Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of The Crystal Skull

Nevada, 1957

One day, in the middle of nowhere in Nevada, six vehicles were driving down the road. After an hour, they came up to a gate with military men standing by. They stopped in front of the gate, and three people walked up to the first car.

One of the men looked at the men in the car.

"Sorry gentlemen," the military police officer told them. "This whole area is closed for weapons testing for the next 24 hours. That includes all on-base personnel."

The sound of a car door opening and shutting caught their attention. All three men saluted to the man walking towards them. The man saluted back, and the first man continued to talk.

"I'm afraid that goes for you, too, Colonel, sir," the man said.

The man continued to talk as the Colonel bent down to tie his boot. Behind him was four men with guns, who didn't waste anytime shooting the men that were stopping them from going forward. The gate was raised to let them pass, and the bodies were dragged out of the way. The vehicles continued to drive on as if they were never stopped.

Upon arriving, two men went to the trunk of the car, and dragged out a man in dirty clothing, gasping for breath. Then two more men came to the trunk, one of them tossing out a brown fedora. Multiple men, armed with guns, surrounded the car, aiming for the other man about to come out.

The men dragged the second man out of the trunk, and pushed him to the ground. He got up, and grabbed his hat. A man came out of the car, barking orders in a foreign language.

"Russians."

It was the legendary Indiana Jones.

The first man, that was dragged out, told Indy that their situation wasn't going to be easy to get out of.

"Not as easy as it used to be," Indy told him, with his arms by his side, unlike his friend, Mac.

"We've been through worse," Mac replied to Indy.

"Yeah?" Indy asked. "When?"

"Flensburg," Mac told him. "There was twice as many."

"We were younger then," Indy told.

"I still am young," Mac said, a bit offended.

"We also had guns."

Indy told Mac to put his hands down. Mac put his hands down and made a bet with Indy. Then an army Jeep came up, and Mac put his hands back up, while the Colonel walked up to Indy. He pushed Mac aside, and all attention was on the two men.

"You recognize building, yes?" The Colonel asked Indy, pointing to the building they were standing in front of.

Indy turned and looked at the building. He saw some Russians dragging dead American army officers and turned back to the Russian Colonel.

"Drop dead."

The Colonel backhanded Indy, and the others could hear the sound.

"I'm sorry," Indy sarcastically apologized. "I meant drop dead, comrade."

Two men behind Indy was ordered to hold him still. The Colonel took of his hat, gave it to one of the men and was about to punch Indy, if not for someone ordering him not to. Everyone turned to a woman with short brown hair wearing sunglasses.

The woman walked toward the Colonel.

"Where was he found?" She asked.

"In Mexico," the Colonel answered. "They were digging in the dirt, looking for this."

The man grabbed a bag out of the trunk, and dumped the contents on the ground. She walked over to Indy, not caring about the artifact that was found. The two men let go of Indy.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Indy asked her.

"And where is it you would imagine I'm from, Dr. Jones?" She asked him.

"Considering the way you're sinking your teeth into those wubble-u's," Indy began. "I think you're from Eastern Ukraine."

"Colonel Dr. Irina Spalko," she introduced herself, nodding.

She stuck out her hand to shake Indy's, but he just gave a short laugh.

"I've received Order of Lenin three times," she said, not bothered by Indy. "Also a medal as Hero of Socialist Labor. Why is that? Because I know things, before anyone else. What I do not know, I find out. What I need to know now, is in here."

Dr. Spalko tipped Indy's hat backwards, and tapped the center of his forehead. She held her hand in front of his face and closed her eyes. Indy chuckled, and she opened her eyes.

"You're a hard man to read, Dr. Jones," Dr. Spalko spoke, slapping his cheek a few times. "We will do this, what is expression? Old-fashioned way, you will tell us. You will help us find what we seek."

She walked away from Indy, and stared at the doors of the building. A box that controls the lock of the doors was damaged, by her orders, and the doors opened.