a second natural cavern, even bigger than the first, has been worked over by the germans into a rectangular, three- story high supply center around a huge, open, center court. uniformed nazi soldiers are everywhere, wrangling supplies and ammunition, monitoring electronic equipment. at the far end of the court, a second train tunnel disappears into the rock.
shliemann, the tall captain, indy and the two nazis holding him emerge from the tabernacle. shliemann points to a nearby wall and the group starts that way with shliemann and the tall captain slightly ahead.
chaos. shliemann and the tall captain have been temporarily blinded by the light from the tabernacle. indy makes short work of his two escorts. he bashes their heads together. when only one goes down at this, indy uses the handle of his bullwhip, which has appeared instantly in his hand, to put the second one down.
two huge stacks of goods are ablaze and the nazis are having trouble getting water to them. the nazis main concern at this point is an enormous, neat stack of wooden cartridge boxes which are piled down the wall from one of the already blazing, and now teetering, stacks of general goods. nervous nazis are moving the heavy cartridge boxes as fast as they can, but it's slow work and the threatening fire is close.
the officers are directing the placement of every moveable item in front of the oil drums. desks, crates, chairs, food, all are heaped in front of the fuel. all the workers cast frequent nervous glances back at the burning cartridge boxes across the court. suddenly the worst begins to happen at the cartridge boxes. hundreds of thousands of live cartridges begin exploding, flying around the court like shrapnel. hot lead begins to zing off the exposed fuel drums, leaving big dents.
fire. everywhere. no sign of life. a large gaping doorway, flames ringing it, blazing into the room beyond. hanging by one hinge there, its metal blasted and jagged, is a heavy door with the signed lettering, in german, "danger - munitions".