Chapter 3 of Indiana Jones and the Mystery of the Jaguar

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Posted by Goodsport from adsl-216-102-199-185.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net on July 26, 2000 at 01:58:35:


Chapter 3


---by Dawn Lechner


    The first thing Indiana wanted to do as soon as he got out of the hospital was check out the scene of crime. He wanted answers and the only place he could think of starting at was the alley where he had found Brody. By this time he had completely forgotten about his father and the matter by far was last on his list of things to do. Making good time, Indy found his way to the alley just as the first rays of dawn cracked over the peak of the sky-risers. In the morning light it was easier to see the cracks and cranny of the alley.

    Checking around the still open man-hole Indy noticed nothing out of order, moving back towards the brick wall in the back of the alley Indy searched the ground slowly for two reasons.

    He didn't want to miss a single clue, anything that would lead to some answers and his headache was coming back, slowing his reasoning power.

    Finally he found what he was looking for. It was a slip of paper. A corner of a seemingly larger piece of parchment. The end of it was wrinkled and it seemed more then fragile. On one side of it there were short curving lines that seemed to be a part of a puzzle or drawing. On the other side where words. In a language Indy had never before seen.

    After puzzling over his find Indy finished his search only coming up with some buttons and a comb.

    By that time he still couldn't think of what the parchment could be from and he was quite puzzled.

    Exiting the alley, Indy blinked at the sudden brightness of the morning and stood still for a moment adjusting his eyes. When he could see again he was surprised to see a curious looking taxi idling on the other side of the road. The windows were blackened and there was no license plate. As he watched the side doors opened and two men stepped out with gas masks on. For a moment the two looked around, seemingly checking for witnesses.

    Ducking back into the alley Indy waited for a few seconds then crept back to the curb.

    By that time the two goons had exited the car and were now carrying a black bundle into the apartment building across from Indy. As soon as the two were inside the door the cab drove away at an incredible speed.

    Scrunching up his face in a frown Indy tried to make sense of what he had just seen, but he couldn't seem to get his mind to work. Leaning against the wall Indy rubbed his temples and closed his eyes for a moment.

    Suddenly strong hands closed around his throat and he couldn't breath. Indy's hands shot up and back trying to grasp the head of his attacker but whoever it was didn't seem to have a head.

    As black dots swam before his eyes Indy's thoughts floated around his head.

    What was going on?

    Why was this happening to him again?

    He didn't know.

    With a desperate jerk Indy drove his elbow into the assailant with the last of his strength and he was free. Taking in a deep breath Indy cleared his head as he stumbled back against the wall. Glancing at his assailant, now doubled over, Indy was surprised to see a midget, only about half his own height.

    Getting behind the little man Indy started to grab at his arms but no sooner had he grabbed one of his arms Indy found himself being thrown through the air and flat on his back out of breath once again. Then the elf was all over him, kicking at him and punching his body till he couldn't feel anything much less move.

    Indy's last thought though, before the dwarf knocked him out with a final punch, was that Elves were supposed to be nice, weren't they?


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    When Henry Jones Sr. awoke, his first thought was that he was no longer in Kansas. His head hurt like some one had run him over. He wondered why that was and thought back to his most recent memories. He remembered the cab, and then two men had joined him after a while, they hadn't seemed human though. Then that funny smell - and he had felt really tired. He had fallen asleep no one had hit him. So why did his head hurt so much? He didn't quite know…

    Bringing a hand to his forehead he found that his hands were tied together as were his feet upon further inspection. Glancing around he found himself in a tall room, the walls seemed to be made of plywood and the floor he sat on was dirt. He was lying in a hammock tied to the ceiling and several feet above another hammock below him.

    Glancing down at the hammock, Henry made out a familiar form.

    Although his hat and jacket was gone, he could still recognize the rugged features of his son. Despite the tired, bloody mess he seemed to resemble, Indy looked none the worse for wear, although he was fast asleep.

    Settling back into his hammock Henry attempted to make sense of his abduction and the obvious interest in him and his son remaining alive. At that Henry remembered the reason for him coming to New Jersey anyway. He was researching the tie between the Cup of Christ and the chalice the disciples had used to drink from at the first supper.

    Legend had it that the cups had once belonged to King Grindle Halor, ruler of a no-name island in the Pacific. Pirates had stolen the cups and through continuous reclamation the cups had fallen into the hands of a vicious crime lord in the late BC's. Although the name was vaguely familiar, Henry had forgotten it. Instead he concentrated on the tie. The crime lord had buried the cups with his descendants close to his own death and the cups had been unknown of till tomb robbers had stolen them again and sold them in the market place near the inn were the Passover supper took place. After there use in that inn they had remained in Jerusalem. Apparently an Egyptian raid had taken them to the Pharaoh and they had been lost in the sandstorm that buried he famous city.

    Sorting these facts through his mind Henry wondered if his abduction had anything to do with his current hobby or if this was a money related abduction.

    But before he could ponder any further his two captors and a tall thin man in a white suit entered the room.

    Although Henry didn't recognize him, he knew this man was nothing but trouble.
    He was younger then Henry, his face virtually wrinkle-free. His eyes were piercing and his face was anything but handsome.

    Slowly he raised his hand and clicked his heels together. On his hand was an imprint of a circular object with the etching a bird in it holding a round stone.

    "Heil Hitler," he said. "Kutentach, Herr Jones."


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Dawn, we are anxiously awaiting your Chapter 4! :)





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