Posted by Goodsport from adsl-216-102-199-185.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net on July 26, 2000 at 01:43:36:
"Hey Chris" Indy looked around for a moment at the hanger "Chris you here."
"In my office" A voice said from a tiny room, the room had only one window turning a bronze color from age, the outside had brown chipping paint and desperately needed to be fixed up.
Indiana walked toward the tiny room, he turned the greasy doorknob, removed his hand and slid it along a wall wiping the grease off, he saw a man in his mid-twenty's. Trombone player's awards and achievements surrounded the room. "You still a trombonist, Chris" he said. Chris Hughes was a tall man who loved to fly, Indy's only pilot he has ever trusted, but Chris really liked money. Who doesn't, Indy thought to himself as he seated himself in one of the broken down leather chairs? When he seated himself some of the foam inside the chair fell out, the muddy brown leather chipped with each and every move. The desk was piled with junk, small trinkets, cluttered with sheet music, and pilot records, plane stats, and flying charts, and weather diagrams, pictures of his family and friends, a small bologna sandwich was slightly over the edge of the desk, pencils and ink pens.
"Yeah" Chris Hughes said rather proud of himself. "So what can I do for you." Chris asked as he walked towards his friend. Holding his hand out, they shook hands firmly showing they had been good friends for a long time. Indy gave his usual smile and looked across the room, different things were laying all over the place including some pictures of different pilots, their planes, and Chris's current girlfriend, Indy slapped Chris on the back, they walked out of the room.
"I need you to send me to Berlin" Indy said as he and Chris walked through the large hanger. There were scrap pieces and other junk scattered across the floor. Indiana looked around, the place was filthy and not many workers were there to keep it going, and clean. "I'm sorry the owner died" Indiana said as they were walking to the small plane.
"Yes he was a good man," Chris said.
"Yeah Michael was a good pilot, he was also a good friend. I heard he died from cancer. Smoking is what I heard. He had too many cigarettes," Indiana said as he walked next to Chris towards some of the planes.
Chris nodded then said, "Yeah, He gave me the hanger and all in it. Left me all his money. So I hired some new workers. The best men I could find, they flew planes for the army. I'm keeping the original name, in his honor."
"Well can you take me to Berlin" Indiana asked. "Also you might want to be prepared."
"I cant, I gotta fly some rich guy to California. He is willing to pay me thirty five thousand dollars if I can get him there in an hour. I jumped at the offer, as you know." Chris said indignantly. "I'm sorry I can't fly ya down their and all." Chris said as they neared the plane.
"Well then how am I going to get down there." Indiana asked Chris who wasn't paying any attention.
"A couple of my new workers will do it okay, they can get ya down there and back." Chris said as he threw some maps and diagrams into a small metal box, followed by a wrench and other tools.
"Whoa, who is it! I want someone that you would trust." Indiana said jerking Chris to attention. "I don't want someone that will leave me to die."
"Pal I'd trust these two with my life, they would never turn on you because you are my friend okay." Chris said as he looked around. "Well speak of the devil."
"And the devil appears" A tall slender woman, mid-twenties, said as she walked towards Chris and Indiana. "You must be Professor Indiana Jones. Nice to finally meet you. You're exactly as I would expect you" She laughed looking at his rugged outlook with the normal beat up shirt and pants with the leather jacket and fedora. She was wearing tight khakis, and a tight pleated tan blouse. A red scarf was wrapped around her neck; her dark brown hair was pulled into a ponytail. The man who was following her was tall and dark, his hair was sandy blonde and combed back, he looked about in his late twenties; he also had a gun hanging from his side.
"Hey glad to meet cha Dr. Jones," He said with a strong voice as he stuck his hand out. It was greasy from plane oil; Indiana stuck his hand out and embraced in a friendly handshake.
"Well it seems you guys now know this is Indiana I've told you about." Chris said giving a faint laughter.
"From the stories you've told I would recognize him anywhere." The girl said politely.
"Well since you know him now. Indiana this lovely young lady is Meagan Abell." Chris said introducing the two.
"Nice to meet you Meagan." Indiana said. At that moment their eyes embraced, they seemed to twinkle. Indiana smiled.
"And this Dr. Jones is Goodsport. He is an excellent pilot." Chris smiled then added "Almost as good as me."
"I hear about a lot of your adventures." Goodsport said as he shook Indy's hand again.
"Well maybe this time you'll get to live one of my adventures" Indiana said smiling.
"Hopefully. I will look forward to it." Goodsport said.
