thanks for the support and the views. Now for the 2nd chapter and I hope that people enjoy this next chapter. I hope people will start reviewing this or I won't bother updating it
The police station was packed full of policeman and the usual western european detectives thomson and Thompson, who were having troble keeping in top of things espically ,due to the fact that Tintin had invited himself to Bourduria to follow the story of the raids on behalf of the newspaper he was working for.
As he watlzed into the station, everyone was up in arms, arguring and chattering about the drugs bust and how to grab the next shipment. It didn't take him long to find the Thompsons and when they did see him they didn't look to happy.
"Hey guys whats the 411?" Tintin said happily with a smile engraved across his youthful freckled face. Thomson stared at him wondering why he was so happy.
"Why are you so chirpy?"
"Come on , you're on the verge of erradicating Rastapopulus's drugs gang for good and I'm the one who's reporting it, why shouldn't I be happy?" Tintin inquired.
"Tintin you shouldn't be here" Thomson said.
"Why not?"
Tintin asked feeling rather confused as to why Thompson would pose that sort of statement.
"It's Rastapopulus, Need I remind you what happened the last time the pair of you crossed paths"
"That was ages ago, besides we're finally shutting them down for good why should I be worried"
The Thompsons still didn't look convinced, they wanted him out of the country and back home, no questions asked.
"I don't like this Tintin. Somethings not right"
"It's just a raid, What could go wrong?"
As soon as Tintin had uttered those words there was a sudden outcry from the enterance of the station yelling for the Thompsons. A man rushed from the enterance into the crown and upon making his way through everyone in the most impolite way he pushed through the remainder of people and stumbled before The Thompsons and Tintin breathing heavily.
"Whats wrong Benedict?"
"There's a new shipment going down at 4pm tonight"
"Woah! Tonight! Thats short notice, were on earth did you get this infomation from?" Thomson asked trying to hide his excitement.
"The imformant"
"Is he trustworthy?"
"All the info we've got from him in the past has been proven excellent. Detective's we can't just ignore this"
Benedict finally managed to caught his breath and pulled himself upright to see the Thompsons face on the new infomation he had procured.
Tintin approached the Thompson's brimming with excitment.
"Right, We'll organise the tatical team if you have a location"
"Docklands Warehouse 12"
"I'll inform the tatical team" Thompson stated.
"One other point" Tintin said as Thompson left the group with Benedict in tow. "I'm coming with you"
"No way!" Thomson relpied, raising his voice slightly. No way did he want Tintin putting himself in danger but Tintin had other ideas.
"You can say what you want but I'm still going with you"
"Tintin need I say again how much I do not want you to be in danger"
"It's just raid, whats the worst that could happen?"
Thompson sighed in disbelief. He knew nothing would stop Tintin from doing what he wanted to do so he, unwillingly, decided to let him accompany the team despite how dangerous it could get.
"Fine, But promise me one thing"
"Sure" Tintin replied feeling slightly uneasy as to what he was going to suggest.
"While we're doing the drugs raid I want you to stay put in one of the vechiles or in the immediate area. Could you at least do that please?"
"Fine" Tintin replied. He wasn't happy but at least he would be able to witness the raid first hand.
Finally getting somewhere with this! Yay! I've been suffering from writers block for ages now so i'm so happy to finally get this out of my head and onto my laptop please review... please
