Chapters 1-3 of Indiana Jones and the City of Fire

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Chapter 1

Somewhere on the coast of the Dead Sea - 1940

    The Nazi Scout was scanning the large mass of water. He walked from the open jeep.

    "Don't forget vhat ve are looking for!" The officer in charge called off.

    The scout simply nodded faintly.

* * * * *

    After having walked for a while, the scout saw a large enclosure several yards up. It was starting to rain, so he went up for shelter. He shuddered as he saw a grayish crystal looking pile that was approximately five feet tall.

    "No." He said to himself. "Don't let your hallucinations get the best of you."

    The scout got a nice way back, and then sat down, shuffling through his backpack for a blanket.

    He couldn't help but stare for a moment. Could it be? Nah. Or could it? He crawled carefully to it. Slowly. VEERRYY slowly. The cold rain didn't help his goose-bumped skin. He stood up carefully. He couldn't help but notice how much it looked like the figure of a woman. He walked around. Oh. The sight. The flat formation, the wide ovals, the large cavity near the bottom, the point in the middle. A woman's face, filled with terror. His finger neared. "No, I......have to." The finger nearly touched. Less than a single millimeter away. He touched. It seemed so hard for a pile of salt. His finger dragged up, all the way to the--skeletal teeth! The gray pile turned white and black, shredded clothes hanging from the skeleton! Feet turned from sand to moving bone! "No! NOOOO!! AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

    The skeleton bent over in the same position until it touched him!

    "NNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

    SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

* * * * *

    "Did you here that?"

    The leader didn't need an answer, a click of seat belts. He jammed his foot down on the gas. Sand spewed back. The jeep rushed forward at its maximum speed. It neared the salt pile and bumped to a halt. The officers pulled their guns and leaped out of the car. An echo still hung in the air. The figure was still in the same position at the same exact spot. A crumbling pile of salt, though, was somehow hovering in a wave of salt above the sea. When the whole thing met far out above the sea, it suddenly lunged downward. The sea splashed in a humungous wave. The leader turned and banged the gun against the salt pile. It, only the gun, even quivered. The skeleton leaped at the Nazis, crumbling them and sending them to their home of evil, in a city beneath the sea.

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Chapter 2

New York- 1939

    Indy was waiting in the classroom. "What's taking him so long?" He thought. Marcus Brody was to meet Indy. Not for particular event, but for tradition mainly, and Indy wanted to be sure that Marcus was still up and running. Speaking of running...

    "INDY!!"

    Marcus nearly had to skid with his arms in the air to keep balance.

    "Marcus what is it?" Indy stood up.

    Marcus was gasping for breath.

    "Genesis 19:26."

    "Huh?"

    "Genesis 19:26! Turn to it."

    Indy pulled out The Bible, and turned to Genesis 19:26.

    "But Lot's Wife looked back, and she was turned into a pillar of salt. So?"

    Marcus only smiled. "Marcus? Is it--?"

    Marcus nodded. "Any government officials this time?"

    "Um, unfortunately, yes."

* * * * *

    There was a Teacher's Lounge which Indy was given permission to stay in. One man was strong and had a crew cut. The other was wiry with blond hair. Both had suits on.

    "Dr. Jones--,"

    "Don't tell me, the Nazis are searching for Soddom and Gommorah and they've found the general location of it and you want me to beat them."

    "Uh, generally speaking yes." The wiry man said.

    "There IS more to it than that."

    "I'm listening."

    "Well," Wires began, "last week, a Nazi scout group explored the coast of the Black Sea."

    "Possible location of the cities." Marcus noted.

    "Later in the night, Nazis sent a transmission to the group, and there was no answer. Dr. Jones, Hitler wants this city found, and badly. I'm sure a man like him will have put 2 and 2 together and figured out that something mystical--"

    Indy let out a, "Ahem." and shifted in his seat.

    "Something supernatural must have happened, either that or the Loch Ness monster travels around the world."

    Indy waited a moment.

    "Dr. Jones do you realize what we're dealing with?"

    "Of course I do."

    "Then you know the importance of it."

    "Yes."

    "Then you'll accept."

    "Yes. When do I start?"

    "I start right now Dr. Jones."

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Chapter 3

New York- 1939

    Indy and Marcus were talking about the quest over dinner in Indy's apartment about the quest with Indy's dad.

    "Son, are you SURE that you want to go on this trip? I mean, you can't deny that you've been through many traumatic experiences in your archeology career."

    "Dad, like you said, they were experiences. I haven't been just finding out about them. I've done this many times before."

    "Indiana, I don't want to really lose you this time, boy." Henry stated.

    "Dad, I'll be okay."

    "Are you sure of that Indy?" Marcus asked.

    "Marcus, am I ever really sure."

    "Well, Sallah says you 'make this up as you go,' so, I guess that's a no."

* * * * *

    Marcus walked out nervously. I hope they're not trailing me again. He thought. A hand grabbed him. The two figures were mere silhouettes against the street light in the darkness.

    "We've been watching you." One said in a thick German accent. Well, so much for that thought. "You've been good so far, but one move against us and--" With that the one holding him shoved a large machine gun at Marcus' neck.

    "You get it?" the fat one said.

    Marcus quickly nodded his head. And at that, they disappeared into the neighborhood.

* * * * *

    "I hope Marcus is alright."

* * * * *

    The Nazi walked through the base to the main gate. Machine sounds cluttered the already crowded tunnels of his head, and he wanted to order them all shut down. But he couldn't. There was a mission to fulfill. He was in high rank, and all saluted at his footsteps. He reached the gate. It opened and--Indy would be shocked at who it was.

    A fat man with a short mustache and a tall, strong man. The 'government officials.'

    "Is Brody keeping quiet?" The high-ranked Nazi questioned.

    "Very, sir." The fat man replied.

    "Good, come in. We must talk."

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Ben, friend of Indy, we are anxiously awaiting your Chapter 4! :)

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