Creatures of the Night

Decem (10)

Sitting in a meeting with Tom...it's like trying to pull teeth without anesthesia so I got up from my seat and left the meeting room. No wonder the guys looks bored in there. As I walked away I heard Tom tell the men that if this isn't resolved then he would shut down this...freak show. I fought to keep a growl contained as I walked towards Professor Brooms' study. I pushed open the door to find it empty. Abe was still down in his tank in the lab healing. He wouldn't be strong enough to come on this mission with us.

I approached the desk seeing Trevor's papers still on his desk. I looked over them slowly. He was always so thorough about dangerous missions. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh as I tried to keep my tears at bay.

"Hi." I turned around to see Liz. The weekend is over and she'll be on her way soon. I guess she's come to tell me goodbye.

"Hey Liz."

"I'm...coming to Moscow...with you and Red." She said with a smile on her face.

"You're coming? I thought you weren't rejoining the team?"

"I'm not. You guys are gonna need help with Abe out of action." She explained while coming to the desk.

"Have you told HB?"

"Yeah but you know him. Worried like a mother hen." Silence filled the room as I gathered Trevor's papers and set them neatly on top of a book, "Look Nyx...I know what you're going through. Professor Broom meant a lot to everyone here especially you and HB. You want to get the man that killed him and I promise you...we will get him." Liz explained to me before bringing me into a hug. I know we would get him. It's just a matter of when

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"One falls, two shall arise. Sammael. We'll have to nail them all at once and the eggs." HB said as we flew on a military style cargo plane to Russia. I sat next to Liz on a long seat attached to the plane's side.

"And when we do, no mumbo jumbo." I watched Tom, who decided he would not stay in the US while HellBoy was out, pulled a belt filled with several canisters from a crate and put them down on the table, "Double-core Vulcan-65 grenades. We've installed a handy little timer. You set it, you walk away. Cable pulls the safety pins. Kaboom.
Easy to clean, easy to use." I rolled my eyes as the plane hit some turbulence shaking the plane.

Liz instinctively grabbed my hand knowing how much I hated flying. I gave her a small nod of thanks before leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I might as well get a little bit of rest before we land.

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Even though I closed my eyes, sleep just wasn't coming to me. Hell who could sleep on this fuckin' thing anyways with all the banging and turbulence? I opened my eyes as I felt the aircraft descend from the sky before the wheels screeched as they touched the pavement.

As the back opened up, cold wind rushed in making me shiver. I grabbed my thick thermal insulated jacket and pulled it on. We stepped off the plane as snow fell from the sky. I've never seen snow before except from a few pictures. I bent down and grabbed a handful. It melted straight away with my body heat.

FBI agents began coming off the plane carrying the large crate that would house HB so no one would be suspicious.

"Alright let's get loaded up!" Tom shouted to the agents. 3 agents put the crate on the back of a large truck with other crates before slapping a Live Cargo stickers to the sides. HB got into the empty crate and the agents shut him inside. Myers, Liz, and I crammed ourselves in the cab of the truck before following the others off of the airfield.