Me: Hey again, everyone! ^^

Tintin: Hey. c:

Me: Aw, look! You're smiling~ -huggles- /

Tintin: -is hugged- O/o

Me: Well! Since you're so cute, I'll do the disclaimer~ I, AkuRoku18, do not own the Adventures of Tintin, nor am I making a profit from his fanfic~
:D

Tintin: P-please get off of me. O/O

Chapter 5

October 18, 1940

Tintin was sitting in the 'Naó tou Poseidó̱na.' It was completely empty except for him, Snowy, and another member of the revolutionists. His name was Herakles Set. He was a young man with jet black, slightly pointed hair and dark gray eyes. He had a small ankh tattoo under his right eye. Herakles spoke with a mixed Greek and Egyptian accent. At the moment, he was leaning back in a chair and he put his feet up on a table. "So, Kýrie Tintin, you're a… reporter, huh?" he asked nonchalantly, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket.

"Yes. I am," Tintin said blankly, staring out of the window. It was night time, so the streetlights were on, illuminating the street.

"Not very chatty, are ya?" Herakles smirked, lighting the cigarette. Smoke furled out of his mouth as he said, "But you're still helpin' us out, some crazy revolutionists from Greece~ How interesting…"

"What d'you mean by that?" Tintin asked without much emotion in his voice. Snowy whined and lay down. He wanted to go run around outside, but Tintin was unmotivated. The Order of Hades had moved bases and the 'Naó tou Poseidó̱na' had no leads on where they were.

"Well, I'm sure ya got better things ta do," the Greco-Egyptian commented, taking another drag on the cigarette. "Rather than helpin' us."

Tintin was kind of taken aback from Herakles' statement. He quickly said, "I came to this country to do a simple story. The Order of Hades attacked me and unintentionally spurred my interest about their plans." He chuckled. "It's not that I don't have anything better to do. I want to focus on this story. This is too good to pass up. Plus, my morals are too high for my own good."

Herakles barked with laughter. "Ya got high morals, eh? Atta boy~" He flicked the cigarette butt onto the floor and stood up. "At least some people do~ " he continued, walking past Tintin and punching his shoulder lightly. He said something or other in Egyptian quietly then shouted in Greek, causing Tintin to jump a little. "Pai~on! Deíte ton eaf̱tó sas, máv̱ro skaravaío!"

"Eh? Ti? Ti fo̱názoun gia?" a deep voice thundered back. Tintin turned round in his chair and Snowy jumped up. A large, blonde man emerged from the back of the restaurant, carrying various small tools. Probably for fixing guns… Tintin thought. "Huh… Tintin. Nai… er… hello~" the large man said warmly, smiling slightly. He had bushy black eyebrows and bright green eyes. Tintin could spot the end of a scar creeping up his collarbone; the rest of the scar must have been covered by his shirt.

"So! Here ya are~" Herakles laughed, punching the larger Greek on the shoulder. "Tintin, this is our best engineer, Paion Euphranor~"

"Ah… good to meet you, Mr. Euphranor," Tintin said, standing up and offering a hand to Paion.

Paion smiled more and shook Tintin's hand eagerly. "Nai, nai! I… happy meet you!" he said. He thought about his words and continued, "I sorry. My English… not good."

"Please, don't worry," Tintin chuckled. The door of the restaurant opened and Nileas and two others burst in. Tintin whipped around to see the Greeks and asked, "Well? Find anything?"

"Nai. We did," Nileas panted. The other two Greeks were out of breath too. Tintin hadn't met them, but now was not the time. Nileas brushed strands of black hair out of his face and re-holstered his gun. He took a deep breath and said, "They've changed bases alright. They've moved out of Athens entirely. To Patras."

"Patras?!" Herakles burst out agitatedly. "That's all the way in West Greece! How'd ya get there and back so fast?"

One of the Greeks behind Nileas laughed and said without much trace of an accent, "We found one of the members and… heh huh… forcefully asked him where they were hiding. He didn't want much trouble and just told us. Handy, huh?"

