Story Notes: I'm still thinking about doing a sequel. Some ideas are coming together, but I don't want it to be a repeat of the other stories I've been writing lately.
Chapter Summary: The Captain arrives in Klow but is convinced he needs to go to Borduria, and Sponsz takes the opportunity to gloat.
Suggested Music:
1. Lucifer - Avantasia
2. Endless War (Instrumental) - Within Temptation
3. In Vain (Instrumental) - Within Temptation
Chapter 12
Why am I here?
Men flew past him, speaking in their native tongue, words the Captain couldn't even begin to understand. People ran back and fought through the offices and corridor as the Captain made his way into the main area. Several security men attempted to challenge him but in the presence of Krzysztof and Andrzej, they made it very clear that he was welcome. As he entered the main room, the sight of the Thompsons immediately calmed him.
Please tell me you've got something, please, the Captain pleaded in his mind.
I'm not leaving without my friends.
"Do you have anything?" The Captain asked.
"Bits and pieces. The Bordurian police are still refusing to cooperate. They are trying to say that Tintin and the Professor caught the Belgium flight, but there is no evidence to place them at the airport" Thompson replied
"What about the Hotel?"
"The same story" Krzysztof exclaimed.
"So what did they do? Jump off in the middle of the flight! Why on earth would the Bordurian's want to cover this up?"
"It's what they do, Captain," Andrzej replied as he reached for the ringing telephone upon his desk. "They are always taking things that don't belong to them,"
The Captain paced over to Thompson, trying his best not to raise his voice as he spoke.
"What 'are' they doing? It sounds like they don't have anything,"
"They're trying their best Captain. So are we," Thompson replied softly.
"I don't understand, why are the Syldavian Police involved? Calculus and Topolino are swiss, and Tintin is Belgian. Isn't this out of their jurisdiction?"
"They got a tip-off, from one of their agents," Thompson explained in a low voice. "They want to solve this quietly. Can you remember what happened the last time you were in Borduria?"
"Only too well,"
As Andrzej placed the phone down, he turned to face them. His head hung down, avoiding everyone's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Thomson asked.
"The operatives ... erm.. the team of operatives at the Border went to check the safehouse to see if they'd been there,"
"And?" The Captain injected.
"They've been there. The officer's found the Professor's hat and ..."
Even Krzysztof couldn't take his eye's off his brother.
"Andrzej?"
"They found a blood pool, in the hallway,"
The Captain couldn't move. His mind rushed into a panic.
No. This can't be happening, Blistering. Please. Not Tintin, please.
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Tintin couldn't understand why Sponsz had escorted him up to the roof, handcuffed to a wheelchair. Once on the roof, he quickly ascertained that there might not be a hope of escape. They were in the middle of nowhere. A massive lake surrounded the majority of the fortress. Tintin gazed to the shoreline of the lake about three-quarters of a mile away. Two questions formed; Can we escape? Can I swim that far?
His mind plunged into silence as Sponsz turned around to face him.
I will not let you talk down to me.
Tintin didn't dare speak first, opting to breathe deeply to counteract the pain. The pain now came in waves, spreading every time.
"How does it feel Mr Tintin, to be on the losing side?" Sponsz smirked.
"What makes you think you've won? You failed before. You'll fail again,"
Sponsz laughed undeterred by his statement.
"Don't be so sure. You are the one who has failed,"
"If that's what you wanted then why am I here?"
"You are here because I am allowing it. I could have let you bleed to death," Sponsz growled, quickly pacing up towards him. Tintin bravely held his gaze. His heart pounded as if it was going to burst, but he hid his fears within a determined stare.
"Once the weapon comes to fruition, I will force you to witness the results. Then you will die knowing that you failed," Sponsz hitting his finger against Tintin's chest.
"You will be the one who fails" Tintin whispered again. Upon hearing those words, he wondered if they could be true.
Sponsz shook his head with a snort.
"I hold all the cards. You have nothing,"
Tintin stayed headstrong, not breaking eye contact.
"Enjoy your solitude while it lasts,"
Like I said It's not my best story, but I wanted to share it anyway. By the time this is published I'll likely have finished writing this and will be writing a sequel or more chapters for Requiem, which may also be getting a name change to suit the story a bit more. Thanks for reading and please review, fave and follow.