TINTIN-Three Unicorns Unite. -COMPLETED

Captain VS. Sakharine.

No one POV:

A loud horn of a ship was heard as the Karaboudjan entered Brussels' docks.

"What are we doing here, boss? I don't get it. We're right back where we started." Tom whined as he, Alan and Sakharine made their way off the ship.

"You're to speak of this to no one. Keep your mouths shut." Sakharine warned them as he stopped them from following him.

"Don't worry. As long as we get our share." Alan said as they watched the man in the red suit towards the baige car and his butler next to it that were waiting for him.

"You'll get your share." Sakharine promised them.

"Where are you going?" Tom kept whining.

"Just guard the ship." He ordered as they turned back to the ship.

"Where's the filthy moolah?" Tom whined to Alan who pulled him to the ship.

"Good evening, sir. I trust you had a successful trip abroad." Nestor said in his nonchalant tone as he watched his master opening the car's door.

"Do I pay you to talk to me?" Sakharine asked, furstrated from the whinings of his useless crew and eager to just get to his treasure.

"You don't pay me at all." Nestor stated as Sakharine entered the car.

Nestor stepped away from the car and all of the sudden it started to go up.

"What the blazes? Nestor!" He looked down at his butler, who he was slowly getting away from.

"Nestor!" He called again but the butler just shrugged.

Alan and Tom stormed out of the ship, hearing the screams and looked up to see their flying Boss.

"Tom! Alan! You blithering idiots, don't just stand there! Do something!" He shouted as he was taken away by the crane, driven Captain, who was chuckling evilly.

Malory POV:

"YOU'RE DOING GOOD, CAPTAIN! MORE TO THE RIGHT AND MAKE SURE HE'LL GET BUMPED HARD WHEN YOU PUT HIM DOWN!" I shouted from the roof TinTin, the police and I were standing as I signaled with my hand while the other one was holding the camera, ready to take pictures for the newspapers.

"Ha! Caught him like a rat in a trap." Thompson announced as we watched the car coming towards us, Thomson and Thompson using binoculars.

"Congratulations, gentlemen. He's all yours." TinTin said with hands behind his back as if he was watching a fireworks' show.

"Yes! We also have an arrest warrant issued by both Interpol and the FBI." Thomson informed us as we kept watching.

"Your friend who got shot..." Thompson started.

"Barnaby." I reminded.

"...he was one of their agents. Hot on Sakharine's trail from the start." Thompson told us.

"It still doesn't make sense." TinTin suddenly said, which made us look at him, "He has the key to the treasure of the Unicorn, which is sitting somewhere on the ocean floor. Why would he come back home?"

He's got a point but I just shrugged.

"He must've forgotten his toothpaste or something. His mouth smelled even more horrible than Captain's alcoholic breath! Which reminds me ALMOST THERE, CAPTAIN, JUST LOWER HIM DOWN!" I could imagine Captain chuckling evilly all whild putting Sakharine down, bumping him hard as I asked.

The police surrounded the car.

"Right." Thomson said as he, Thompson, TinTin and I followed him to the car door.