im heutigen Tag bitte tomorrow bei dem Taktgeber mit elf O zurückkommen."

    The general stuffed the slip of paper into his pocket and then walked out of the door with a stern cold face.

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Kazakhstan airport

    The large convoy truck pulled up to the small airport. Roger started to yell for the 'prizes' to be unloaded to the smaller plane. People all over the airport stared at the men; they were filthy and covered in dust. Possibly the owner a man dressed in a black suit, came running out with a handkerchief covering his mouth from the dust.

    "Sir you are not supposed to be here. You were supposed to pull around back. With you and your filthy crew" The man spoke with a strong accent. His hair was greased back. Indiana merely pushed him aside and watched Roger finish the unloading. Roger was loading the 'goods' on to the mini plane; he looked back to the jeeps and convoy truck they were covered in dust and filthy. Roger then was careful so as not to catch Indy watching he pulled out a large Aluminum briefcase he shoved a few bits of rock statues and numerous seemingly unimportant items, he shut the lid and locked it. After they had finished the unloading, Roger began walking toward Indiana. The mini sailed off into the sky; Indy watched it as it went off piercing through the clouds.

    "Well let's go. We have a long flight." Indy started walking towards the North American side of the airport.

    "Hey I'm sorry but I have a different flight." Kent said as he was already turning around heading for the West wing.

    Indiana began to wonder why Roger was heading towards the German wing of the airport, but just shrugged it off not bothering or caring.

    "Good evening Dr. Jones. Ticket please" The ticket taker batted her eyes politely.

    "Good evening" Indy smiled and gave her the ticket and proceeded through the Airport. He then walked a long hallway and took a seat. And began making notes. The plane began to lift and then started to head towards America.

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Berlin: Underground German Laboratory

    Dr. Kishov walked into the room General Veloshikov stood. He walked across the room towards Dr. Kishov. He stared him in the face.

    "So do you have it" The General had a monotone when he spoke.

    "You know I do. Would I let you down." He smiled as he began to take the contents from his suitcase. To Indiana Jones he would be Roger to the Germans he is a spy, a scientist, and a brilliant geneticist, but he also had knowledge of archeology

    "Good, very good" The General still did not have any excitement in his voice.

    "Now you probably would like to have some idea as to what this is." He allowed time for the General to give a nod. "Very well you see, actually contrary to what the superstitious diggers had thought. It was not a mysterious living cult enchanting them… actually it was…"

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Barnett College, Classroom # 302

  &"As you heard me explain before, It was NOT an evil that was hunting us. It was an uh ah" Indiana Jones blinking twice he stuttered. The girl closed her eyes again, this time Indy was able to make out that in eyeliner pencil she wrote 'Love You'. He wished she would stop writing him messages, it began making him stutter. "You see it was a Virus, and as you all know that viruses can stay alive for millions of years" He waited for the class to nod "so it was preserved, it was held within the walls, once the door opened, The virus unleashed itself. Also there were currents in their planted at just the perfect place to where it moved as if it was living. So don't get any ideas of 'Boogie Man ghosts haunting you'. Also now I am going to explain my theory as to how the fingers were preserved."

    At that time Marcus Brody and three other men walked into the room and sat at the table at the back of the room. Indy stared at them, he knew these people were government agents, they dressed like them, and if anyone knew it would be Indy, he had dealed with these kinds of people before. They watched him finish his lesson, with a disgruntled look.

    "You see I'm sure all of you are familiar that Mummies preserved their dead kings." The class nodded. "Well they found a preservation of their own only it kept it in pristine condition. Well it 'whitened' as it aged but still it remained preserved. You see they probably…" BZZZZZZZZZZZ, the bell blasted from the halls. "Ok remember homework is due next Monday." Indiana walked back to Marcus and the three gentlemen.

    "Good day Dr. Jones. We have something concerning you're most recent dig, do you recognize this man" The chubby man stuck out his hand and showed a picture of a man he covered up the name.

    "Of course he is Roger, from my dig, he was one of my partners, why is he in some sort of trouble" Indiana said cautiously

    "I'm afraid he is Dr. Jones," The fat man said. He grunted "You see his real name is Dr. Kishov, Jerico Kishov." The fat man spoke still had the same disgruntled look.

