The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin and Malory in America. (Final)

Al Capone.

No One POV:

Later that night, as always, only one window shone with light in the entire 37th floor.

A gangster stared up at that window with a smug look and a stick in his mouth as a touch, leaning against the light pole across the street.

"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" A boy's voice echoed through the street as he walked towards the man.

"Paper, mister?" He asked as he held out one for him.

"Sure, kid!" He said, handing him a penny before taking the newspaper and the kid continued on his way.

The gangster turned to look back up at the window, not caring for the kid, who put his leg on the fire hydrant to tie up his shoe but actually looked at him.

"Any minute now..." The kid mumbled to himself.

"Oof!" The gangster let out as well as someone who bumped into him.

"Sorry, sir!" The girl hurried to apologize, not meeting his gaze.

"It's all good, miss." He replied, checking the girl out for a few moments as she walked off and stopped to look for something in her purse, but his show was cut short when he noticed a movement in the window.

He looked up to see two hands waving white handkerchiefs and that's all he needed.

He folded his newspaper and started walking off.

The boy stopped tying up his shoe and the girl stopped looking through her things as their expressions got serious and they both started following the man.

Back in the hotel, the hand kept waving as its' owner kept standing there for a few more moments, smirking to himself.

"Mr. Tintin and Miss. Malory are good reporters but they sure have some strange requests..."

Malory POV:

Tintin and I watched closely as the man entered a local bar.

We peeked through the window and saw him talking to someone on the counter before high-fiving him and staying there as the guy made his way towards the exit.

We hurried to get out of the way before he spotted us and started following him.

After a good while of spying, we reached...

"Are they serious?" I let out as we watched the man from behind a hot dogs stand knocking and entering the 'Marlinspike Hall' replica.

"This place sticks out more than us in Red Dog City! I mean, I knew the gangsters were dumb but this is ridiculous!" I told Tintin as we quickly entered the narrow alley.

"Shh! Malory, now is not the time!" He told me.

"Yeah, you're right, sorry." I mumbled quickly as we looked up in the alley to see only one window in the building's wall, really high up.

We both looked at the walls then at each other, Tintin smirking at me.

"Well, at least they didn't put rocks with TNT under them this time..." I sighed but still smiled.

After a good few minutes of us groaning at the hard climbing, using two walls, I finally reached the window and held onto it, looking inside.

A big table stood inside the room, surrounded with people who seemed to be in the middle of a meeting and the man we followed was making his way towards the man at the head of the table.

"Now for our next order of business: Tintin and Malory, the nosy reporters." The said man said.

"Looks like we're onto something big!" I whispered to myself before looking at the man with wide eyes.