Chapter XV

Cats and Mice, part III

-Come in.- DiLeo invited

Bonilla enters, followed by Vlamynck, who later closes the door.

-What do you need?- Luciano asked as he sat on his sofa.

-Your help.- Bonilla replied.- We have little to no time. The police are getting closer. When they arrive...it's over... for both of us.-

-What do you want me to do?- The old Italian asks

- Let's take all our products. We'll take your submarine to America.- Bonilla said

-Leaving the empire we've both built?- DiLeo asked, sort of nostalgic.- Tu sei pazzo?-

-Of course I'm not!- Bonilla replied.- We can start all over again. Besides, who will ever suspect of two old men? Those Americans are way too busy minding their own business.-

-You're being over-confident.- DiLeo replied.

-You're just exaggerating.- he said as he took a bag full of drugs.- Let's go.-

-What about your other men?- DiLeo asked as he left his couch and took another bag of drugs.- Weren't they valuable to you?-

-They're not valuable to me anymore!- the old French replied as he opened a secret trapdoor, leading of course, to a secret tunnel.- After what happened they're nothing but pathetic excuses-of-human-beings in my eyes! And believe me; not even your dear little "son" was able to take care of the one whom I considered my son! Allan's useless now!- he said as he turned to Joshua.

-Joshua...- DiLeo looked at him, disappointed

-I was not there.- Joshua defended himself.- He told me to stay with the other guys!-

-We'll talk about this later!- the old Italian said with a calmed voice.- Now take the last bag and let's go.-

-What about Allan?- Joshua asked as he took the last bag and followed the two old men

-To hell with him.- Gérémi replied as he continued walking through the secret tunnel.- He's no longer my problem.-

-xxx-

-Captain! It's not what you think!- Tintin exclaimed with an exhausted voice.

Ignoring his friend, the Captain attacks Allan, causing Tintin to fall to the floor.

Abruptly, Haddock punches Allan in the gut, knocking him back. The sailor comes at him again, but Allan dodges the blow and displays some martial arts skill to strike the Captain, then strikes him again. Haddock gets to his feet and he sees his enemy's going to stab him with a dagger in the neck. The sailor moves quickly and punches him so hard in the abdomen, making him to stay in his kneels. The Captain smirks, sees the chair, takes it, and knocks Allan from behind his head. The impact was so strong the chair broke into pieces, leaving the man unconscious in the floor.

-Come on!- The Captain exclaimed as he grabbed Tintin and ran away.- We must get out of here while we can!-

-Captain...!- Tintin said- He was trying to help me.-

-What?- The Captain asked.- Did that traitor drugged you or something?-

-He fell from a tall building, hitting his head.- the reporter continued.- He had amnesia and claims someone told him to set me free.-

-So that means...?-

-Stay there, you two!- Tom, who was in front of both, holding a gun, said.- I must say I never thought you'd ever find this place.-

- Bashi-bazouk!- The Captain cursed as he left Tintin in a corner and attacked Tom.

-Hands up!- a voice said from behind the sailor.

-What the...?- The Captain turned to see Allan with a gun..

-I don't know what the hell's happening, but,- he continued.-... what I know, is that you two are already screwed.-

-Why you, son of a...- Haddock cursed, but was interrupted

-One single move or curse and I'll pull the trigger.- Allan menaced by pointing his gun to the sailor's head

The Captain sighed and he, along with Tintin, was taken back to the room.

-xxx-

Thomson and Thompson were now guiding the group into where they believe Tintin is. It's sort of foggy, gray, and quiet. They are getting closer to the house where the reporter, the sailor, and dog were.

After a few minutes, they stop in front of the white house. No one was around.

The detectives, the commissioners, and a group of ten cops got out from their respective vehicles and started to inspect the surroundings. David, after looking at the surroundings, approached the dim-witted detectives.

- Are you sure this is the place?- Det. Keenan asked

-Why yes!- Thompson replied.- This is the place where Tintin is.-

-To be precise,- Thomson added.- Tintin is here-

-I think we should make groups.- a male, British Commissioner said, taking the attention of everybody.- Commissioner Anderson, Detective Doppler, and I will go into the house, Commissioners Rossi, Fazzarino, and Rose will inspect the surroundings, Commissioner Fisher will send a silent alarm once we give the signal for more backup, and the rest of you will hide and stay silent until we come back with those sneaky bastards.- he continued.- Understand?-

A great part of them nodded

-Good.- Commissioner Skinner said.- Now let's go.-

-What about us?- The dim-witted detectives asked

-You must stay with the group, detectives.- the 54-year-old British ordered.- Help Fisher with the alarm and send "Group A" if we don't come back in an hour.- he said as he left

Detective Doppler and the two British Commissioners entered to the house.

The first thing they saw was the "creepy collection" of newspapers.

-What kind of person does this?- Doppler asked

-The kind of person who's so facing 60 years or more behind the bars, Detective Doppler.- Commissioner Skinner replied

-Mitch, look at this.- the female British said

The two males then approach Commissioner Anderson, who was looking to the notes Captain Haddock saw earlier.

-By Mt. Parnassus!- Doppler exclaimed.- Alien language!-

-It's not "Alien language".- Commissioner Skinner said.- Those letters...- he said as he took a note carefully and examined it.-... I think these letters belong to the Russian language.-

-Can you decode it?- Commissioner Anderson asked

-I don't think so.- the male commissioner replied as he left the note in its place.- But that leaves me thinking... why would some sadistic person would leave evidence about its crimes?-

-Maybe because he really wants to say something to us.- the female commissioner wondered

-Hey guys! Look what I found!- Doppler said, pointing to the trapdoor.

