The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction

Chapter 89 - Streets of Communist Berlin, 1960

         Firing, crouched in the backseat of a stolen car, Indy heard his gun click on empty. "Marion! How close are we to the border crossing back to Free Berlin?"

"Not close enough for you to stop shooting!" She turned the wheel sideways, slamming into the car beside them.

"Damn," Indy muttered, as his granddaughter peeked out from under his jacket, hiding on the floor. "I mean... darn. Daaarrn it."

Marion laughed at Indy's awkwardness. "There's a machine gun in the trunk." She floored the gas pedal. The tires spun, screeching.

"How am I supposed to get to the trunk?!" Indy sputtered, watching the KBG patrols increase. "Climb out and go around?"

Marion grinned at him in the rearview mirror. Indy knew that expression, and he would do anything to see it more often.

"I saw you do that with a certain truck..." she reminded him.

Bullets shattered the back window.

"Knife, Dad!" Annie called, scrambling up from her sheltered place on the backseat car floor, with a boot knife. "Mom stole Riley's car. The seat folds down -" she climbed up, next to Indy and stabbed the area between the seat and the car's frame. The seat fell down, sliding past them and sheltering the grandchildren.

"Mom!" Tyler cried, trying to sit up and see around the seat back. "Why are you letting them do this?"

A piece of glass hit Tyler across the face. He yelped. Indy went for the boy trying to shield him, but the child turned away and dropped back to the floor as if he'd been punished. "Don't let them do this, Mom!" Tyler begged.

Annie pulled the machine gun from the back. "I'll reload your pistol, Dad. Riley always kept ammo around."

"Do you remember how?" Indy asked.

"I do, Dad." Annie smiled. "You started the process and Mom finished it. I can shoot better than Riley Dawson – he just never knew." Annie reloaded, and fired.

A car exploded behind them, launching into the air. It slammed down on its side, blocking the street.

Indy stared at Annie in shock. "Marion? What did you do while I was gone?"

"Bounty hunting," Marion grinned. "Lots of mafia types had ancient artifacts and art, plus excellent wine. I could always get into their houses and leave with them under arrest."

"Who was taking care of our kids?"

"Your father, Professor Henry Jones."

"You trusted, Dad... with two baby girls??" Indy stammered in shock. "No wonder they spoke Latin, Hebrew and Aramaic before they could read English!"

"Bounty hunting was better than sitting at home knitting socks for the war effort!" Marion retorted. "Plus, I learned some skills. Hang on!" She spun the car in a three- hundred-sixty-degree angle, threw it in reverse – ramming it into another KBG vehicle.

Marion pulled away from the collision. "Indy - your father was the most in demand babysitter in the whole neighborhood!"

Annie fired another shot. A car's tire went out, swerved and hit a street light, blocking half the road.

A motorcycle swerved out of the car's way... a determined brunette leaning low, wearing a fedora and leather jacket.

"EM!" Indy cried.

Marion looked in the rearview mirror as it was shot off. "Looks like we've got more trouble headed this way – and no, Indy – its not just our daughters."