Me: DONE! :D

Tintin: Wh-wha? :O

Me: You heard me. I'm done! :D

Tintin: R-really! Oh gods, finally! :'D

Me: I mean, I have to write an epilogue, but other than that, you're done with this story! :D

Tintin: I never thought I'd live to see the day... ;w;

Me: I'll even do the disclaimer to celebrate! I do not own the Adventures of Tintin, or the characters (except a few). :D

Tintin: I can go have a vacation... TTuTT

Chapter 6

October 20, 1940

Night was closing in on the city of Patras. Abaddon paced in his office nervously. What if the Order of Hades was in trouble? What if that dastardly reporter was on his way? Metaxas would certainly be notified, and their whole operation would be a waste. He chewed on his nails. There was a knock at the door and he said, "Enter." Ikaros entered the room and bowed.

"Master. We've received word from Master Achille; the Italians are nearly ready for their assault," he said, "They require eight more days."

"Tell him he has half that time!" Abaddon hissed, "I'm not going to risk this operation any more than it already is, Ikaros!" He turned on his heels and shouted, "Do not come back until you've heard back from Achille or if you have news about Tintin!" Ikaros grumbled something in Greek, but bowed politely and left the room. Abaddon went back to pacing and muttering to himself. "He'll never find us… no one will learn of our plan… Tintin will not find us…" Little did he know, Tintin and the rest of Naó tou Poseidó̱na were just entering the outskirts of Patras…

October 21, 1940

Tintin and his friends stayed in a cheap hotel run by friends of Nileas. After everyone was gathered around the table in the breakfast area, Nileas said, "Alright. This is where our reconnaissance begins. Sol, Marika, I want you two to take to the streets. Keep an eye out for any of these men. Report back to me as soon as you do." He hands the Greek woman a sheet of paper with photos of known Order of Hades members. She nods and gestures for Sol to get up and go with her.

He nodded and waved to Tintin. "See ya later~" Tintin waved back halfheartedly as the two exited the hotel.

"Good. Now then, Herakles, Paion, I want you to go shopping." The two looked extremely confused and Tintin had to stifle a laugh.

"Er… sir, that doesn't make any sense," Herakles muttered.

"No, it makes perfect sense. We need civilian clothing to disguise ourselves if we want to infiltrate the Order of Hades," Nileas explained, grinning. Paion put two and two together and smiled devilishly.

"Got it. Come, Herakles! To the streets!" the large Greek laughed, practically picking up the Greco-Egyptian and charging outside. They were gone in the crowd in seconds.

"That seems to leave you and I, Nileas," Tintin said, folding his hands and looking expectantly at the raven haired male. Snowy growled at Tintin and the reporter added hastily, "And Snowy, too."

"Yes. That's because I need you to help me plan our attack."

Tintin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "How many times do I have to remind people that I'm a reporter and not an army general…?" he grumbled. He stared hard into Nileas's eyes and said firmly, "You're the military one here. Not me."

"Of course. But you are also the brightest one of my men. I'm certain you can figure something out." Nileas crossed his arms and said, "I was thinking after we infiltrated the base, we could find Abaddon and capture him, then we would take him to the police. Turn him in for crimes against the country."

"Yes, but how? Surely there are plenty of rooms for him to be hiding in. We couldn't just go wandering around in a hostile base," Tintin argued, "They'd catch wind of our little scheme quickly."

"We could request an audience with him as joining members. We could pledge our loyalty, then capture him," Nileas said.

"There is a chance this won't work and they'll recognise us."

"If you've got a better idea, I'd love to hear it, Mr. Blooming Optimism."

"How many times to I have to tell people I'm just a realist…"

Nileas stood from the table angrily and started to pace about the room, rubbing his head and muttering in Greek. Tintin rested his chin on his hands. There is the possibility that this will go sour very fast… but I just don't know what else we can do. I'll just have to go along with this plan… "Nileas, I apologise. Your plan is a solid one. But we do have to have a backup plan in case we're discovered," Tintin said.

"Right. If we're discovered, we'll book it out of there as fast as we can," the Greek said quickly.

"N-no… that's not what I meant. The last time I tried to book it out of their base I got shot. I would like it best if no one got hurt," Tintin said. He thought for a moment and asked, "Why can't we notify the authorities now? Inform them that we plan to take out a traitorous man and his gang and they can be warned ahead of time. That way, if things go south, they can be ready to save our skins if necessary." Nileas nodded and grinned.

"Not a military planner, eh?" he joked. He strode back to the table and eagerly shook Tintin's hands. "You sir are a fine strategist. I'm glad you're on our side."

"P-please. It's nothing," Tintin mumbled. Paion and Herakles came back with bags of old clothing. They set them on the table.

"We found some good cheap clothes, Nilly-boy," said Herakles, lighting up a cigarette. "They should make us look like normal folks. Abaddy won't know what hit him." Paion nodded excitedly.

