J.F.K Airport, 10:00 New York
Angela Dobson was getting restless, even without luggage the security measures were uncomfortable, she never travel (always working) so the whole flying experience was gauche… she needed a drink, a breakfast and a gun…but most important she needed a cab to get to a bus station on time…Constantine didn't know it but had only had this day to live according to Papa Midnite…a taxi approached the terminal and she quickly pulled an businessman away...telling him it was police business, she show her badge and quickly got inside the yellow cab..
-What have I done? - The taxi driver asked with concerned.
-Nothing to my knowledge- Angela replied back while getting a ponytail on her beautiful but messy hair.
-Are you a cop? - The driver expected the worst.
-As a matter of fact I am one but from Los Angeles- Angela was looking at the tall buildings surrounding the airport…she needed to sleep…her voice was sounding off.
-Nice trick you pulled on the old man, now where to ma'am? - The taxi driver asked.
-I need to get outside of town…would you help me?- She asked hoping for the best, she didn't know her way around town and wanted to get north fast.
-How far? - The taxi driver was smelling money.
-Tarrytown, New York- Angela responded.
-Don't worry ma'am, you will get there in no time- The driver said…she quickly closed her eyes and couldn't see the driver greenish glow in the eyes of the cab driver…she could see half-breeds but no real angels…it was over her league.
Little did she know she was being abducted by Chas.
The Tarrytown forest, 10:00 (9 hour to sundown)
John looked around for any indication of where he was, for the last couple of hours he has been running, dodging claws and shooting ghosts and weird monsters… he only had peanuts in the plane since it wasn't an international flight and so no dinner for him (at least the flirting got him a couple of drinks) and for 400 bucks you don't get first class…. He looked at Hellboy who was eager to go back and pick up the bodies of his missing friends as soon as the air cleared out…. Manning was against this and had already called the cleaning crew to pick up the remaining shreds of evidence….this work sucks…he was from the city of L.A. he needed to get into town for a nice breakfast.
-A storm is coming- Manning added looking at the darkening skyline.
-Do you get the weather channel in you cell phone? - Constantine replied back with a sarcastic tone, he hated people who made stupid comment just to release their tension.
-Are you smart ass too? - Manning added with disdain.
- Probably, but in the underworld is my asshole persona that does it! - Constantine was looking for gum in his trench coat; he couldn't find anything…now he really was upset, some things were not looking to good for him…he knew the seraph was going to cash on his promise to kill him, he need to move fast….he touched his forehead, the fever was getting to him.
-You have an underworld rep…cool- Hellboy responded with real enthusiasm without looking at the pale face of John, he was starting to remember the incomplete stories of the exorcist away from church, the "loop" they called him, someone with power but without faith…maybe the skinny guy might help us out of this jam.
-Hey, where are you going? - Manning added…he was getting frustrated that nobody actually listen to him…not even Abe…and he listens to everyone….
-I need ammo so I'm going to rob a church- Constantine responded without looking back.
-What do you need a church for? - manning was perplexed with the comment "rob a church" you don't do that…is not nice.
-Don't you worry I'll get you shampoo- Constantine walked his way into the highway…
-Hey…- Manning touched the top of his bald head… he didn't complain about the hair lost when the jokes comes from someone like Hellboy…but this scrawny looking guy really found new ways to get on his nerves.
Hellboy look around and try to call Liz….there was not a tone on the cell phone…he latter realized the poor bastard drowned in the river some hours ago, it was her Christmas gift from her….he missed her bad.
Tarrytown, New York (same time)
Gabriel walked outside the dinner and walked around the street when a small girl screamed at the other side or the road.
"Abuelo, abuelo….mira un angel" (grandpa, grandpa…look an angel) She was pointing at him across the street, the old man very weary with old age, just smile and kept pushing the little lady into the car…Gabriel must keep the distance from children who can still see his angelic curse.
The kid was Latin-American…Gabriel remembered most of the dialogues that human spoke, but he was losing the abilities that he took for granted like being able to read minds, he had now very limited perception of the invisible world, he could still perceive powerful beings but wasn't able to summon power, most his skills remained as knowledge and experience…Abu-Jaria promised that he would be a soldier in the second coming…a war for the hybrids to take their rightful place in the world…there were the offspring of the son of Cain… the flood didn't wipe them out… and the Angel of death will soon reclaim his place even if Michael and Satan itself get in the way…is going to get messy…and humans are going to take the worst of it.
Gabriel looked up at the sky, by the end of day blood will pour down like heavy rain.
The forest, 11 o'clock (8 hours to sundown)
Abe quickly took control of the logistic situation, whatever that monster was doing here remained a mystery but he was definitely old and powerful, he had never seen anything to withstand Hellboy assault and if it wasn't for his "friend" H.B could have lost, much to the demise for the rest of the crew…so he sat on the computer knowing it would be impossible for him to find anything in the books that were spread evenly throughout the floor of the vehicle; whenever in doubt "Google" your way into the internet…he needed to look for something that might actually explained what was going on…he found an excerpt from the New York State Folklore committee:
The Dutchman was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of a galloping ghost that he had heard at the tavern. He stumbled along, humming to himself to keep up his courage. Suddenly, his eye was caught by a light rising from the ground in the cemetery. He stopped, his heart pounding in fear. Before his startled eyes, a white mist burst forth from an unmarked grave and formed into a large horse carrying a headless rider.
The Dutchman let out a terrible scream as the horse leapt toward him at a full gallop. He took to his heels, running as fast as he could, making for the bridge since he knew that ghosts and evil spirits did not care to cross running water. He stumbled suddenly and fell, rolling off the road into a melting patch of snow. The headless rider thundered past him, and the man got a second look at the headless ghost. It was wearing a Hessian commander's uniform.
The Dutchman waited a good hour after the ghost disappeared before crawling out of the bushes and making his way home. After fortifying himself with schnapps, the Dutchman told his wife about the ghost. By noon of the next day, the story was all over Tarrytown. The good Dutch folk were divided in their opinions. Some thought that the ghost must be roaming the roads at night in search of its head. Others claimed that the Hessian soldier rose from the grave to lead the Hessian soldiers in a charge up nearby Chatterton Hill, not knowing that the hill had already been taken by the British.
"Roaming the roads at night in search of its head", the idea kept circling around his head…! Of course he was set free! But who could call on the original spell? Who summon the monster? He couldn't figure it out, this was not voodoo, Wicca witchcraft or some druid magician gone rogue…this was the big leagues and they might not be ready for it…he missed the professor.
-What's wrong, did you miss your beauty shower?- Hellboy asked with a cheerful tone…he was very happy that they got away from the monster and have started to develop a bond between with the complicated but always ready Constantine….thing were looking up for him.
-Someone summon your "Hessian"- Abe responded discarding the comment from Hellboy, he needed to get in the tank fast….but first he needed answers…he just figure out they been played.
-I wish that I could find him so I can finish a root canal technique without anesthesia- Hellboy reacted with anger.
-Do those things just pop out of your head? - Abe was always surprised with Hell boy's peculiar and graphical remarks about hurting monsters.
-Kind of, I guess I watched too many power rangers reruns- Hellboy responded and looked at Abe…who knew the next question by hard.
-No, I don't know how to kill it- Abe responded with a sarcastic tone.
-"At least your goggling"… you didn't learn to swim in one day or did you? - Hellboy got himself a seat in the second computer…he felt like looking for e-mails, he didn't found anything on his first couple of addresses but he found one from Liz in the security log, he was excited….he opened the mail and his eyes opened in disbelieve.
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