Hello guys! Today I present a new chapter! This chapter is in Tintin's POV. (This chapter is also special as it features the sensational appearance of the Thom(p)son twins).

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I felt grief-stricken. Humiliated. But what can I do? All this information is true. When I start an investigation, my attention is only centered on one matter, and the rest is left in chaos. Now only I realize this fatal mistake. Imagine how many lives were sacrificed during the period when I was investigating a case. One case.

Crumbs.

Now, the only thing to do is to try to break free from these chains and discover who this 'Cyrus Archillian' really is and what he is up to. But what can I do? No Snowy, no Captain Haddock, no Thom(p)son detectives, nobody. Just me. I'm all alone. I have to do it alone. But how?

I start looking around at my surroundings. I see a monkey wrench in the corner. Too far to reach. There's a bolt on the floor in front of me. Now that could be put to use. Well, other than those stuff, there's only the newspaper article and the hanging light. Hm.

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MAY's POV

"Well, I'm very sorry, Ms Cooper, but there's no sign of Tintin anywhere. Except for his footprints, of course." Said Thomson.

"To be precise, we're very sorry, but there's no sign of his footprints anywhere except for Tintin, of course." Thompson said.

"Don't worry, May. These two are always in a mix-up. You'll get used to them." The Captain whispered to me.

"Anyway, Mr Thomson, is it sure you can't trace Tintin? I mean, Snowy and some other dogs can sniff the only trail we have." I said.

"It's Thompson, Ms May. With a 'p' as in 'psychiatrist'." Said Thompson.

"Let me continue, Ms May. His trail is somehow masked by another smell. As Snowy identifies the smell, it isn't Tintin's." said Thomson.

"Oh, alright then." I replied to the detectives.

"Then what do we do now?" asked Captain Haddock.

"Don't worry, Captain. You have plenty of things to do for people your age. Golf, petanque, chess and so much more. Like our motto says: 'Mum's the Word'." continued Thompson.

"Precisely. 'Dumb's the Word'." Thomson said.

"That's not what I meant, gentlemen." The Captain replied.

I realized that it was already 11.32 pm. We should leave.

"So sorry to say, Thom(p)sons, but we're about to leave, Mr Thomson and Mr Thompson. Goodbye." I said to the policemen.

"Yes, Thom(p)sons. Bye." Captain Haddock said.

'What did the Thom(p)sons even prove this time? I helped a lot more than them.' Thought Snowy.

"See you tomorrow, May. Same to you, Captain Haddock." Thompson said.

Since the two did not look where they were going, they ended up falling into a hole dug by the investigators. I can't believe they're policemen.

It started raining heavily a while after that. It started as a drizzle, and quickly became a storm. We have got to go back quickly otherwise we'll be as soaked as a sponge.

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"Good night, May! I'm going to bed now. Come on, Snowy." Announced Captain Haddock, making his way to the room door from the sofa.

"Okay, Captain. Sweet dreams." I replied.

I was in the hotel room alone now. Captain Haddock and Snowy had left, giving me more peace and quiet to figure out the case. The hotel room had that modern look, although I'm in Bagghar. It's actually kind of cosy and nice. To succeed on something, I must focus on what I am doing. Like him.

Tintin.

What am I thinking? I should be thinking about the mystery now. Hmm, maybe I'm sleepy. I should get some sleep. Tomorrow's another day.

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CAPTAIN HADDOCK'S POV

Ahh, finally time to get some sleep. Aye, that lass, she's just like Tintin. But with more emotion. She thinks hard, she takes chances, and all the stuff that Tintin does.

I wonder if Tintin likes May or not. By like, I mean like like her, if you know what I mean. He seems to care about May since the first time he bumped into her in front of Alcazar's office. Until the day he vanished. Gone just like that.

Anyway, Tintin should be able to get out of any mess he's gotten himself into. I trust him on that. It's his special and unique trait that most people lack.

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TINTIN's POV

I'm waiting. Waiting for Cyrus to come in. I have to pull this off. It's my only chance. This time no one can help me if I fail. No one'll be there if I fail. I must pull this off.

Two hours later, Cyrus Archillian finally arrived.

"Good afternoon, Tintin. How are you feeling today?" he greeted with a sly smile.

"I'm fine, Mr Archillian. What do you want today?" I replied.

"Well, I'm very sorry about yesterday, Tintin. I shouldn't have been so harsh on you yesterday…" he continued. While slowly pulling out a gun out of his back pocket.

'Now.' I whispered to myself.

Immediately after that, I pretended to cough. While their attention was centered on the upper part of my body, I kicked the bolt that was on the floor in front of me towards the light bulb.

"What in blazes!?" Cyrus cried.

The bolt hit right at the spot I was aiming for. The lone light bulb. Cyrus looked up at the light bulb. In a blink of an eye, the bolt fell on his head, knocking him out. Another miracle happened. A piece of broken glass went right into the keyhole of the chains' lock. Now I just have to struggle a bit to let it open the chains.

There. All done. I took the monkey wrench which was on the table before I left the room.

I noticed that Cyrus has some kind of symbol on his forehead, which was mostly covered with his hair which was quite long. There were also some scratches and wounds.

"Bye bye, Cyrus. Have a nice day." I said to the unconscious Cyrus Archillian while making my way out of the room.

