"You've been under interrogation," Mac muttered, hunching inside his trench coat as the city of Berlin trembled under the torrential downpour of Allied airpower. The two men huddled in an alleyway, next to a small barely surviving fire hidden inside a barrel.
"Does it show?" Indiana Jones muttered, sarcastically.
"Are you operational?"
Indy felt the blood dripping down his face, and soaking through his fedora. "Mac - you know I'm ready for anything." He twisted the wedding band on his hand, missing Marion, and his daughter Annie, grateful they were safe.
"Good," Mac bypassed the archaeologist' sarcasm. "How much do they know?"
"The Nazis? Not much... I hope. I don't remember anything." Indy's leg's folded under him and he collapsed. Mac caught him before he fell into the fire burning inside the barrel.
It was the end of the war. Nazi Berlin was a living hell of tangled concrete blocks, patrols and terror. Allied air raids were constant. The spies were navigating a city of living bombs and the Russians were rumored to be on their way.
There was silence. Then...
RRRRR! RRRR! A high pitched siren pierced the air. Air Raid!!!!
Indy snarled, punching at Mac half out of his mind. "GET AWAY NAZI!"
Mac pulled his spy up. "Indy! Get a grip! Tell me what happened!"
Planes drowned out Indy's voice.
"WHAT?"
"I don't remember anything! They wanted to know about what we found in China. What we prevented them from capturing. The Sidenstrasse scroll. They kept asking me about that."
A bomb fell nearby. What had been a building exploded into flames and concrete with an animalistic howl. The ground shook, throwing Indy and Mac again.
"Indy! What happened to the scroll?"
It was raining bombs. Days earlier Hitler had gone into hiding, or so there rumors claimed. Mac grabbed Indy and herded the archaeologist along asking questions.
"I DON'T REMEMBER!" Indy yelled.
Mac insisted, grabbing him by the collar of his leather jacket, covered in concrete dust. "Indy - where did you put the scroll?!?"
A bomb fell.
"... For Winslow!"
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanfictionIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...