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Hellboy took a long drag on his cigar and puffed out a ring of smoke. His jaw was clenched and his tail flicked irritably.
John T. Myers was coming to visit.
'Goddammit. I managed to ship his scrawny ass over to Antarctica and he has to come and visit.' He thought bitterly. He nudged Abe with his elbow, slightly leant towards him and asked "Whys this kid comin' back?"
"Red, it's just a visit," The fish man began using various hand gestures as if it would aid his explaination. "He'll leave soon enough, just be patient. His squad discovered something buried deep underground in a remote location of Antarctica; possibly near Troll is what I think he said."
"Troll?" The large man's eyebrows bunched together.
"Troll is the area of Antarctica owned by Norway."
"Oh."
As if on cue, the two massive elevator doors slid open and Myers walked out with six various agents carrying a hefty box. John walked over to Liz and kissed her as Tom Manning guided the others to a vacant lab where the deposited the rectangular crate onto the counter with a thud. Hellboy's fist clenched and he tried not to glare too much at the smaller man. He might almost hate him.
"The hell's this thing?" the red ape muttered blowing a layer of dust off the foreside of the object after he entered the room. Manning coughed and shot him a harsh glare. The unnamed agents pried the top of the crate off with a crowbar and set it aside.
Inside was a coffin.
Hellboy stared at the wooden tomb. Although the ancient exterior, the deep brown wood looked preserved as did the silver engraved design on the sides and glossy cover. His golden eyes scanned over the unknown symbols and delicate craftsmanship.
"Myers! Why in God's name did you bring a coffin to my organization! You dug up someone's grave?" Manning snapped at the man.
"N-no! Never, sir! Wait till you see what's inside, this was completely frozen in ice and preserved," he tried to reason. Manning's eye drifted to Abe.
"Fish stick. Do your magic." Blue nodded and stretched out his hand. His fingertips brushed over the case.
"Mm, this wood… is a type of Maple tree that grows in Norway," Abe began tilting his head lightly.
Myers interjected, "But isn't Maple wood-"
"Yes, its usually very light… Oh, it seems as though this wood was soaked, maybe marinated, over a long period of time… in what seems to be… the juice taken from plums."
"Heh, whoever's in here must be ready to come out," Red snickered, but the others ignored his joke.
"This writing… Is unknown to me, but it is made with liquid melted silver," Abe continued.
"Can we just open this up already?" Red groaned impatiently.
"Red," Liz whispered sternly. He threw up his hands dramatically in defense.
"Yeah, I don't give a damn about the wood," Manning coughed.
Abe reached down and slowly lifted the lid off the top.
Inside of the coffin was a girl.
