The Adventures of Tintin - The Secret of the Unicorn (Tintin x reader)

Chapter 6 - The mysterious pickpocket

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The Thompsons and Snowy's chase
John Williams
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Your POV

After last night's shooting incident, Tintin had convinced Mrs. Finch on letting me rent a room for the night. Although it wasn't necessary, and I would be alright at my own flat. So instead of arguing on the topic, I just gave in. It was now the next morning.
The deputies, two agents by the name Thomson and Thompson, had arrived at Tintin's apartment bright and early.

"Good morning Tintin." Both men said in unison. I glanced up from the blood-printed newspaper at the table in front of me at the two men. They were almost exactly alike, apart from the details in their moustaches. A cane resting on their lower arm.
The two men with the newspaper disguise from yesterday. So they were police officers... with that, my focus returned on the newspaper covered in bloody fingerprints.

"Good morning gentlemen. Oh, this is (Y/N), a friend I met at the flea market yesterday."

I shortly glanced up to find the two individuals leaning to the side to look behind the young reporter. I stood up from my seat to greet them properly. "Good morning gentlemen." I said, shaking each of their hands as they said hello aswell. Returning to investigating the newspaper once that was done. I rolled the pencil between my fingers while (P/N) was softly snoring on my shoulder.

"So who was the man?" Tintin asked. My eyes leaving the newspaper to look up and listen to the information the agents had. "The victim's name was Barnaby Dawes." Thomson began.
"He was one of the top agent at Interpol, although we didn't have a clue what he was working." Thompson said.

"Quite right, Thompson. We're completely clueless." Thomson added starting to walk around in though.

"Interpol doesn't have any other leads?" Tintin questioned, looking at Thomson for an answer. "Steady on, Tintin. We're still filling out the paperwork." Thomson commented stern, this colleague confirming how being a policeman wasn't all 'glamour and guns', there is also an awful lot of filing involved.

Although my mind wasn't fully focused on their conversation. That is when I noticed something.
"Well, I might have something for you." I said, all men now looking my way. "What have you got (Y/N)?" Tintin questioned, glancing over my shoulder to the newspaper. "Well, before Dawes lost consciousness he was trying to tell or rather warn us about something. I think he was trying to spell it out..."

I went over the different letters that were marked in blood, writing each of them just underneath the head of the newspaper. "K... a... r... a... b... o... u... d...j... a...n. Karaboudjan." I said, holding it out to read.

"Karaboudjan?!" Thompson suddenly said, taking the paper out of my hands, eyeing the word. "Does that mean anything to you?" Tintin asked confused.

"Great Scotland Yard! It's extraordinary!" He said surprised. "What is?" I asked.
"Worthington's bowler hats are on half-price sale!" The agent exclaimed, once we stood beside him.

"Oh please Thomson, now is hardly the time... Great Scotland Yard!" Thompson said in a correcting manner, before he gasped aswell. "What is it?" Tintin asked this time around, only to hear the policemen comment that canes were on sale to.

I sighed annoyed, pinching the bridge of my nose as Tintin took the newspaper from the two men. "Are you two going to take charge of this evidence?" He asked them in a serious tone. "Of course we are! Don't worry Tintin, (Y/N), the evidence is safe with us-"