Indiana Jones and the Gold of King Midas - part 8

Posted by Natali Lekka from athe530-f107.otenet.gr on May 01, 2001 at 07:49:25:

The cave was dark and cold. There was water running from the ceiling’s crevices. “Some kind of river must flow over us,” said Indy quietly. Back in the forest the temperature was warm and unbearably wet. Now, we could hear the wind whistling against the humid walls.
Indy took a small flashlight out of his pocket and we carried on walking along a dark corridor. The water had reached the level of our ankles and I felt my legs soaked to the bone. We reached the end of the passage only to find ourselves trapped. There was a large door made of stone that blocked our way to the other rooms. “Something tells me that what we are looking for is right behind this door,” I said in excitement. We started pushing hard against the wall. “It’s moving, it’s moving,” I said and right then the door fell down and we sprawled on the ground in a room full of Nazis. “Ah damn!” said Indy.

Melville: Well Dr. Jones, you and your annoying student always pop up at the right time. We were about to make ourselves rich but we can always do with some extra help.

Randy: Melville!

Melville: You stay out of this kid. This is between your professor and me. What did I tell you Dr. Jones? The gold is mine.

Indy: You still have to look for it.

Melville: And this is where you are going to help before my patience runs low.

They tied us up together and took us to the next room. It looked like the inside of a destroyed palace. There were more crevices that let water stream down, frozen stalactites and stalagmites but in the background there was something that looked like an old throne made of bronze.

Melville: Now which one of you will tell me what you know?

Indy: If you are such a great archaeologist how come you need me to tell you what to do next?

Melville: I am running out of patience, Dr. Jones.

None of us talked but I must admit that I had never felt so scared in my life.
Melville took a gun in his hands and threatened to shoot us.

Randy: Ok, ok, there’s a golden hand somewhere, I… I don’t know where, we found it in the letter, in the book, and…

Indy: Randy! Do you know what you just did?

Randy: I had no idea… I am sorry.

Melville: It’s all the same to us Indiana. Our men are already looking for it right now.

They left the room and let us alone tied up back to back. I felt so bad about myself.
A few minutes had gone by when Indy moved around like crazy. “You are hurting me,” I said, “what’s the matter with you?”
“I’ve got it! Do you see that brassbound throne in the background? What does it remind you of? It was an old, half-destroyed throne with three brassbound protrusions on the top at the back. “If only we could get closer to it,” I said. We found a stalagmite and rubbed our ropes against it. The throne was huge. We examined this hand-like seat when I noticed a much smaller hand on the inside of the left arm. It looked like a small button in that shape. Indy pressed it. A terrible noise like an underground door opening was heard. The noise was deafening. We didn’t get the chance to see what was inside the door. We were immediately surrounded by Nazis.
(to be continued...)

Special thanks to John Lekkas

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