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Tintin: Uh...what's a fan-fiction? -_-
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Tintin: Hmm. I guess I am. :I
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Tintin: A what? What the heck's a disclaimer? O_o
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Tintin: Okay... :I
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Tintin and the Order of Hades
Prologue
October 11, 1940
"You see him? That's the guy!" a man hissed to his companion. They were watching the passengers of Flight - 1813 to Greece come off the plane.
"Where? Which person is it?" the other whispered back. The first man sighed in exasperation.
"Poutanas yie! Weren't you paying attention at all? Abaddon specifically told us to capture him! Or can't you remember?" He pointed out the window at a short man, probably in his early twenties, with a funny tuft of hair. He had a small white dog following him closely.
"Oh. Well…I…just wasn't looking at the right guy, is all! Calm down." He sounded calm, but under his breath he muttered, "Erra eh korakas!"
The first man snorted and said, "Oh, well. We should go meet our friend, shall we?" The second one nodded and they lumbered off.
"Nice country, eh, Snowy?" Tintin said cheerfully. He'd been sent by Le Petit Vingtieme to write a story on the increasing pressure of Italian troops on the Greek border. He was to get a statement from Ioannis Metaxas, the dictator of Greece, himself. Snowy barked in agreement. The two boarded a bus to take them into Athens. Little did they know, the eyes of the enemy were already upon them…
"Apó ton kerav̱nó tou Día! You imbeciles!" a man roared. He was yelling at the two thugs sent to capture Tintin at the airport. "Why would you let him get away?"
"H-he got on a bus with a crowd, a-and it would've been unwise t-t-to challenge him…" the first man stuttered with fear.
The second man nodded eagerly and said, "Y-yes! We figured if we let him enjoy his freedom a bit, then w-we-!" His statement was cut off with a bang. The leader pulled out his gun and shot his henchman in the chest. The man crumpled to the floor. His companion almost jumped 5-feet in the air.
"Now!" the leader pointed his gun at the other man and said menacingly, "You will bring me Tintin! You understand?"
"Y-yes, s-s-sir!"
"If you fail, you will suffer a thousand life-times in Tatarus!"
"Y-yes, master Abaddon! A-anything you wish!" The man bowed quickly and ran out of the room, shouting in rapid Greek.
Abaddon chuckled cruelly, "Now, Tintin, my friend…you will regret coming to Greece, poking your nose where it doesn't belong!"