-It's open!- Commissioner Anderson said.- Someone might have arrived first.-

-Then we'll find out whom.- Harold said as he went inside the trapdoor, unaware it was a giant slide.- AAAHHHHH!-

Both commissioners sighed and followed the young detective.

Doppler finally lands in the same bag pile the black-bearded sailor landed earlier. He stands up and moves as Mitch and Dana finally arrive.

-We should do it again, huh?- He asked

-Just stay quiet.- Commissioner Skinner said

They got up and continued exploring the silver chamber.

-xxx-

An hour passed.

Thomson and Thompson were using binoculars, keeping an eye on the house. There was no sign of the commissioners or detective. After a moment, both turn to the "Group A".

-Okay, Group A, you can enter now.- Thomson gave the order.

-And Commissioner Fisher,- Thompson said.- Send the silent alarm right now. We will need help.-

Commissioner Fisher then leaves to one of the police cars.

Meanwhile, Detective Cambridge and Ms. Black, from behind one of the cars, are talking about the case.

-Why didn't you told us before you were one of the witnesses?- Det. Cambridge asked

-I was scared.- Angela insisted.

-Ms. Black, you know it's a felony to lie to the Interpol.- Det. Cambridge said

-Okay, okay.- the artist confessed.- Someone saw me that night and told me, in a letter, if I ever say a word to the police about the murder of the Ying-Yang Boys, I'd die in a very slow and painful way.-

-You told Detective Doppler everything. Why didn't you told us the same?-

-I felt secure with him.- she sighed.

-Wait... when and where did you receive the letter?-

-It was already in my workspace when I arrived the morning after the incident.-

-Well... it helps a lot. Now we could concentrate in the officers and staff who were around at those hours.-

-For what, may I know, Detective Cambridge?- Det. Keenan approached both females

-Ms. Black here told me about a menacing letter she received the morning after the murder of Mr. Rawlins and Mr. Williams.- the female detective replied

-A letter?- Det. Keenan wondered.- Why didn't you mention it?- he asked to Ms. Black

-I...- Ms. Black tried to reply, but she was then interrupted

-She was scared of the menace coming true.- Det. Cambridge replied.

-Oh, fine.- the male detective said.- I have to make a call.-

Det. Keenan leaves quickly.

-I think he's hiding something.- Ms. Black said

-xxx-

Back to the room, Tintin and Captain Haddock are already attached to the chairs, with a lot of duct tape.

-Blistering Barnacles, Allan!- the Captain cursed.- You can't do this! You know these kinds of jobs are full of degradation! Even for you!-

-Be quiet, Haddock!- he replied as he massaged his head with one of his hands.- I don't want to pull the trigger earlier, or you and your friend want to die already?-

-Shut up, cabin boy! I don't even remember why I hired you in the first place!- the black-bearded sailor continued.- If I knew you were not what I thought you were, I'd...-

SLAP

-I told you to be quiet, old man!- Allan hissed.- Now shut it or I'll do it for you!- he menaced

-Why you son of a...-

SLAP

-One more time, and the next thing you'll see will be the eternal flames of the Hellfire.- the traitor hissed, pointing to the Captain's forehead with his gun

Suddenly, Alphonse enters to the room.

-I heard you've recovered, Allan.- he said.- The boss' not going to return soon, and you know what that means.-

-Come on, killing them already?- Allan said.- The Boss wants to kill Tintin with his bare hands, you know.-

-Screw that.- the bulky male said as he took a small gun from his pants.- We must finish this before it gets late.-

-Put your bloody gun away, Al!- Allan ordered.- You know we cannot kill them! The Boss has to!-

-He has not arrived, and I don't think he would do it.- Alphonse replied with a grin.- I'll kill the old man, and you'll murder Tintin. Be sure to make it a clear suicide.-

-Alphonse, this is unacceptable!- Thompson roared.- Put your stupid gun away!-

-Come on! Let me have some fun.-

-You know what?- he defied.- Kill both of them. I won't be part of this.-

-It will so be an honour.- Alphonse replied, smiling, as he took a second gun out of his pants.

As Alphonse was positioning both of his guns to the Captain's and the reporter's respective heads, Allan takes a couple of small guns from his pants and shoots the bulky man's hands.

-What the hell, man?- He cried as he fell to the floor, surrounding his wounded hands with his legs, trying to stop the pain.- What's wrong with you?-

-You are not the one who's going to kill them.- Allan growled.

-To hell with the Boss.- Alphonse said.- He abandoned us.-

-Liar!- he said as he pointed his two guns to the bulky male.

-Hands up!- a male voice said

The two men turn to see Commissioners Skinner, Anderson, and Detective Doppler, aiming their guns to them.

-xxx-

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter (and I'm sorry if it's too short)!

Sorry for the lateness, I have been depressed, I'm having second thoughts about this fanfic, I returned to school, and I had to quit my job because of it. I'm focusing more on an original fiction I'm planning to write: Cambridge and Radcliffe (lame title, I can't come up with something more epic). It's about Harriet Cambridge, a 25-year-old female who's dealing with her job as a dentist's secretary, her studies, and her mother's depression because of the recent death of Harriet's father. Currently, her best friend, Benedict Radcliffe, is helping her paying her school. One day, she's forced to take another way back home and then she witnesses a brutal murder, however, when she denounces it, the police doesn't believe her. And I won't give more spoilers.

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