"Peh. Stupid Sol. Left out part where we got attacked," the second Greek muttered. Tintin would have never guessed that the second Greek was a girl until she spoke. "Three other. They come out of shadow. Attack with gun."

"None of you are hurt, are you?" Tintin asked with concern showing in his voice.

"Óchi, fortunately," Nileas said, "We escaped, but they got away. I know they're in Patras, but nothing further than that."

"Well, that's where we have to go. The Order of Hades has all the information about this attack and I intend to do everything I can to prevent it," the young reporter said quietly. "Let's go."

Not more than half an hour later, Tintin, Snowy, Nileas, and the three of the four Greeks were in a car on their way to Patras. Paion was too big to fit in the car so he rode on a motorcycle. They had to, unfortunately, stop in Piraeus, a city between Athens and Patras, to fill up the tank of the car. While they were waiting for the car to be filled, the Greek named Sol came up to Tintin and said cheerfully, "Yo~!"

"Uh… hello," Tintin said, nodding slightly. "Er…" He'd forgotten the name of the Greek.

"Ah hah~! No surprise you don't remember me." The Greek laughed and said, "My names Sol Zotikos~" Sol had pale blonde hair and very light blue eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a tan scarf.

"Sol. Good to meet you," Tintin said with a small smile.

Sol laughed again and clapped Tintin's shoulder. "So! You're all fired up about this thing, eh?"

"I… guess. I just want to help out. I know it's not my duty or anything, but I've been involved enough to know that I should help," said Tintin determinedly. He put his hands in his pocket and felt the gun he concealed there. He sighed. I really hate these things… they cause so much pain… Tintin narrowed his eyes and put a hand on his side. The bullet wound in his side had mostly healed up, but it still hurt.

"You okay?" Sol asked. Concern showed in his pale eyes.

"Fine. I… I'm just fine."

Sol nodded and Herakles shouted, "Alright, kids! It's time to go!" The Greco-Egyptian jumped in the car with Nileas at the wheel. The female Greek, Sol, and Tintin sat in the back. Snowy leapt onto Tintin's lap and barked. "Go, go, go, Nileas! We gotta go-go~!"

"Right!" Nileas called back, slamming his foot down on the accelerator. The car sped down the road to Patras.

Abaddon sat comfortably in his chair at his desk, smoking a cigar. His new base in Patras was far more luxurious than then one in Athens. This building was far nicer with actual windows and furniture. They even a telegram station on the bottom floor. His main man, Ikaros, knocked on the door and came in. "Kýrie. Af̱tí̱ i̱ pragmatiká so̱stí̱?" he asked.

"Nai~ Nai, o Naós tou Poseidó̱na den tha mas vreíte edó̱," Abaddon said, chuckling and taking another drag on the cigar. Moving the base was the best thing here… if we'd we stayed in Athen, that damn Tintin would have brought the Temple of Poseidon right to us… the 'Naó tou Poseidó̱na.' Hmph. I never expected them to be so persistent.

"Allá, kýrie, ypárchoun akóma merikoí apó tous ándres mas sti̱n Athí̱na..." Ikaros mentioned nonchalantly.

Abaddon coughed on the cigar smoke and whipped around. He snarled, "Ti?! Giatí den mou to eípes?"

"Er… Den pístev̱a óti í̱tan si̱mantikó." Ikaros narrowed his dark brown eyes.

"Boreíte anói̱tos ! Tó̱ra, o Naós tou Poseidó̱na kai ti̱s Tintin tha érthei na mas dikaío̱ma! Pi̱gaínete na ton vro̱!" Abaddon shouted, jabbing his finger at the door.

"Nai, kýrie," Ikaros said. He bowed and muttered something in Greek before leaving the room.

Abaddon Baltazar slammed his fist against the desk and crunched the cigar between his teeth. Ashes fell from the end of the cigar onto the desk. "Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why didn't anyone tell me…?! Those men could have been captured by Tintin and 'Naó tou Poseidó̱na.' They could know where we are… they could be on their way here at this very moment…"