Ok I didn't actually expect to be writing a new story so soon but I'm always thinking and I got to thinking today at work what if Tintin was framed for something? What would happen? How can I turn this into a good story? Things like that and so I present to you a new Tintin story I hope it will meet all your expectations.
(Quick note the updates may come slower for this one as I have numerous other things to be doing )
Prologue
As evening drew in and the shadows grew longer the museum shut its doors for the day, Business hadn't exactly been booming but a steady trickle of patrons had kept the staff busy. Now only the night guard remained as usual he locked the big double doors after ushering the last visitor out before setting off on his rounds. Most people made the assumption that being a night guard was deadly boring and they were indeed correct, but Dexter thrived on boredom and enjoyed simply being alone with nothing to do but sit and perhaps read a book. He passed the dinosaur exhibit and he fancied he could almost hear the animals, but of course that was silly. Dino's had been extinct for millions of years and no sound could possibly escape these old fossils.
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As Dexter continued onwards he didn't see a shift in the shadows of the dinosaur room. If he had the guard might have simply put it down to his imagination and the subtle lighting that sneaked into the room from the hallway.
He would have been wrong.
A lithe figure detached itself from the wall and slunk along a row of sea fossils until he reached the doorway. Pausing for a moment he stuck a small mirror out into the hall. The image showed the guard just rounding the corner, while a sign on the wall indicated with a large arrow that the corridor led towards the Treasure of Egypt exhibit. The figure smiled slowly before slipping out into the corridor, padding stealthily along he stopped again at the corner using his mirror to view the next stretch. Paintings lined the walls and slightly further down the guard has stopped and was now peering into a darkened room.
The shadow muttered something under his breath silently urging the fellow to move on, the man didn't oblige though and instead stepped inside.
The man in the corridor cursed. This was unexpected but not too much of a problem; he let his irritation slide away as he stepped around into the next stretch of corridor. He felt a sudden sensation of being watched, but it was only the numerous dead eyes of the paintings. Telling himself to get on with it, he stepped towards the entrance of the exhibit hall. The guard was standing just inside staring at a large statue of Anubis god of the dead. How appropriate the figure mused as he slid a silenced handgun from its position at his side.
Dexter had no time to cry out, no time to turn as he heard a soft phut behind him, then he was simply gone...
The figure watched the lifeless corpse collapse forward before entering the exhibit properly. His information said that the item in question was to be found right at the back of the hall; displayed on the wall amidst ancient pottery. He soon found it exactly where it should have been. With great care he lifted it down and bagged it before turning for the exit, as he passed the still form of Dexter he noted a dark puddle spreading out staining the marble a colour it was never meant to be. Yes indeed being a night guard could be a deadly boring job especially on nights like these.
The figure smirked and turned away.
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No human eyes saw the figure leave, and there was no-one to raise the alarm. It wasn't until the body of Dexter was found by the museum curator the next morning and the security video's checked that the culprit was revealed.
A young man wearing a blue sweater with ginger hair set in the front in a wild quiff.
TBC