"Okay I would like to tell you something the plane that you will fly is in another area. You have heard I'm flying that rich man off to California. So I had to fly the plane you will be in to my small field, because I need this space to take off in the larger plane. There is a long dirt road I parked it on and it's a four-hour drive. I know Goodsport has an apartment there, and Meagan has a small house out there, but Indiana where will you stay. You won't be leaving until tomorrow morning." Chris said as he walked towards his office.
"He can stay with me. If that's okay with you Dr. Jones?" Meagan said.
"That's fine with me." Indiana said, walking inside the office.
"Good. You will sleep on the couch. Okay." Meagan said sitting in one of broken leather chairs.
"Okay now that that's settled why don't we get ready to get you out of here Dr. Jones. You and Goodsport will go get things packed." Chris said then added. "Oh, I will need to leave now see you later Dr. Jones."
"Ok lets go" Goodsport said heading out the door.
"I'll have the car ready Dr. Jones when you're through put your gear in the trunk then come get me I'll be in the coffee room." Meagan said and walked off.
Indiana stared as Meagan walked away watching her shifting hips sway with each step.
"You like her," Goodsport smiled.
"Yeah" Indy whispered.
Goodsport whispered back, "You're not the first." He smiled. "In the Navy many of the other pilots liked her too. She couldn't go a day without receiving a dozen roses."
"Are you and herů" Indiana asked?
"Nah we worked together so long it wouldn't seem right, for us to marry. It'd be like marrying my sister." Goodsport said and continued to pack.
"She is beautiful though," Indiana said.
"Hmmm, very pretty indeed." Goodsport said. He slung a backpack over his shoulder.
"Hey wait, I suppose you know the origin of your name. Godspeed to wish someone a prosperous journey, why even Goodsport means to wish a prosperous journey," Indiana said as he walked beside Goodsport to his car.
"Thanks." Goodsport said, then he put his belongings in the trunk and walked with Indiana to Meagans car to help him with his baggage.
"Hey now that it's all finished packing where is the coffee room?" Indiana said.
"Over there" He pointed straight to a dimly lit room covered by the shadows. Indiana walked toward the room.
He found Meagan sitting with her legs crossed sipping her coffee, through the dim light he could see red highlights, and he long tanned legs. He smiled at her, she had been turned away from him and did not hear him come in.
"I think we are ready now" Indiana said watching her pull herself from the seat.
"Okay" She pulled the car keys from her shirt pocket.
She clutched the keys in her hand then she laid the styrofoam coffee cup on top of the machine, she walked out of the room and to her car. Again Indy followed.
She opened the car door and Indy slid into the passenger seat giving his occasional lop sided smill. She pulled out of the garage and onto the road
The car swerved down the road, the dust blew from the wheels. Curving around bends easily and quickly, they drove for a very long time. Although Indy didn't mind a bit of it.
* * * * *
Meagan Able's countryside house - 12:00 PM
"Are you sure you wouldn't like something to eat, I do cook?" Meagan smiled and walked off. She hoped he didn't because all she knew how to make were sandwiches.
"I'm not a bit hungry. All I want to do is sleep, we have a long week ahead." Indiana said laying his head on the couch, admiring her beuty, his eyes then scanned the room, the house wasn't decorated with different little items, unlike most houses. Instead it had a few business papers, checks, a few pencils and pens laying on different things, the place had a tiny radio near the couch, there was only one chair which looked to be very old, the couch also looked to be very old. Meagans kitchen was also ver small with very few items in it.
"Oh well, I suppose Goodsport told you I was, umm very popular in the army." Indiana nodded "Well I just want to tell you I'm a good girl and don't get wrapped up in bad things. I don't want you having a bad idea. Well I'm off to bed," Meagan said walking up the stairs.
Indiana for some reason liked this girl. She was different. He then tipped his hat down over his eyes and drifted to sleep, not at all looking forward to what would happen. The museum wouldn't even get the piece, whatever it is. Just like they didn't get the ark, the government will use it for some sort of biological testing.
* * * * *
Indiana jumped awake when he heard a rumbling at the door. He thought for a moment he then walked behind the kitchen counter thinking what to do. The doorknob shook and took a quick jab, the door flew open, revealing two men dressed entirely in black, the man on the left had a moustache, and clutched a Tommy Gun. He showed it around the room pointing, searching for his prey. The second man was clean-shaven and an evil smirk lay across his lips. He carried a small pistol and began searching the room. The other man followed. The man threw papers and desk drawers out onto the floor, the table ends were turned over, he whispered in German to the other man.