"Excellent. Thank you, you two. Paion, please check our supply of ammunition and guns," Nileas ordered. The tall blonde Greek bowed and ran upstairs. They set up a makeshift workplace for Paion to repair the guns out of an old ironing board in the cupboard. "And you, Herakles, I'd like you to start sorting these clothes out. We need to look our best for our date." Herakles nodded, smirking, and got to work. Nileas started to walk out of their base and he gestured to Tintin to follow. The young reporter got up and followed Nileas. Snowy trotted after his master as well.

"Where are we headed?" Tintin asked.

"Our own reconnaissance mission." Nileas grabbed a driver's cap on his way out and plopped it onto Tintin's head. "That'll at least cover your quiff. You're pretty easily recognisable, I'd say." He lead Tintin and Snowy out into the streets of Patras. People crowded the streets as they weaved through the mass of people. "Keep an eye out for any building they might be hiding in. God knows where they're lurking."

Tintin nodded and his eyes darted back and forth. Snowy also kept a vigilant look out. They walked for what seemed like miles and Tintin felt out of breath. Nileas glanced at him with alarm in his eyes and he asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Fine. I'm fine. Just not as young as I used to be," Tintin chuckled. He knew he wasn't that old, but he certainly felt at least eighty years older. His side throbbed so he sat on a nearby bench. Nileas sat next to the reporter as Snowy leapt up onto the bench to curl up next to his master.

"Do you think you can pull off this operation in your state?" Nileas asked, "I don't want to put any more strain on you."

"Don't worry about it." Tintin sighed and stared at the sky, letting his head flop back against the back of the bench. "I'll be fine. I just want this man to be captured. Then I can go back home to have a nice long vacation." He grinned. "Won't that be nice, Snowy?" The little dog yipped in agreement.

Nileas nodded and stared at the ground, contemplation creeping into his expression. He looked up suddenly as Sol and Marika came dashing up to them. "Marika! Sol! Did you find their base?" Nileas asked, standing abruptly.

"Yes, here…" Sol pulled out a scrap of paper with a map hastily drawn on. "He's in this building next to the docks."

"Were you spotted?"

"No. No one saw," Marika said stonily, "But we'd best go back. They searching for him." She jabbed a thumb at Tintin. Nileas nodded and helped Tintin to his feet. The four of them travelled back to the hotel as fast as possible. They immediately regrouped with Herakles and Paion.

"Back so soon?" Herakles asked sarcastically. Nileas shot him a look that clearly said 'shut up.' Tintin took a seat as Nileas prepared to speak.

"Thanks to Sol and Marika, we now know where Abaddon and his cronies are hiding. Herakles and Paion bought us our clothes we shall use to sneak into their base. We go tonight. Here's the plan…"

The sun set over the gulf, turning the sky red. Tintin and the group were dressed up in their disguises; he wore the same driver's cap from that afternoon, a thick woolen scarf, and a dark blue overcoat. Nileas wore dark sunglasses and a leather coat. He motioned for Tintin and the other four Greeks to follow him. "Make sure you gun is loaded," he whispered. They all did, so they headed out. Disguised police officers stood around the Order of Hades base.

"You'll have to stay here, Snowy," Tintin said quietly, kneeling next to the little dog. "Stay with the kind policemen." Snowy whined. "It's okay! I'll be back soon!" Snowy growled, but did what he was told. He loped over to a policeman and stood next to him, eyeing Tintin worriedly. Tintin waved to Snowy and quickly caught up with the rest of his group.

They entered the building. A couple armed guards halted them and one asked in Greek, "What is your business here?"

"We wish to join the Order of Hades," Nileas answered, "Me and my five friends. We hate this country. It deserves to fall to the Nazis. We want to help in any way we can." Tintin and the others nodded, although Tintin didn't really catch a word of the Greek. The guards looked at each other in disbelief.

"Wait here." One guard went over an intercom and called Abaddon, talking quickly in Greek. He walked back over and said, "Master Abaddon will see you five. Follow me, please." The man led the incognito group to an elevator. He pushed the button and the elevator rose slowly, taking them to either a successful apprehension or a gruesome death.

Ding.

The elevator reached the top floor and everyone exited the elevator. The guard led them into Abaddon's office and Tintin gritted his teeth. He wasn't too pleased to see the man who sentenced him to death. The guard whispered something in Abaddon's ear and he was asked to leave. "So. You want to join our cause, do you? Why should I let you?" he asked coldly.

"We hate Greece as much as you do, sir," Nileas said through a clenched jaw. To his surprise, Abaddon laughed.

"Hate Greece? Pah! You're confused, my boy." Abaddon stared out of the window, gazing at the setting sun and the sea dyed red. "I do not hate Greece. I simply see that what Ioannis Metaxas is doing is wrong for the people, and the Nazis know what they're doing. They will bring peace to Europe and prosperity to the people."

"R-right. Of course. Forgive my insolence, sir," Nileas said, bowing slightly. They all bowed.

