The first chapter was easier to write than I thought so I will happily say that this will continue quite quickly and WILL finish and I know I've promised that with another few of my fanfictions but this time I mean it. There are some more small one shots coming that don't relate to specific adventures but are there to explore relationships between certain character's especially Tintin and the Captain. Thanks to the two anonymous reviewers.

Please enjoy and review if you like the story. And to the story. What does Sponz have in store ...

Suggested Music

1. Domeniconi: Koyunbaba, Op. 19 - 2. Mosso ~ Milos Karadaglic

2. Domeniconi: Koyunbaba, Op. 19 - 3. Cantabile ~ Milos Karadaglic

3. Domeniconi: Koyunbaba, Op. 19 - 4. Presto ~ Milos Karadaglic

(These tracks may be good to relax to but they sounded quite menacing so I decided to listen to these while I wrote the chapter ~ The last one is my favourite)

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Chapter Two

As soon as Tintin woke up he realised he was in a very precarious situation. He was dragged from his cell by two guards and placed in what looked like an interrogation room. One of his hands was handcuffed onto a bar on the table by one of the guards and then he was left, alone.

Tintin wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation and decided to gain more information before even attempting an escape.

As General Tapioca and Colonel Alverez entered the room Tintin's response was immediate.

"Where are my friends?" Tintin immediately demanded.

"Well at least we know your priorities" Tapioca smirked.

"Where are my friends?" Tintin asked again. "Are they here?"

"Thats depends on what you tell me Senor Tintin"

That statement silenced Tintin and his eye's darted between the pair, waiting for the interrogation that was coming.

"What is your relationship with Bianca Castafiore?"

Tintin remained silent for a moment, knowing he didn't have to answer Tapioca's questions but he feared the consequences if he failed to provide any answers.

"We're friends. We've known each other for years. She wouldn't plot against you if that's what your getting at"

Tintin barely saw the swing of Tapioca's hand just the sting as he sharply slapped him straight across the cheek.

"Don't get clever with me" Tapioca growled.

Tintin slowly turned back to face them, holding his sore cheek with his free hand. Tapioca was angry when he first entered the room but now he was enraged. His hand was gripped hard into a fist ready to repeat the action if necessary.

Alverez remained silent unwilling to say anything following that as General Tapioca continued.

"Documents found in Bianca Castafiore's possession detail you as a co-conspirator but then again you already knew that. How are detectives Thompson and Thomson connected to you? Whats their role?"

"Nothing" Tintin stated. "They have nothing to do with this"

"Is that so" Tapioca replied with a smirk. "Do you have any evidence to support that statement?"

Tintin had no answer and remained silent realising it wouldn't matter what he said. He still wouldn't be believed.

Sponz watched through the one way mirror with a smug smile across his face. His fingers flexed in and out of a fist in a bid to control his breathing. He was very pleased. Finally, I have you, Sponz thought as the questions became much more demanding.

Tintin was beginning to lose his composure. He'd never felt such a lack of control.

"I can't tell you what I don't know!" Tintin exclaimed.

"The evidence is stacked against you so tell me the TRUTH!" Tapioca demanded. His eyebrows narrowed over his angry eye's staring deep into Tintin's soul. The very look made Tintin fear how this interrogation was going to end. .

"I am telling you the truth! There is no conspiracy!"

Tapioca wasn't convinced.

"Tell me the truth or so help me I'll pull you outside and have you executed on the spot!"

"I've told you the truth!" Tintin exclaimed, his chest heaving violently from the previous statement.

Tapioca stood up sharply. That very action pushed the chair hard into the wall making Tintin jump. Tintin knew at that moment that the interrogation wasn't over. It was Tapioca's move. As they exited the room Tintin fought hard with the handcuffs connecting him to the table. He didn't want to know what else they had in store for him.

As the door slammed behind them Tapioca looked towards Sponz. Alverez, whom had stayed silent throughout the entire interrogation stared at the pair in confusion, unable to anticipate his Superior's next move. Tapioca knew due to Sponz's experience in the Bourdurian police he knew some tactics to get him to talk.

He had lost his patience.

"He's all yours" Tapioca exclaimed.

Sponz could only smile in response as Alverez began to protest.

"Sir this isn't protocol ..."

Sponz ignored him and reached for the door handle.

Tintin repeatedly banged his hand against the table trying to release himself from the bonds. As the door opened Tintin paused before freezing in shock as Colonel Sponz entered the room. Tintin swallowed as he ceased his actions to release himself. He began to shake uncontrollably realising just how bad this situation had become.

Sponz didn't say a word but the smile was unmistakable.

He was going to enjoy this.

As he shut the door behind him he finally alone with the reporter.

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Like I said this chapter was rather hard to write as I wanted to keep as true to the book and the characthers as possible. I hope I've managed it, I've read the comics for over ten years so I really hope that I've managed it. Do feel free to review if you like the story, I really love reviews. Chapter 3 Will be up soon. TINTINROSSI56