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Presuite of the Falcon
John Williams
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Third POV

Sakharine and his men had already left the palace. Now on their way to the Karaboudjan. Sakharine grinned eyeing the three scrolls in his hands.
Tom was driving the red car they took to get away, while Allan sat in the back with his gun to hold watch.

"Hurry. Back to the boat." Sakharine ordered. Looking for a safe place to put away the slips of parchment.

Meanwhile, Tintin, (Y/N) and Haddock had just made it outside. Snow and (P/N) following close behind their owners.
A palace guard came up to them, meaning to stop them from escaping, only to instead be knocked out by Tintin.
The semi-unconsious guard fell onto the ground.

"Tintin! (Y/N)?! Where are you two going?" Haddock yelled out to them as he ran to catch up with them both.
"I'm going after Sakharine." Tintin said, his eyes scanning around for something fast he could use to catch up with them.

A motor with sidecar. Hopefully it would be fast enough.

"By yourself?!" Haddock yelled out in disbelieve. "Yes. Come on, Snowy!" The young man said as he jumped onto the motor.

"Oh no, I'm coming with you." (Y/N) immediately added. She pulled the gun and holster out of her purse, attaching them to her waist.

But Tintin didn't seem to like that idea one bit. "(Y/N), you can get shot if not possibly killed out there. I don't want you to get hurt." He argued back, grabbing hold of my shoulders stop me from climbing on.

(Y/N) nearly scoffed, pushing his hands off. "I can assure you, I am more than capable of taking care of myself. Besides, you can't get ride of me that easily."

They looked one another deep in the eyes. Time seemed to slow down a little. Tintin sighed deeply, and although he didn't want it, he gave in to (Y/N)'s request.

Haddock, who was carrying a rocket launcher in his hands, took a seat in the sidecar along with Snowy.
(Y/N) climbed onto saddle behind Tintin, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Tintin stepped into the peddle and the motor came to live. They zoomed off, hearing the faded order of the Sheik to capture them. But that was long forgotten. Their focus now on the speeding red car up ahead.

(P/N) flew up ahead, the motorcycle tailing behind it.

As they got closer, Tom checked his review mirror to see what the noise was about. He was shocked, glancing behind him, to find the three chasing them close behind. Sakharine did so too, equally surprised, but it was soon replaced by anger.

"Lose them! Get them off our tail!" He yelled to Alan. The former first mate readied his gun. Bullets came flying their way.
Luckily all of them missed, bouncing off against the metal parts of the motor.

Snowy crawled back into the sidecar. Confused as Haddock held up the rocket launder. The captain aimed it to the red car up ahead. What he didn't notice was that he was holding the weapon the other way round. He pulled the trigger, a loud bang follow. Haddock steadied himself from the aftershock, but nothing had happened to the red car.

Tintin pulled on the steering wheel to keep the motor straight. "Did you hit anything?" He asked the captain. Haddock, Snowy and (Y/N) glanced over their shoulders, eyeing the possible damage that had been caused by the rocket.

If it would have just hit a stone wall, it wouldn't have been that bad.
But no, instead it had hit the mechanism controlling the dam.
"Oh dear!" Haddock said in fright, tossing the launched out and onto the road.

With the mechanism now defect, the dam released gallons upon gallons of water, making their way down to the city below at incredible speed.

"Faster, you idiot, faster!" Sakharine shouted furious, as he witnessed the water slowly making its way down to the city.

"Whoooo!" The captain yelled, holding on tightly as we took another curve.
We had nearly caught up with the red car. Allan readied his gun, but when turning back he was taken by surprise. Snowy had jumped onto the moving vehicle. Allan stumbled back from the impact. Growling on this happening yet again. The little white dog then going on to where Sakharine and Tom were seated.

Sakharine held Snow back with his free hand, while keeping the other that was holding the scrolls as far away from the terrier as possible.
He however failed to notice Tintin and (Y/N) passing him from the other side.
"I'll have those, thank you!" Tintin said, snatching the scrolls right out of Sakharine's hand.

"Come on, Snowy! Jump!" (Y/N) shouted, holding out her arms in the hope that Snowy would trust her enough.
And so he did. He ran over the hood of the car before jumping. (Y/N) catching him before handing him over Haddock in the sidecar.

That is when her eyes caught sight of movement in the sky. The falcon!
Her hands gripping onto Tintin's shoulders. "Incoming falcon at four o'clock!" She yelled, hoping it was loud enough over the roaring sound of the motorcycle. Tintin looking at that direction and pulling his hand away to dodge the falcons claws.

We had now made it down to the market place. The locals jumping out of the way as we zoomed passed them.
A bump in the road send us flying in the air for a few seconds.

(Y/N)'s grip tightened around Tintin's waist, not wanting to fall off. Haddock holding onto his hat as he flew upwards a little before we all came crashing down again.

The motorcycle stopped for barely a second before speeding off again. A hotel building was slipping down the hill towards us, crashing everything crossing its path.

