hi everyone here is the surprise! When I first wrote the first Nightmare story I hadn't a clue that it would ballon into a story series so I decided to do a back story to explain how Tintin got into the situation in the first place. This story goes back to before Nightmare I - Apprehesion and hopefully won't be to long either as I don't like to I've been working on this for a while now and I don't like to leave people hanging on and I also hope that people will like it.
The Skies above the unsedimental city of Schzod crippled over statues and biuldings alike coating the entire city in the heavenly life giving liquid known as water in the form of rain. Rain lined the streets and soaked the pavement beyond all expectations.
A man stood at the edge of a street corner underneath the confindes of a large black umberella. The angle of the umberella obsured his face so no one could inquire to the identity of the older man. A large black sedan pulled up against the pavement, bumping the pavement slightly in the process. A smile glinted from the man as he placed his umberella down and stepped into the car. Closing the door he met another criminally minded person with whom he was really well aquainted with.
"Nice to see you again... Rastapopulus" The man stated, getting comfy in the car as it pulled away from the side of the pavement.
"I could say the same thing Colonel Sponz"
Rastapopulus removed his hat and placed it upon his knee balancing it precariously.
"So... What's this then?" Sponz asked.
"Just a simple business transaction and agreement"
Reaching down to the side of the seat he brought out a small briefcase and placed it down upon Sponz's lap. Sponz stared at him but curiosity got the better of him. Inside lay thick notes in Bordurian currency that had been ruthlessly cleaned and checked to see if they would classify as actual notes despite being counterfeit.
"Is that all of it?"
"Every penny"
"Well done, at least I can rely on someone. When's the drop?"
"10pm, Docklands, Warehouse 13"
"Excellent, what about the other problem?"
"What other problem?" Rastapopulus inquired.
"That pesky jouralist, Tintin" Colonel Sponz exclaimed
"Oh...That problem"
"News is he's in Borduria following the story about the drugs raid. Pavel says he's getting heavily involved in the investigation. I want him gone!"
"I've got something planned for him. I've deliberately leaking something that I knwo he won't be able to resist looking into further. I have a mole in the police so it shouldn't be long untill it gets through.
"Are you diposing of the little runt?!" I'm not having him impede our business arrangement"
"Not straight away. I've got something else planned for that meddler".
"If you don't mind me asking, What exactly do you have planned for Tintin?"
"It depends, would you be willing to participate in dragging that meddler six foot under, where he belongs?" Rastapopulus growled.
"Like you need to ask" Sponz smilied, his monocle glinted in the tiniest amount of light that was entering the darkness of the car.
"Count me in" Sponz said replying to Rastapopulus' enquiry.
At that moment Rastapopulus felt extremely pleased with himself. Not only was he recieving a new shipment, he was going to be punishing a young runt who had irritrated him for years.
"Allan go straight to my next redezvous" Rastapopulus said loundly to Allan who was driving the vechile.
"Yes boss" Allan replied nervously, turning the car on the next corner. For the first time in years Allan was unsure about the recent gang activities but for the moment there was absolutly nothing that he could do espically if he walked out and betrayed them now.
first chapter! finally done and I really hope that people like it and I adore reviews! so please if you like please please review and no insults please.