Story Notes: Yay, I've been wanting to upload this for a while but I was convinced the story wasn't good enough so I just avoided it. I received several reviews for various stories, mostly What-if's, stating that they were waiting patiently for my longer stories so I decided to develop this further. I've recently deleted a few of my old stories and I received some new reviews and favourites for the Nightmare Series. I realised I hardly had any stories with Rastapopoulos as the Antagonist. I wasn't completely happy with The Bordurian Shadow, so I'm hoping this is better. Please, Fav, Fol, Review! And Enjoy!

Title: The Greek Resurgence

Category: Adventures of Tintin

Characters: Tintin, Captain Haddock,

Genre: Thriller, Suspense

Language: English

Rating: T (For Safety)

Summary: As Tintin walked out of the office, he promised himself a new start. This promise lasts three days. After deciding to leave Journalism, a man approaches him. He has noticed some strange goings-on at the docks. Tintin promises himself one more adventure but is pulled straight back into the world of drug-running and arms dealing involving an old enemy. After he is captured will he escape? (Set 5 years after the end of Tintin and the picaros)

Suggested Music

1. Un'anima - Andrea Bocelli

2. Trip the Darkness - Lacuna Coil (Love this song)

He still couldn't believe he was doing this.

Tintin's colleagues watched in anguish as he packed the last of his work possessions into the cardboard box. As his boss, Francios trailed out of his office, Tintin hoped he was doing the right thing.

Tintin shook his boss' hand. Grief flooded through him as he realised he might not return. Journalism had changed, and he wanted more.

"If you do decide to come back, my door is always open," Francois commented, his voice catching. Francios hadn't been shy in saying that Tintin was one of the most outstanding employee's he'd ever had the joy of working alongside.

"Thank you, sir," Tintin replied proudly.

As he grasped the box and made his way to the stairs, Jullain stood and walked with him.

"It's sad to see you go. You know it's never going to be the same around here with you gone,"

"I'm sure you'll all be fine. I'll be visiting every so often,"

Jullian didn't seem convinced

"I hope you come back. I can't believe you're going,"

"I want to do something new," Tintin replied, opening the door and placing the box in the passenger seat,"

"May you should try having a long holiday first,"

Tintin chuckled at that comment.

"I've tried that before. It's never worked out well," Tintin replied, recalling his previous attempts to enjoy a holiday. The cruise all those years ago, the trip to Tibet. He'd never managed to enjoy a simple holiday, But it would be a start. Some destinations flashed through his mind as his attention returned to his friend.

"I wish you all the luck in the world, Ami,"

x

Meanwhile in France...

"Hurry up and get in!"

The North American drawl overtook the racket of the shots, pushing Rastapopoulos to dive into the back of the car, behind the driver's seat. As the car sped off, it ploughed through the measly barrier, continuing down the road. Smoke billowed into the air from the half-burnt Prison. The explosion had done more than enough to escape.

Now in the back of the car, Rastapopoulos started questioning himself and the men who'd plucked him from that excuse of a prison.

After the transfer from the main high security, he knew it would only be a matter of time before someone broke him out.

Gazing down, he spotted the gun on the floor and took the chance.

Grasping the gun, he immediately pressed it to the Drivers neck, aware that the rest of the men in the car had pulled guns on him. One mistake would leave him at risk of immediate death.

"Who the hell are you?" Rastapopoulos demanded, gripping the gun harder.

A chuckle gradually emanated from the front of the vehicle. He frowned, not understanding the reaction.

"You don't recognise me do you?" the man laughed, motioning for the other men to lower their guns.

The Mississippi accent punched through his mind, right up until the moment a face appeared with a name.

"Ali?"

"The very man R.J.," Ali replied, with a smile.

"Took you long enough," Rastapopoulos muttered, ensuring Ali heard him, as he slowly lowered the gun.

"I didn't exactly have the manpower," Ali snapped back.

"For five years? I find that hard to believe,"

"I've been in hiding for three years," Ali resumed. "The police eradicated all of my active operations. It took me a while to rejuvenate my plans and operations,"

"You are usually careful," He remarked. "How did that happen?"

"A certain young ginger reporter. I believe the two of you are acquainted,"

Tintin.

Rastapopoulos growled at the mention of the reporter.

"Don't talk to me about that brat. I take it there's a purpose for your actions."

"I'll explain on the way,"

Ali pulled up sharply forcing, him to grip his hand into the seatbelt. He turned his head to the side to find an impressive yacht gleaming in the sun. Quickly removing himself from the car, he followed Ali and his men onto the shining jewel.

I opted to describe the aftermath of the prison break because if I'd started from the beginning, the chapter would have been far too long. Thanks for reading, and please review.