    Marcus spoke up "You see Indy once you deposited those little items to me with the diamonds and statues I noticed, his wallet had fallen in, when I read the name I recognized it as German. Then I immediately notified these people, you see I had heard his name before from one place or another, I can't recall where exactly but even still I do remember it was German so I began looking through documents and that sort, and -."

    The short skinny one cut Marcus off "You see he is a Scientist, he works for the Nazis. We believe they have discovered something that could destroy the Human race, and we don't want it to fall into Hitler's hands. So naturally we came to you, we want you to help us. Do you accept the offer? We will also fund your dig"

    "I don't know I'm rather busy" Indiana said monotone, he didn't want to get caught up in this any more. "For the next five years," The chubby government man said. Indiana smiled "Sure, when do I start."

    "We will start you in Berlin," The third man and the tallest of the three spoke up, "You will locate the base, gather information as to what you are going to do. Okay now, you will be started off with eight thousand dollars, if you need more money ask us please, but be very careful, this man you are tracking, Jerico Kishov he is a spy, there are probably many others, so be very careful." The men walked out of the room.

    "I can't believe you are going to do this," Marcus said.

    "Hey Marcus, could you get Andre to cover for me this next three weeks." Indiana said as he watched the men walk down the hall. "Besides why wouldn't I, funding for the next five years who knows what that could bring for the museum" "Three weeks" Marcus was astonished "I guess I can. Why three weeks" Marcus was shocked, thoughts raced through his mind why on earth would it take three weeks.

    "Even if it's not three weeks I still want some time to recuperate" Indiana now had a solid face. "Besides Andre can deal with this class well."

    "Yes. Andre is a tough teacher." Marcus walked out of the room. He shouted out, "I will call him in a minute."

    Indy walked out of the classroom. He peeked in Marcus's office, there were millions of papers and other things on his desk. Most of them were probably dealing with that matter of the Ark, ever since the government had taken it, Marcus tried desperately to get it back for the museum. "It does belong in a museum though," Indy said to himself as he walked up to his car. Indy suddenly realized that he had forgotten something he rushed back to Marcus's office. Marcus was off the phone now. "Marcus put a note on my desk for Andre, that I have his lesson laying on the desk. Okay tell him that everything's planned out. All he has to do is read it" Then Indy walked out the room.

    "Okay Indy, I got it!" Marcus said as Indy walked to his car.

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Chapter 5 - More Bad News

Berlin: Underground German Laboratory

    "You see actually, there were also small little, containers they would hold the power. You see what we found at this dig was a canister that you see would give powerful generations power that could create disasters such as the mist I was telling you about. If we can complete this we can control anything," Dr. Kishov spoke with a feeling of power.

    "You sound like one of those crazy suicidal madmen, from those Americana movies." General Veloshikov still had his monotone voice. He also had a rich German accent

    "No I'm telling the truth. We can really take control of the world," Dr. Kishov became excited, raising his voice.

    "Ok what do you want to do now" General Veloshikov said, he was becoming board with this conversation. He thought it could never happen, he was a very down to earth person.

    "Ok do you see the symbols on this canister." He waited for a nod from the General. "Ok you see this symbol stands for the world" he waited for another nod, "now these canisters were buried in seven parts of the world," He said watching the General's solemn face. The General grunted showing his boredom "So when their empire would fall, and they were smart because they knew it would happen sooner or later, they hid those canisters in different parts of the world, to keep those not of the cult from holding the power. We have already collected four of these. With each one we collect they tell us where to go. You see this marking here, it stands for Australia, with this it is a Jungle." Dr. Kishov was excited as he began pointing out the symbols of the small canister, giving the reason and what it stood for.

    "Ok you can do it, but what do you need to process these powers." General Veloshikov said.

    "Don't need anything, these will lead us to it." Dr. Kishov held up the tiny cylinders

    "It. What is this it, what is it that you are going after," General Veloshikov asked.

    "I don't know, we will find out." Dr. Kishov said as he headed toward the door. "I'm leaving for Cairo tomorrow. We think we will find what were looking for in South America tomorrow, you will not need to be there. Not until we find our treasure, at least," Dr. Kishov said

    "Good, I wasn't planning on coming" finally a smile cracked from General Veloshikovs lips.

    Dr. Kishov walked out the door and General Veloshikov followed behind him. Dr. Kishov waited for Veloshikov to get all the way down the hall then he locked door, and slipped the cylinder into his trench coat pocket

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