Part I: Bored to Death
Chapter: I do what I want
"I bet it's Iku-Turso." Margot grinned, hopping impatiently on her feet. "God, I've wanted to see that creature since forever!"
"For the 100th time, Margerie: It's not Iku-Turso." Dr. Heinemann, who was sitting by the table, replied on a very dry tone.
It was the next day, and in the small meeting room on the -12th floor, Dr. Heinemann, her daughter and two other agents were waiting for their American colleagues.
But waiting was something Margot didn't handle very well.
"Oh come on Dad, why not?"
"Because it bloody well doesn't exist!"
"Hey!" Margot protested. "That's what you said about Hellboy too, and look at us now!"
She poured a huge mug of coffee for herself, and added a generous amount of milk and brown sugar in it.
It was on that exact moment, that Myers and Hellboy stepped into the meeting room - Myers carrying his laptop and a huge pile of papers, Hellboy smoking a cigar (clearly not caring about the 'no smoking' signs on the hallway).
"Aha!" Margot pointed at Hellboy. "A living proof!"
"A proof of what?" Hellboy raised an eyebrow.
"That I'm always right."
"Figures." Dr. Heinemann muttered, but got up to greet the newcomers. "Agent Myers, Hellboy - you have apparently already met my daughter, Agent Duval. I am Dr. Stefan Heinemann, welcome on my behalf as well."
They shook hands, and took seats around the table - all but Margot, who was still impatiently shifting her weight from foot to foot, holding her huge coffee mug on her gloved hands.
"Margerie, would you please calm down, and take a seat?" Dr. Heinemann asked, as Myers was plugging his laptop into the beamer.
"Hey, I'm excited!" Margot exclaimed, and gave Myers a shining grin. "What's wrong with that?"
"Huh." Hellboy chuckled. "It's good that someone's excited."
It didn't take that long for Myers to explain the situation. The reports they'd had from their intel in Eastern Europe, that made them suspect there was something fishy going on in The Czech Republic. It was the usual: missing people, bodies found half eaten, dark omens and stuff. But the bottom line was, there was something going on, and it was to be taken care of.
After Myers had finished his little power point demonstration, he took a look at Dr. Heinemann's stern, worried face. It was clear, Heinemann shared his concern.
"We've had some reports from that area lately too." Heinemann finally said, after a rather long silence. "We've been waiting for more information from our Czech department, but perhaps it's time that we go in."
"Good." said Myers. "That's what I was hoping. Me and Red will of course be going, but would you mind gathering a team for us?"
It was then, that Margot who had been uncharacteristically silent during this whole conversation, spoke up.
"I want to go."
Myers's heart took a leap, as he heard Margot's words, but Dr. Heinemann gave his daughter a stern look. His voice was rock hard, when he replied.
"No, absolutely not."
"Oh come on, Dad!" Margot exclaimed, clearly annoyed. "I'm bored to death in here!"
"No is a no, daughter. You are not ready."
"That's a load of crap! You can't keep me locked up in here forever. I am your best agent - just ask anyone, and they'll say it's true!"
"It's true." said one of the other Agents, Erik Thomasson, and shrugged. "I'm sorry, boss, but it is. She's by far the best shot and all her test scores are excellent."
"So?" Margot raised an eyebrow. "I promise I'll behave."
"It's not your behaviour I worry about, Margerie. It's the other thing. After what happened the last time-"
"That's not fair! It was six months ago, and it's not happening again."
Dr. Heinemann looked sad and tired. He shook his head, and gave a long sigh before answering: "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Dad really, I am ready. I have learnt to control it."
"Again, that's not what I worry about. You know what got you in trouble the last time."
Margot sighed and rolled her eyes. "And how am I ever going to learn how to use my thing, if you never let me try?"
"What are you talking about?" Myers finally interrupted the verbal duel. "What is this… thing you mentioned?"
Heinemann gave him a look. "I'm sorry Agent Myers, but this is family business."
"Nonesense." Margot stated firmly. "He has a right to know. If I'm going to go to Prague with him on this mission, he needs to know who's he working with."
"Ah, alright." the old man sounded resigned. "You always do what you want in the end, no matter what I say. Just show him what you got."
Margot turned her piercing gaze at Myers, and again he felt the strange sizzling in the air, and a sense of electricity made his skin go on goosebumps. And then he heard her voice inside of his head, clear and loud.
"I like your pants, Myers."
Myers almost choke to his coffee. "You like my pants?!"
Everyone's eyes were on Margot, and Hellboy was chuckling, but she shrugged indifferently.
"What? It was the first thing that came to my mind."
Myers felt how his cheeks blushed. What's there to like in my pants? The thought made him hot and uneasy, and the way Margot was looking at him made it no easier.
"You are a telepath." he said.
Margot grinned. "Good boy."
"Tell the rest as well." Dr. Heinemann stated to his daughter.
Margot gave an impish smile, and made a small movement with her hand. As imitating her move, Myers's coffee mug escaped his fingers and flew across the room to the garbage bin.
"Hey, that was my coffee!" Myers protested.
"Ah, I'll get you a new one." Margot rolled her eyes. "Later. The bigger question here is, if you think my abilities could be of help on your mission. If so, say it."
A telepath, and a telecinetic. Hell yes, she'd be useful! Myers had felt bad enough for the fact that Abe couldn't have come with them, for he was busy doing research on a Aztek cult. It was always useful to have a telepath on board, when fighting the supernatural.
"It would be my pleasure to have you join my team." Myers said. "If only Dr. Heinemann gives his approval."
"Ah, no." Margot corrected. "I don't want to join your team, Agent Myers. I want to lead a team. I've earned it."
Dr Heinemann could not suppress his smile, as if he was secretly proud of his daughter, even if a bit ashamed as well. He seemed to ponder on her words for a few moments, before turning his gaze to Myers. "Well, you are on European soil, Agent Myers, so it is only fitting that an Europol agent is the team leader. I take it you have never been in Prague?"
"No I haven't." Myers had to admit. "And you are probably right. I need your help and co operation to succeed in this case, so I will trust in your judgement."
"Yay!" Margot grinned. "It's settled then! Come on Myers, I'll buy you that coffee now, if you're up to it."