The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

The Black Island 2. (2)

The Legend of the Black Island.

No One POV:

Tintin, Malory and Snowy finally found the missing locomotive, poetically enough, a few rays of sunshine peeked through the cloudy sky when they did.

But the day was still dull for one engine driver, who was rubbing his head at the front of the machine when they found him.

"What happened?" Tintin asked him.

"Are you okay?" Malory asked as well.

"Two fellas told me to stop the train! Then the big one hit me from behind." He explained, pointing at the spot where probably Ivan hit him, "Didn't see which way they went."

Tintin and Malory didn't even have a moment to grieve over that last bit when the rumble of an airplane was heard behind them, getting closer and closer, which made them look up at it.

"It's landing. We must be near an airport."

Malory POV:

And sure enough, we found a small airport called ''Aces-Club''.

"Keep your eyes open, guys. Knowing those two, they're probably here." Tintin warned Snowy and I as we looked around.

"Somewhere..." I added. It may be a small airport but it's still pretty big. I wonder if the mechanic over there might have seen something.

"That's Tintin and Malory!" A familiar voice said behind us, making us turn and see-

"Thomson and Thompson!" Tintin exclaimed as the two detectives waved at us, having just getting out of their small car.

"The criminals you called us about seemed to have gotten away." Thompson told us as he reached us.

"We've been tracking them very closely." Thomson continued as he reached us too.

"And we have reason to suspect that mullah renders henchmen are on the train!" Thompson ended.

"No kidding! And now they're probably on a plane!" Tintin told them and I started getting confused at the sound of an engine getting louder and louder, making me turn to look to my left.

"What plane?" Thompson asked as the two looked up to the sky.

"THAT PLANE!" I exclaimed as I pulled on Tintin's sleeve and pointed to my left in horror, gainning their attention just in time to see the red plane about to collide with us.

Tintin and I screamed as all five of us hit the floor, I could feel Tintin's hand protecting my head as they went over us, barely missing us.

No One POV:

"-MY HAT! -Precisely! -Those Low Flying Lowlives!" The detectives yelled as they watched the crooks flying away.

"Where are Tintin and Malory?" Thompson suddenly questioned in confusion, not seeing the pair anywhere.

Just then, a blue plane came to life with Malory sitting in the pilot's seat and Tintin and Snowy in the passenger seat.

"-Wait! -Stop, you two, stop!" The detectives yelled but the plane already took off, leaving them no choice but to head for the yellow pilot that was still there.

"Police! Start up this plane! We're commandeering you and your vehicle!" Thomson ordered as he and Thompson got on, surprising the man in pilot's seat.

"But-"

"That's an order! Move!"

"Full through, Pilot!"

"Go up! Go up!" They encouraged the man before screaming in fright, "Go down! Go down!"

The detectives screamed as they span around in the sky.