Chapter 1 of Indiana Jones and Hitler's Stronghold

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Chapter 1

1939 - A freight ship off the German coast

    A slick black-coated man ran down the dark, foggy hallway. Another man who treaded much more lightly, as not to be heard, followed him. The figure in front ran up a small flight of stairs, then flung open a huge cast iron door. The man behind was becoming faster. A bolt of lightning lit up the first man. He was of tall stature, he wore an old German colonel's cap topped with a rather large eagle.

    He turned around just to see a fist land on his face with a tremendous thump he fell to the ground out cold. The man who threw the punch ran up the stairs and outside onto the deck. He smelled the burning of cigar smoke, and heard the shouts of guards.

    Then came another bolt of lightning that hit the water close by. A huge spray of gleaming, white water came over the dark deck of the ship and under the figure's foot, he slipped and rolled down the deck into the light. He lay stretched out on the deck. On his head he wore a brown fedora hat, on his chest he had a brown leather jacket covering a pale brown shirt. On his legs he wore gray surge trousers. It was Indiana Jones.

    Indy quickly got up and ran over to an inflatable life raft. He started unwrapping it, gnawing it with his teeth and pulling it with white knuckles. He took a moment to rest, he looked up into the sky and saw a great bolt of thunder gathering just above the boat. He went back down to his dinghy. He had a sudden burst of energy and... finally tore off the rope bindings. He quickly pulled the inflator chord. Then ran over to the side of the boat and jumped down.

    A huge figure ran up to the side. Indy eyed him down - his head was completely bald except for a few strands that where carefully combed back to give the illusion of power. He also had on a general's uniform. Indy was happy to be away from him when he looked at his arm. One was in tact but the other was not there. And instead of an arm was a long heavy machine gun that came to a small point. Indy froze, until the German aimed his machinegun arm at him. Then he started to paddle.

    He heard a shot hit rubber then he heard a lot of hissing noises. He span around and found him self face to face with the ugliest, most repulsive, German agent he had ever laid eyes on. The Frankenstien's monster of all Frankenstien's monsters… the Phantom of all the Operas… the leader of all unearthly face tribes. Indy threw himself back and covered his eyes sniveling under his sleeves. The German had fat inflated half-lips, a hideously long and fat nose, dark green eyes, one of the eyes had seemed to have sunken into its socket.

    The German pulled up his gun arm just about to fire when he heard a loud 'CLANG' of metal hitting metal. He turned his repulsive head just to see a large rocket from a bazooka fly into his face. He was blown to thousands of different pieces after being hit with a tank-stopping weapon. The blast knocked Indy out. The small raft was loaded back up onto the boat and then the boat was taken to shore.

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Small British hideout somewhere under Germany

    Indy shot up out of a large bed. He was covered in sweat from head to toe. Implanted in his mind was the image of that Nazi beast.

    There was a knock on the door.

    "C-c-come in," Indy answered

    The door opened and there stood a short squat man of about fifty. He was wearing a large red British Captain's uniform. Indy shielded his eyes from the light. The man stepped inside and switched on the light. He had a perfectly bald head and a brownish, red-gray mustache. The expression on the man's face made Indy recognize him quickly.

    "Captain Blumbert!" Indy exclaimed

    "Ahh Doctor Jones, I see that you are with the living again," Blumbert said in a thick English accent. "One of my men saved you with the help of a bazooka!"

    "Yes... er... who was that monster?" asked Indy

    "Oh you mean that great hulk of a brute who attacked you?"

    "Yes, of course."

    "The Nazi's call him Bruno but all of us here at the 'English' department call him 'The Sopwith Camel'," answered the Captain.

    " What happened to his arm?" asked Indy.

    "Well you see, last year sometime he was flying around in a Sopwith Camel shooting down every British man who went in the sky," Blumbert shook his head and shivered. "One of your troops took him down with a pistol in the motor. He jumped out of the plane, still alive but lacking an arm. His face had been deformed from the crash but some how he made it back to Germany by covering his wound with some kind of 'magical cloth'. Once in Germany, they refitted his arm with a prototype machinegun," he finished.

    "Where did his plane crash?" asked Indy with curiosity

    " Somewhere near South America, I believe."

    "Where is this cloth now?" shot out of Indy's mouth

    "I suppose it is in Hitler's grand fortress where all the other artifacts go."

    Indy looked at Blumbert with an expression of adventure.

    "Oh I suppose we might be able to get there," Blumbert said

    Indy walked over to Blumbert with gleaming eyes.

    "Perhaps this can be my path to Fortune and Glory!"

    Indy walked back to his bed and looked around. "Where's my bullwhip?" he asked Blumbert

    Captain Blumbert beckoned Indy to follow him through the doorway. They walked down twisting and winding passageways. Each soldier stood at attention as they walked past. Finally, he opened a door into a smoky, damp room. Three men sitting around a table shot up out of their seats and faced Blumbert.

    "At ease, men," Blumbert ordered.

    The three sat down and picked up their playing cards from the table. Blumbert opened a cabinet on the far wall, and lying there was his whip and his 45-caliber revolver. Indy picked them up and then moved over to where Blumbert was standing. Blumbert pulled a lever that was extending from the wall. The wall opened to reveal a locked cabinet. Blumbert took out his keys and unlocked the cabinet. Lying there was a small, off-green automatic pistol.

    "This is the only gun we have perfected to penetrate titanium - that is what the bodyguards armor is made of," Blumbert said while walking over to a raised platform of bricks. He beckoned Indy over. Indy walked over to him with the new pistol. Blumbert walked to the front of the lineup and picked up a saucepan from the table of card players. He held it up at the end of the line of bricks.

    "Shoot through the bricks," Blumbert instructed Indy

    With a grin of disbelief Indy lined up the weapon with the bricks. He pulled the trigger and waited. He was blown to the back wall and stumbled. As the bullet made it's way through the bricks they flew up into dust and lay on the ground, disintegrated.

    'CLANG!!!' went the saucepan as a hole appeared in it and sent Blumbert toppling to the wall. A hole then appeared in the wall. Indy heard a long crunching sound and then a small explosion.

    Indy got up and walked over to the wall. He peered into the hole. He could see through the next five rooms and three walkways. In the last walkway on the floor was the mark of a small explosion.

    "That is one powerful gun, captain," he said as he pulled Blumbert to his feet.

    "Yes, quite!" Blumbert said with a grin.

    "It explodes at the end of its coarse just for some extra excitement. But beware, as it only has one round inside," Blumbert warned Indy.

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Gordon, we are anxiously awaiting your Chapter 2! :)

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