Story Notes: I'm so glad I'm finally at this part of the story. I've tried to write this chapter twice, and it just didn't work, but the third attempt luckily worked, so I hope this piece is good. Please enjoy it. It is far from my best story, but I hope this is a good read anyway. Please, read, review, follow and favourite. TR56

Chapter Summary: Tintin decides to call for help but is somehow found yet again by the Brotherhood. He assumes there are spies everywhere, but a bigger shock is to come when he is brought back to their base of operations.

Suggested Music

1. Fire and Ice (Instrumental) - Within Temptation

2. First Battle - Ramin Djawadi

3. General Grievous Theme (EPIC SAMURAI VERSION) - Samuel Kim. (An excellent choice for a fight scene. I love the beat on this piece)

4. The Purge - Sara Squadrani (See Youtube)

Tintin had never known a city like Osaka, except for Brussels. Osaka didn't want to slumber. He made his way down the main streets, with Snowy trotting happily beside him. He gazed up at the buildings for a moment.

Is it possible they are hidden in plain sight?

It still worried Tintin how they found out about him so quickly.

A plan still hadn't formed, but he was determined, with or without help.

Great Snakes! What about the Thompsons? They could help.

Tintin's eyes scanned the near vicinity for a phone box. After a short jog, he found an empty one, practically throwing himself into it. The phone number slipped effortlessly into his fingers as he dialled the number for the Thompsons.

Come on, Answer!

"I need to speak to detectives Thompson and Thomson,"

"I'm sorry they are unavailable,"

"Then put me through to Director Hudson. Tell him it's Tintin,"

"Please hold,"

The next 30 seconds felt more like 10 minutes. Just as someone rattled on the door, the Director's voice shouted through the telephone."

"Mr Tintin! Where are you,"

"I need help! I need back up in Osaka,"

"I've just sent the Thompson's to Osaka to find you! Where exactly are you calling from? What's the name of the district?"

The Thompsons? Here?

My chances have just gone up, but I have no idea where I am.

For a brief moment, he couldn't help but smile, right up until he heard the click of a gun behind him.

Oh no.

"You seem impossible to kill," Came a familiar voice. "Get out! Now!"

Tintin dropped the phone, leaving the Director shouting down the telephone. Raising his hands, he backed out of the phonebox to find himself surrounded.

How do they keep finding me?

As one of the men raised a gun to kill him, another stopped him.

"We need to eliminate him,"

"I say we take him back. The master may want to seize the opportunity to interrogate him like the other one,"

Tintin glanced around and stared at the man, accidentally allowing someone to hit him. Within seconds he was on his hands and knees, dazed as yet again he fell victim to the Kanzaki Brotherhood. He heard a yelp from the side but couldn't ascertain Snowy's location. As he slipped into unconsciousness, he fell into the same trap again.

x

Tintin woke as he was dragged into a room, only this time they tied him to the chair. They aren't daft. Unable to move his fingers to his head to steady the throbbing, he instead flickered his eye's but attempting to ignore it proved difficult, even more so as Hiroko and his right-hand man entered the room. Hiroko wasn't in a joking mood this time.

Hiroko stood up to his full height, glaring at him.

"Now you are trying my patience, young man," Hiroko hissed.

"You'll have to try harder," Tintin remarked.

No fear this time. I'm not afraid of you.

Hiroko smirked and leaned forward, pressing his fingers into the gunshot wound. Tintin grimaced, biting his lip to hide the pain. Snowy's urgent barks echoed throughout the cupboard as a small wince escaped his lips.

"Oh, I am. And this time, it's going to hurt.

Four men left the room, leaving just three men present, not including Hiroko.

"And er, do this quietly. I have friends downstairs," Hiroko ordered.

As Hiroko left, one of the men appeared in front of him, holding a belt. Tintin's chest heaved in panic. He glanced at the three men remaining, using his mind to make a quick assessment on how he could escape the situation despite being tied up.

As the man stepped forward, Tintin slammed his foot into his knees, making sure to headbutt in as he fell. Without warning, Tintin used his inertia to roll, swinging the chair. The wood hit the other man, slamming him into the wall. The last man struggled to manoeuvre into position. By the time he did, it wasn't enough. Timing the move perfectly, he drove the chair leg into the man's foot. Whipping his head back, he caught him in the face. He quickly stopped and rushed to the table in the corner. He launched the chair backwards, smashing the wood and releasing his restraints. Blood flooded through his pounding heart, fueling adrenaline to his entire body with every thump. He thundered at the last man standing. As the man aimed the gun at him, he grabbed the gun. Twisting the arm down towards himself, he hit the man's arms off his stomach determined to disarm him.

The gun jerked.

He squeezed the trigger.

Tintin held strong. As the gun finally fell to the floor, he swung his elbow into the man's face. He fell to the floor unconscious. Tintin took a moment to breathe. Snowy's barking quickly brought him back into reality.

I need to move, Tintin thought as he released Snowy from the cupboard and slowly opened the door. Jazz music pushed its way through the unending elaborate corridors. He pulled back as Hiroko strode into the corridor, flanked by three men, and waited for the lift. He kept himself hidden as he heard Hiroko speak.

"Do me a favour and educate Takum what I mean by the word quietly,"

As the lift shut, Tintin closed the door. Grabbing the gun on the floor, he prepared himself.

I'm ready this time.

This time the brotherhood member didn't get a chance. Tintin clobbered him with the end of the gun the moment he entered the room. Rushing out of the room, he snapped the handle, tossing it to one side.

"Come on, Snowy,"

Tintin kept the gun poised as he made his way up the floors, taking the stairs to minimise the risk of being discovered. Upon reaching the tenth floor, Snowy started to sniff the door.

"What's wrong?"

Tintin pushed open the stairwell door, following his companion as he sniffed out a trail. Every second took him further away from the staircase. His head started to ache, hoping they wouldn't be discovered. Snowy stopped outside a door, momentarily sniffing around in circles. Pressing his paws up against the door, he wined softly. Another noise broke the silence. Tintin pressed his ear against the door to hear muffled grunts.

What the...

Standing back, he raised the gun and fired, snapping the bolt. As his hand wrapped around the handle, he breathed deeply. He had no idea who was on the other side of the door. The door opened slowly. As he glimpsed the young man tied to the chair, his eye's widened.

No... That's impossible.

Chang!

He rushed to him, easing the gag off as quickly and as carefully as he could. His eye's watered, at the sight of his friend.

"I knew you would come for me," Chang exclaimed tearfully. "They said you were dead,"

Once he sliced off the last piece of rope, fastening him to the chair, Tintin pulled him into a well-needed hug. He didn't want to let him go. Tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Hiroko said he'd killed you... I thought ..."

His eye's burst as Chang placed his hand upon his cheek.

"All is not lost," Chang replied, "What's your next move?"

Tintin decided to utilise the advantage before Hiroko had a chance to realise what was going on.

"I need to contact the police. I managed to get through to Interpol, and they told me that the Thompson's are already here. Hiroko's upstairs. Four of his men are locked in a room downstairs. Use the back entrance. It should be clear,"

Chang nodded and smiled.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going after Hiroko,"

"Not a chance! I'm finishing what my father started!" Chang exclaimed, clearly unwilling to allow Tintin to face the crime boss alone.

"Get the Police and tell them everything. I need you safe. I'm not losing you again,"

Chang bit his lip and relented.

"What about you?"

"Heart of the storm,"