I have to be quick. When I was walking stealthily through the corridor, a man, probably one of Cyrus' henchmen, spotted me. He charged right at me like a bull seeing a red object, like in the cartoons. I ran to the side in order to avoid him. He crashed into a pile of tin cans which had a picture of a crab on them. Wait a minute, crabs?

"Haven't I seen those somewhere?" I said to myself.

I can't remember it very clearly. But I knew that something fishy was going on. A syndicate maybe? Argh! My head hurts a lot now.

"Oi! Come on, guys! He's escaped!" said a thug who saw me from afar.

He called some of his friends to assist him. What to do now? Run.

"Come here, Tintin and face us like a real man!" They shouted at me.

"Alright. Let's play 'boomerang'!" I said while throwing the monkey wrench across the wide corridor.

That certainly did fend off some thugs. Well, not all of them. 'Whack!' I punched a thug who was creeping from behind. I guess it was quite hard. It knocked him out cold.

"Now what?" I asked myself.

I don't know where to go. The place was very complex. It looked like a sewer. I decide to just go walk into any corridor available. Maybe that will help.

'Bang!' Went a bullet right in front of me. Someone was here, trying to shoot me but missed. 'Bang!' another shot came out. I have to scoot.

It now seems as if I am going to the same area every time. 'Bang!' Another bullet was shot. Wait. Now I see some arrows on the wall. Could it be? I follow the trail. It's really long, but it's worth seeing what might be there.

"Great snakes!" I cry. After a few hours following the trail, I found something worthwhile.

I'm out of the lair (which was disguised as a tin can factory under the name of 'Tin Can Tin Co.'), but now I'm in the city area of Port Said, not knowing where to go next.

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MAY's POV

"You think this is a good idea, May?" asked Captain Haddock.

"I-I ag-gree, Captain. We may or may not find Tint-tin in this way." Said Thompson, supporting Captain Haddock.

"T-to be pr-recise, Thompson, T-tintin may or may not find the way." Thomson said.

"Don't worry, all of you. I rode this machine many times. Trust me." I said.

We (Me, Captain Haddock, the Thom(p)sons and Snowy) were in a plane. A small one, of course. What were doing up in a plane? Well, searching for the missing Tintin. The person manoeuvring the plane? Me.

"Look, Thompson! Could-d that b-be Tintin?" asked Thomson.

"Huh? Who? Tontin?" Thompson muttered.

"Tintin, you imbecile!" said the Captain to Thompson.

"Wooaah!" barked Snowy. He seemed excited.

"Really, Thomson. That's not Tintin! It's only a man with a ginger-coloured pot on his head." I said to Thomson.

"Oh. No wonder there's so many 'Tintins' in this area." Thomson replied.

It's actually really hard finding Tintin like this. I mean, there's a hundred people down there and we're finding one out of a hundred people.

"Rampaging squirrels! My hat! Thomson, my hat just fell down!" Thompson cried.

"Oh no, Thompson! I'll catch it!" Thomson replied.

He attempted to catch it with his walking stick, but alas, it was still too far for him to reach, even with his walking stick.

'These people always bring trouble.' Thought Snowy.

"Stop it, you bashi-bazouks! You could fall to your own death!" Captain Haddock shouted.

"Woah, settle down, gentlemen!" I cried out. "I can help you, Thompson! Hold on!" I yelled as we raced for Thompson's bowler hat. (Is it that important, anyway?)

We swooped down quite low, almost hitting the ground. People around the place seemed very surprised and outraged.

"By the beard of the Prophet! Don't you people know how to fly a plane?!" an Arabian man shouted.

"Argh, almost there!" I said. "Try to reach it, Captain!"

All of a sudden, I saw someone who was quite far from us succeeded in catching the hat. He looked familiar. As we glided closer and closer, I noticed the man was.. Holy Truffle! It was none other than..

"Tintin!" The Thom(p)sons yelled in unison. They were very happy.

"Where have you been, lad?!" asked Captain Haddock.

"Sorry Captain, no time. Quick. We have to leave now." Said Tintin.

"If so, hop on!" I said.

"Okay." He replied.

And with Tintin on board, we flew to the sky, going back to Bagghar. The plan was fruitful.

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CYRUS'S POV

"Ugghh.. Huh? Tintin?" I mutter.

I finally came to my senses. I remember that I was going to shoot Tintin. Where is he? The chains have been unlocked.. with a piece of broken glass. Interesting.

"Sir! Tintin's escaped!" Said one of my henchmen who came running in.

"Stupid idiots! Why didn't you stop him?!" I yelled to him.

"He's too cunning, sir! We've tried our best!" he said to me.

"Curse that son of a pig." I said. "Henry, contact codename ALN-0 of the Karaboudjan. His station isn't too far from here." I ordered the henchman.

Oh he's gonna get it. Hard. Mark my words, I swear he will die a wasted defeat.

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Ah, I'm done with this chapter at last! As you can see, I gave up on putting the 'Tiddleyompom9 presents' thingy on each chapter. Other than that, I changed the storyline a bit in the making of this chapter. For instance, the plane part wasn't intended but I put it in as I thought it was a good way of revealing Tintin. (Not finding him, not him finding them, but they all meet in a special way.) Anyway, please tell how you find this chapter to be. R&R!

-Tiddleyompom9