I've been promising new fanfictions for a while now and unfortunately I have too much time on my hands and the moment so I have finally decided to publish an idea that I have been wanting to do for quite a while now. This was originally part of a story that was set 10 years following the events of Tintin and the Picaros but I had trouble attempting to end it as each ending I had planned didn't sound very plausible. I have been reading a little bit too much Scott Marianni and Mari Hannah in recent weeks and I also rewatched the 1990 TV Series and decided to plan a slightly altered and more angsty version of Tintin and the Picaros. Like before I will be placing suggested music at the top of the page. I've noticed a lot of my followers and readers tend to like this. I'm going to do a few more stories based on Tintin and the Picaros and The Calculus Affair, mostly alternate what if shorts. As always please review if you like the story and all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. I'm not perfect, althought this time I did put the chapter through a spell check. Some of the text in the stories is directly taken from the comics for authenticity.

Title: Within San Theodoran Lands

Category: Adventures of Tintin

Character's: Tintin, Captain Haddock, Calculus, General Alcazar, Pablo.

Genre: Suspense, Adventure, Hurt

Themes: Friendship, Hurt, Revenge

Language: English

Rating: T

Summary: After Tintin decides to reunite with his friends Sponz decides to take advantage of the situation. Separated from his friends will he be able to survirve and reunite to aid Alcazar's long awaited revolution?

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"I'll have to just hope that he follows the others into the trap I prepared for them. Although it would be very interesting to resort to plan B" Sponz gloated.

Colonel Alverez was taken aback slightly.

"A trap, Colonel?"

Sponz switched off the camera feed, turning to Colonel Alverez with a smug smile upon his face.

"A trap, yes. You see before I was appointed by General Kurvi - Tasch to be technical advisor to General Tapioca, I was Chief of Police in Szohod and those three busybodies subjected me to a bitter humiliation!"

"You, Colonel, humiliated?" Colonel Alverez questioned as Colonel Sponz moved to the table to open a bottle of wine.

"Yes, me and I've never forgotten it but fate sometimes plays into one's hands. When I heard that Bianca Castafiore was planning a tour in South America I immediately realised how I could take advantage of the situation. I only had to arrest her, after forging compromising documents and having them slipped into her luggage I concocted an entirely fictitious conspiracy against General Tapioca" Colonel Sponz finished, handing Colonel Alverez a glass of wine.

"What If Tintin fails to arrive?" Alverez questioned.

"I know him too well. Curiosity will get the better of him eventually. Should he leave it until the last minute General Tapicoca has given me the authorisation to implement my back up plan"

"A back up plan? What does that entail?" Alverez asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"Lets just say that Tintin will get a little surprise at the airport when he arrives"

xx

Tintin rolled over in bed for the third time and looked at the clock again.

Half Six.

The night had seemed so long for him. He couldn't stop thinking about the Captain and Calculus wondering if he had made the right decision by remaining at Marlinspike. Lying on his back he remembered the conversation they had earlier.

"What? What did you say?"

"I said I'm not going, Captain. You're quite free to fall into the trap they're trying to set for us, but as far as I'm concerning it's NIET!"

He could still see the look of disbelief on the Captain's face.

"Oh! You and your suspicions. They're an obsession! According to you the world is composed of nothing but scallywags and scoundrels. Why shouldn't General Tapioca be an honest sort of chap, eh? Why? Go on, tell me!"

"It's always possible, but i still think they're trying to entice us over there ... I don't know the reason but ... it positively reeks of trickery"

The Captain had snapped then raised his voice in anger.

"Ah! So that's it!"

Tintin had tried his best not to step back, unwilling to back down.

"All right, stay here, Mister Mule! Stay tucked up, all safe and warm in your bedroom - slippers! Cuthbert and I are going out there to defend our honour, and yours too, against that thundering herd of Zapotec's! Finish!"

He had never argued with the Captain like that before and as his thoughts continued to wander he wondered what type of reception they had received and how they were being tret by General Tapicoca. Fear for their safety was beginning to overwhelmingly spread throughout his mind.

That was the moment he finally made up his mind.

Springing from his bed, he grabbed his suitcase immediately beginning to fill it up. As he threw his passport onto the bed beside his suitcase Snowy stirred, watching his master curiously as he pulled his clothes on.

"Come on boy, We're going to Tapiocopulus"

xx

By the time they landed in Tapiocopulus Tintin was tried and Snowy was on a lead and clearly not very happy about it. Tintin remained alert as they walked through the terminal even as Snowy pulled hard on the lead it was only then that he noticed someone standing with his name on a board. He paused and inhaled deeply.

"Be careful Tintin, this looks suspicious" Tintin whispered to himself as he walked towards the man.

"Senor Tintin?"

"Yes?" Tintin replied cautiously

"General Tapicoca sent a car to pick you up"

"I see" Tintin stated, wondering how General Tapioca could have known he was coming.

"Please follow me, Senor Tintin"

Tintin followed at a distance, not sure what to make of it, ensuring he would have an oppotunity to make a quick getaway if needed. The man paused to open the door, closing the gap Tintin had created and as they walked out the man made his move.

Without warning Tintin was grabbed from behind, immediatly becoming trapped in the strong man's arms, unable to move.

"Get off! Get your hands off me" Tintin yelled as Snowy lanched himself at the man. Snowy's actions stopped as soon as they had begun as another man kicked him away and against the wall. This made Tintin's resistance even more angry and determined.

"Snowy! Get off me!"

He couldn't move. The man was far too strong. He held the reporter within his muscled arms as the other pressed a cloth against his mouth. Tintin knew that smell all to well; Clorofrom. Tintin continued to struggle, unwilling to give in without a fight but eventually the anesthetic overwhelmed every single part of him. As his leg kicks subsided the two men carried both Tintin and Snowy to a van just around the corner.

Sponz was one step closer to finally having his revenge.

Thanks for reading and please review if you like the story. The reviews I recieved for infliction and the Reporter and The Sailor. Thanks to Rose Blood Cat, Emrys221Butterfly and Katla1.