"You're forgiven." Abaddon turned back and grinned. "I think you'll do well here, my friends. Welcome to the Order of Hades," he said. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and six glasses. "Come. Have a drink with me." The group walked up to Abaddon's desk and accepted the glasses of whiskey. "For prosperity!"

"Agreed. For prosperity," Nileas growled, dropping the glass and pulling out his gun from the hidden holster. Tintin, Sol, Marika, Paion, and Herakles pulled out their guns and pointed them at the Order of Hades leader. He dropped his glass and threw his hands up, shocked.

"Wh-who the hell are you?!" Abaddon snarled. Tintin tossed his driver's cap on the ground and gave Abaddon a look that clearly said, 'Miss me?' The scars on Abaddon's face warped as he roared, "Tintin! I should have guessed.

"Yes. I believe you should have," Tintin smirked, nodding. Abaddon was so enraged he could hardly form a complete sentence. "Will you let me do the honour of calling the police, Nileas?" Tintin asked. Nileas nodded.

"How will you do that? There is no phone in this room!" Abaddon snorted.

"There are other ways to call the police." Tintin grinned slightly and fired a single shot into the ceiling. "There we go. They're on their way."

Abaddon's eye twitched. "Don't get smart with me."

"I already have." The police barged through the doors, arresting members of the Order of Hades one by one. They eventually reached the top floor and pulled Abaddon along with them to the bottom floor again. Tintin and Naó tou Poseidó̱na seemed to have won, but Abaddon head butted the two police men escorting him out and made a dash towards a nearby garage. During the commotion, Tintin darted after Abaddon. Before he could reach the villain however, he burst through the doors on a motorcycle, speeding down the road towards the mountains. Tintin spotted a second motorcycle and hopped on. Fortunately, the keys were in the ignition, so he started the bike and drove as fast as he could after Abaddon.

Minutes later, the two motorcycles were riding side by side. Abaddon bared his teeth and rammed his bike into Tintin's. The bike turned perpendicular to the road as Tintin tried to stay upright. Unfortunately, the bike slid out from underneath him and he landed on the road painfully. He rolled a couple feet and lay still. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to push himself up, groaning. Abaddon had stopped a few feet ahead of him, gotten off his bike, and started to stroll lazily towards Tintin.

The Greek's beady little eyes glinted as he pulled a gun out of a holster at his side. "Who has the gun pointed at whom now, my friend?" Abaddon sneered, pointing the gun at Tintin's head. The reporter glared at Abaddon. He tried to get up again, but Abaddon's boot kept him down. "Oh, Tintin… you've failed. My men will overtake your little friends and the Italians will overtake Greece. The Führer Hitler will bring peace to this godforsaken land."

"… no…"

"Excuse me?" Abaddon raised an eyebrow and kneeled next to Tintin. "Come again?"

"No. This isn't right. Europe can't be united like this," Tintin growled, "People are dying, Abaddon. Can't you see that?"

"Of course. Some sacrifices need to be made to create a better future."

Tintin narrowed his eyes and said, "You're ideals are so twisted… I'm so sorry for you." He had a burst of adrenaline and grabbed the gun out of Abaddon's hand, pushing himself up and pointing it at the Greek. "Hands up, and don't try anything. I'm not afraid to shoot." He hurt terribly, but he had to stay focused until the police arrived. Abaddon kept his hands up and rolled his eyes.

"You wouldn't shoot me," Abaddon jeered, "Your morals are too high for your own good." Tintin fired a shot that grazed the Greek's cheek.

"I'm a very good shot." Tintin heard police sirens approaching quickly and sighed in relief. Abaddon tried to move away from the armed reporter, but Tintin cocked the gun again. "Don't even think about it. You're staying right here."

Soon, the police arrived and handcuffed Abaddon. They roughly shoved him into the car, driving off back to Patras. The policemen helped Tintin to his feet and carefully walked him to another car. After confirming that Tintin hadn't broken any bones, one of the policemen said, "Thank you for turning in this man. He was a threat to all of Greece. You will be rewarded for your valor."

"Thank you, but you don't need to concern yourself with rewarding me. You should really reward Naó tou Poseidó̱na; they're the ones that found him here," Tintin admitted. A third police car pulled up and, sure enough, Nileas and the rest of Naó tou Poseidó̱na filed out. Snowy jumped out of the car, ran to Tintin, and lept into his lap, licking his face. "Snowy! I'm glad to see you too!"

"Tintin! You're okay!" Nileas exclaimed. He put a hand on the reporters shoulder and sighed in relief. "And you caught Abaddon no less. You are incredible!"

"O-ow…" Tintin grinned halfheartedly. "I just did what I thought was right. Really no need to thank me."

"You may have saved all of Greece. With the information the Order of Hades has, we'll be able to prepare ourselves against the Italians. We can beat them! We will win!"

Alright! We're done! I'll write an epilogue soon, but the main part of the story is done. :) I'll finish Lascaux and continue writing other things and yeah! Take it easy guy~