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Chapter Eleven – The Library
Down the street, they saw the silhouette of a man. He yelled again. They weren't close enough to make out the words, but they saw him start towards them as a shot went off.
Though they had quite a lead, Eva's pulse quickened. Tintin was already reacting; he led her quickly around the corner, and then she was aware enough to start running along with him.
After a few more turns Tintin slowed to a stop, and they paused, pressed against a dark brick wall. "We're enough ahead that we should be able to reach the library without them catching us. But the key is to not be seen." He pulled out a gun from his coat, and loaded it quickly. Looking up, he saw that Eva was doing the same. After a second, he asked, "Is that –"
Seeing the surprise in his face, Eva replied, "Necessary precaution. I was unarmed, and you had weapons in your apartment. You wouldn't have noticed it was gone."
Knowing that it wasn't the time for talking, the journalist looked around the corner they had just passed. He saw three men a hundred yards away, all brandishing guns and looking around. Turning back, he began to start off in a new direction, nodding to Eva. He heard her footsteps following him, and allowed a second of worry to enter his mind.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit the dark streets. The rain began to pour down, masking the sound of their hurried steps. Glancing backwards, Tintin began to move faster as he heard shouting.
"Eva, you go first." Tintin slowed, and called over the rain, "The back of the library is at the next left." He let her go ahead, disregarding her worried glance, and then paused at the corner with his gun out. He heard the voices get louder, but after a second he turned and continued to run, his gun at the ready.
Just as he turned around the side of the library, he heard a shot go off. Running faster, he saw Eva pulling open the side door ahead of him. Catching the door, he passed through it and closed it. Waiting, he closed his eyes. A minute later, he heard footsteps running past the door and gradually fading away.
Tintin stayed like that, his back against the door, his eyes closed, as his breathing gradually slowed. Despite this, his heart did not unclench. Usually, he could feel the adrenaline but no fear when guns were out. I only get focused. I stay calm. Why – but Tintin knew the answer.
He felt a tentative hand touch his face. "Are you alright?" Eva's voice was soft. After a second, the ghost of a touch was gone.
The journalist opened his eyes. "Yes. Shall we?" he gestured to the library.
Eva's steady eyes were still concerned, but then they broke away.
"Ah, Mr. Tintin!" The grey-haired librarian smiled. "Miss. I thought I heard someone come in from the side door. But that rain is making such a racket! Come, dry off; is there anything I can help you with?"
"Well, there is one thing," Tintin replied.