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    The room went dark.
    Indy tipped backward, and as the chair went over with him the back of the helmet caught Sokai in the chest. It knocked the air out of his lungs, and Sokai fell to the floor, gasping.
    Indy's right ear was ringing painfully and he could feel blood trickling down his neck, but he forced himself to keep moving. He untangled his arms from the chair back, got to his knees, and drove his chin to his chest while shaking his head. The pin slipped out of the clasp and the helmet fell to the floor with a bang.
    The soldiers called for their master in the darkness.
    Sokai was still struggling to draw a breath, but his hands were outstretched, searching.
    Indy got to his feet. He backed against the wall, so that he could search with his still-bound hands, and felt frantically for the door.
    Sokai clutched Indy's leg in the darkness.
    Indy tried to kick him away, but couldn't. Then, in the struggle, the cord binding his hands snapped, and he punched blindly toward where he thought Sokai's face would be. He was rewarded with the smack of knuckles meeting flesh.
    Sokai, however, did not stop. He caught one of Indy's jabs in his hands, turned the wrist, expertly locked the elbow, and drove him to the floor. With his face jammed against the floor and Sokai on top of him, Indy could not reach far enough with his right hand to defend himself. Then his groping right hand found a piece of broken chair leg.
    Indy swung the wood, haymaker style, and the extension was just enough to connect with his opponent's chin. Sokai's head snapped backward, he released his grip on Indy, and he swayed for a moment before he fell forward—into the open front half of the nutcracker lying on the floor.
    Indy could not see what was happening, but he was shocked at the sound it made, a wet hollow sound like that made by driving an ice pick into a watermelon.
    Lieutenant Musashi also knew the sound.
    "I am blinded," Sokai said matter-of-factly, as if it were someone else's eyeball that had been impaled on a rusty metal spike.
    Musashi's alarm for her master turned instantly to a thirst for revenge.
    "Stop!" she commanded, and the barrel of her semiautomatic pistol sought Indy in the darkness, wavering this way and that.
    A second before the shot rang out, Indy instinctively felt that a gun was being aimed his way, and he flattened himself against the floor. The report was deafening in the small room, and the orange muzzle flash froze their positions as if a photograph were being taken—Sokai on the floor with the mask attached to his face like a living thing, Miyamoto in a fighting crouch but unsure of which way to go, and the lieutenant with a 1914 Mauser pistol held in front of her with both hands. The round pockmarked the wall behind Indy, then the room went briefly back to darkness.
    Lieutenant Musashi squeezed off two more rounds, the sparks belching from the muzzle of her Mauser. The second shot missed, but her third found its mark. The slug hit Indy in the left shoulder, driving him through the wooden door and out into the corridor outside. A searing pain went from his collarbone down to the tips of his fingers.
    Indy scrambled to his feet, shaking off pieces of the broken door, and stumbled down the hall. There was a barred window at the end of the corridor, and a trio of guards in front of it. The guards scattered when they saw Musashi step out of the doorway and level the automatic handgun their way.
    She aimed carefully at the center of Indy's back and pulled the trigger. The trigger, however, was stuck; the gun had misfired, with a casing jamming the chamber.
    Indy put his right arm over his face and plunged into the window. The bars gave way in a shower of old mortar and broken glass,
    Musashi cursed fluently in English and threw the worthless foreign gun down in disgust. She barked orders at the prison guards to form a squad and go after the American. Then she screamed for them to bring back the first doctor they could