Story Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short. I promised myself I wouldn't do any antagonist perspectives, but I wanted to do this. I thought it would make more sense to have some background on Rastapopoulos and my OC Ali.
Chapter Summary: Rastapopoulos and Ali make plans
Suggested Music
1. Moresca - Franco Piersanti
2. I Don't Believe in Tomorrow - Lacuna Coil
3. And We Run (Instrumental) - Within Temptation
Rastapopulous strode back into the communal area, patting down his suit that Ali had brought.
"Now this is better," He commented as Ali handed him a glass of whisky.
"I already acquired a ship," Ali casually remarked, collapsing into the seat.
"Excellent,"
"It's called the Francescini," Ali continued as Rastapopoulos sat opposite
"Hmm, that name sounds very familiar,"
"So is it's Captain, Allan Thompson,"
Rastapopoulos' jaw tightened at the name of his former right-hand man. After an incident in the Mediterranean, he refused to follow orders and told the police where to find them. He warned Allan the next time he saw him, he would kill him.
"That traitor! I hope you killed him,"
"No ... I wanted to leave that to you, so I tied him up and tossed him in the hold,"
"You think of everything," Rastapopoulos commented.
"What about this Tintin?" Ali questioned.
An uncomfortable silence followed the statement. Rastapopoulos didn't want to discuss the kid that cost him everything and put him in jail. Just one thing after another, he thought.
"He is a threat, is he not," Ali continued "Surely, it would be more prudent to eliminate him before our operation,"
"Others have tried to do that. It's never worked. He always survives," Rastapopoulos sneered.
"I haven't. Maybe you should leave him to me," Ali proposed with a smile.
"I don't think so!" Rastapopoulos snapped."He's mine!"
The last sentence growled from his lips.
"If our operation goes to plan, no one will ever notice us. I will not complicate matters. The reporter doesn't concern me. If he gets involved or in my way, on his head be it. He will suffer the consequences, which I will happily inflict,"
He gripped the glass tighter, threatening to shatter the glass to pieces if he didn't calm himself.
"Where were we?" Ali questioned, trying to control the topic of conversation once again.
"We need to drop into an old haunt. I've got things to pick up. Where is the Francescini?"
"My men overpowered the crew and Captain where It was berthed. Marlinspike,"
"Hmm, how coincidental,"
That's all for now. I'll be back with another update soon! TR56.