And bam! Cue the Indy theme and Indy smashing through the window. Turns out he's looking for a statue for some dude.
Though Indy isn't off to the best start.
Four floors, a trapdoor, a statue, a bookcase and four black cats later we make it to the boiler room in the basement. The statue has been cunningly stored in third locker. Its definitely a phony though.
And heres the guy who looking for it, Mr Smith. His names sounds shady but if you can't trust a blond haired blue eyed guy with a German accent in the 1930s than who can
Mr Smith has a key that fits into base of the statue. And looky what was hidden in there.
I still say its phony though.
Well actually Indy would
mind. And he must be a Nazi. And when you see a Nazi theres only one thing to be done.
Surprise buttsecks. Or a beating. One of the two, the shot makes it hard to tell. While Mr Smith is checking for the getaway car Indy dives over the desk to give it to him.
While he's a thieving bastard, the Nazi isn't stupid and makes a run for it. But just like Chubbs in Happy Gilmore, he may have taken my statue....
Yeah. Thats right, took the coat right off his back. And it has all kinds of goodies in there.
Really Marcus? You didn't sort of clue onto that when he was pointing the gun at us?
Turns out that Mr Smith is in fact Klaus Kerner from Düsseldorf.
Thats in Germany for those of you playing at home.
See not everyone gets paid to bone some girl in Iceland for a couple of years for their first job. But then not everyone is Harrison Ford.
The article mentions some items that turned up in the dig when Indy wasn't getting it on with Sophia Hapgood, the chick on the second page. The statue that Kerner just stole was one of those and is probably on his way to visit Sophia now.
After talking it over with Marcus Indy heading over to New York to check up on Sophia, former archaeologist turned psychic (read: charlatan) before the Nazis can get there.
And to foil any nefarious plots Nazis may have going. Gotta stop 'em all.
Tune in next poast for Nur-Ab-Sal, cleavage, Iceland, pig whipping and a doorman with a chip on his shoulder.