Your POV

Tintin managed to turn the motor just in time before we would be demolished by the moving building. Just like many crates of fruit and other goods had moments earlier.

I glanced over my shoulder, the doors of the once two star-hotel were now opened. To my horror revealing the main gun of a tank.
So the building was practically pulled along by it.

"Tintin, faster!" The captain yelled out in horror, seeing how the distance grew closer and closer.

"Ooh!" He said in surprise when he was lifted from his seat by his jacket. Tintin looked behind him to the captain, missing to notice another bump in the road. The grip on the parchment pieces slipped, the papers now flying around in the wind around them.

"The scrolls!" Tintin exclaimed.

I focused my eyes on the fluttering pieces of paper.

"I got one!" I heard Haddock yell from behind us.

I pushed myself up from the saddle. The slip of parchment slipping through my fingers. Luckily, Haddock thought it! "Two!" I yelled, smiling proudly at the captain.

The last slip of parchment lay on the hood of the side car. A bliss of wind blowing it away. When it came back down again, by some miracle, Snowy caught it!

"And three!" Tintin yelled in excitement when seeing Snowy with the parchment in his mouth.

Out of nowhere, the tank suddenly fired. The cannonball missing either us by an inch, flying in a side wall and sending the motorcycle into the air. The side car detaching itself form the motorcycle.

"Snowy!" Tintin yelled out as the side car drove off to a different direction.
"Captain?!" I yelled out, glancing behind me, the building coming to a stop. Haddock dangling over the edge. His jacket being the only thing keeping him up before the motorcycle made a turn and we lost them both out of sight.

Third POV

---Meanwhile with Haddock---

Haddocks jacket started to slip off the main canon of the tank. He screamed out when he suddenly fell off. The first of many clotheslines stopping him. His upper body slipped into a pink nightgown that was hung out to dry, sending him down a few lines further before landing on his belly on the stone ground below.

The scroll had managed to slip from his grasp. His eyes going up to where the paper was currently fluttering. An familiar sound came from the sky, and it wasn't from (P/N). But instead of the falcon.

"Oh, no! Not again." The captain sighed, quickly getting up as he run behind the scroll. The clue finally lowering itself above the wild waters from the nearly overfloating aqueduct. "Come here, my beauty!" The black-haired man pleaded, reaching out as far as he could to catch the slip of parchment.

But just as it was about to land in his hand, the falcon snatched it away. Flying off with the clue in its beak.

The captain, both shocked and angry, picked up the outer end of the nightgown, holding the fabric in-between his fingers with each hand while running behind it while yelling in pure agony: "TEN THOUSAND THUNDERING TYPHOONS! Come here, you pilfering parakeet-!"

---Meanwhile with Tintin and (Y/N)---

Your POV

We both had lost sight of the captain and Snowy. Taking one turn after another within the narrow streets until the ended up on a way beside the wild rotational flow of the river.

That was when I spotted (P/N) flying and floating beneath was her the sidecar. "There they are!" I said loud enough for Tintin to hear as I pointed to Snowy.

"(P/N)/Snowy!" Tintin and I shouted at the same time. The animals both looking our way. We had found them. But where was the captain? And how were we going to get to Snowy?!

We were startled when we crashed into someone, that person now on balancing on the front of the vehicle. The pink nightgown made us think it was a stranger, but the captain hat and voice told us otherwise.

"Captain, the bird! Grab it!" Tintin yelled out to Haddock up front.

I caught sight of (P/N), before they disappeared beneath a small bridge. "(P/N), get the scrolls!" I shouted, hoping she had heard my order.
Which she apparently did. She was chasing the falcon trying to get hold of the scrolls. Even slowing it down enough for Snowy to land his paws on its tail feathers. Making it the bird much more difficult to get away.
"Nice work, Snowy! Don't let him go!" Tintin encouraged the small dog.

I noticed the captain standing up, balancing his feet on the front of the motorcycle. Until he suddenly jumped towards the sidecar where Snowy and (P/N) were.
It tipped over the sidecar. Practically catapulting Snowy and the falcon into a nearby building. (P/N) going around it while the Captain did his best to get in through the same narrow window.

---Inside the tower---

But the flacon hadn't given up yet. Now holding all three scrolls. Well, the third scroll with Snowy still holding a tight grip on the other end.

You could see the falcon struggle a little due to the extra weight.

"Blue blistering barnacles!" Haddock growled, pulling himself up from the water into the tower.

Some locals were pulling up a barrow to a different floor. The content fairly heavy.

Without thinking, Haddock pulled the rope towards. Using it to get to Snowy faster. "Hang on, Snowy! Snowy, I'm coming!"

The falcon about to fly out again with Snowy. But the captain caught Snowy's paw, trying to pull him back inside.
Sadly, Snowy lost his grip on the parchment, whining as he watched it flutter around in the air outside.

The falcon diving down to get it, but (P/N) was faster. Catching it first in her beak. The falcon chased after her.