The other man laughed silently, and continued with his search. They were looking for anything to find that would give them something to report back on. He turned, he also needed to find Indiana Jones, he couldn't allow him to live the rest of the night.
* * * * *
Meagan jumped up in her bed. She grabbed her gown and pulled it on, she peered out the hall and saw the tip of a Tommy Gun. She recognized it easily in the darkness, in her previous line of work she had seen them many times, she also had her eyes trained to see in the dark, well not exactly but after several night missions her eyes easily adjusted to the darkness. She hopped back to her room, and searched frantically for her gun. She hoped Indy was alright
* * * * *
Apartment #567 - Goodsport's place of residence
The German man tucked the gun inside his overcoat, and slammed himself into the door crashing inside Goodsports apartment.
Luckily Goodsport had heard him walking up the steps. Goodsport was very clever in which he had carefully taken an old trenchcoat. Then took some glass cups and crumbled them inside the coat then poured them over the front of his door, which allowed whenever anyone came near he could hear them breaking the glass. He did this beacuase he figured that the mission he was becoming involved in would be dangerous. And considering no one ever came here late that night he was ready, once the man in the overcoat stepped in he pulled his gun out only to have it knocked from him by Goodsport.
The man leaped forward onto Goodsport they sprawled through the floor and finally Goodsport was able to gain control. Only the man pulled out a knife, but just as quickly Goodsport had jerked it from his hand, although he did it carelessly and he accidentally cut a deep scar onto his forehead, for only a half second he blacked out, then immediately came back to full strength. He wrapped his strong hands around his neck he searched for the area he was looking for, probing for the correct spot, he found an area of skin, it was something he learned from the Navy he jabbed, that paralyzed the poor man, he lay there gasping for breath.
Goodsport bent over, he reached into his overcoat and grabbed his wallet. He was a Nazi, more than likely he was a spy.
The man was turning pale his hand grew bony and white. His cheeks sucked in, his whole body shriveled up, then in one second he died a painful death. Goodsport looked at the body then frowned. "I better get rid of this before it starts to stink." He looked around the room there wasn't anything he could put it in. After looking around he just picked up the body, replaced the wallet then pushed him out his window and into the dumpster. The crumpled body lay in the garbage it would only be a few minutes before flies gathered around it.
* * * * *
Indiana grabbed a glass jar and threw it at the man with the Tommy Gun's head. He was knocked to the floor and the gun slid across the room. The other man turned around and sprayed gunfire at Indy, only Indy wasn't to be found he had already hidden behind the kitchen counter. Jones looked for the perfect time. This was it, the perfect timing; the man had turned around and began going back to his work. He lunged across the counter knocking the man with the smirk to the ground he wrestled the gun out of his hand. At that time the one with the mustache had gotten up, he pulled Jones off the man and threw him on a small wooden table. The table broke to pieces under Indiana's weight. After he had fallen the man with the mustache had leapt his body on Jones and was choking him. Indiana kept reaching for something, anything he could get his hands on, he found it, a small piece of the broken table, and he grabbed it and drove it right through his brain he cocked his head backward and his head turned pale purple. His body was frozen.
The man with the smirk had gotten up and grabbed his gun, he said slyly "Herr Jones I can't allow you to finish." He pointed his gun at Indy and signaled him to put his hands up.
"I'm sorry but I have to," Indy did as he was told and put his hands above his head.
At that time Indiana saw the man start to pull the trigger. He then heard gunshot fire; he motioned as if it had been him being shot. He looked up he saw the man crumple over and pass to the floor, the blood had splatted across his jacket. He looked forward and saw Meagan standing there with the pistol aimed. The blood poured out of his mouth, his arms were flung in front of him, and the man quickly turned pale white, then purple.
Indiana gave a smirk cocked his head to the left then let out a sigh of relief.
"I thought you may have needed some help," she said smiling. "I think we should try to get a bit more sleep we have a long next week." She dropped the gun on the table and began climbing the stairs.
"Uh this may not be important right now but what should we do with the body," Indiana shouted up the stairs.
She laughed "Leave it I'll clean it up and throw it away tomorrow, how the heck should I know."
"Funny, very funny. Really should I just drag it out to the road." Indiana shouted as he walked back.
"Yeah go ahead. By tomorrow the flies should eat what's left of them." Meagan shouted.
Indiana opened the door and began dragging the heavy corpses out into the street, he lay the body along side the rode. He cringed from the smell and decay that had accumulated over that time. He walked back inside, and laid himself back on the couch, tipped his fedora over his head and drifted back to sleep.
Kent, we are anxiously awaiting your Chapter 7! :)
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