"Hey-hey," Captain Jack Harkness said. "We got a Weevil on our hands." He was looking at the Hub's radar. "We've got another alien in the alley intersecting... on a rendezvous course with our Weevil friend. "Or an intercept," pointed out Gwen fairly. "And... apparently this alien guy's got a gun, 'cuz he shot down the Weevil from 50 metres."
Hellboy heard a scritching sound from the street. He ducked into an alley and cocked his gun. He jumped out from the shadows. A snarling creature with brown, creased, leathery skin and beady black eyes in a leather jacket stared at him. "Goddamn creepy snarling thing!" Hellboy yelled, and shot it in the face. "I may be the Torch of Liberty's worst shooter, but I can still shoot you!" As Hellboy inspected the body, he noticed that it had fangs. He shuddered, and turned away. "Let's put a lock on our alien friend," said Captain Jack. As the lock was fixed, Hellboy was transported to the Hub. "Alright, let's make this simple. Why are you here?" said Jack.