MANHATTAN 23:37 HRS
Light from a helicopters' spotlight shone through a window into a large room which everything out of place. Furniture had been overturned and the electricity wasn't working, so flicking a switch so that everyone could see better wasn't possible.
Outside on the street Manning was surrounded by reporters sheltering from the rain underneath their umbrellas. They were completely unaware if not a little suspicious that there was more to this situation than met the eye.
From the roof of the building a pair of eyes glinted as she watched him tell his casual lies. She remained untroubled by the rain, she could chose to remain dry if she so wished but then what would be the point of being out in the rain? It soaked her skin and made her hair glimmer like diamonds seen from the corner of ones' eye. It was dark her hair, like the night itself had seen fit to crown her head with pieces of itself and it had a mind of its' own; changing from perfect curls to silky straitness from one day to the next. Often enough it had happened, she'd gone to sleep with ringlets in her hair and woke looking as though someone had ironed her hair whilst she rested. It was most peculiar but like most everything else about her she never wanted to change it.
Giving one last glance to the people below she melted through the shadows and disappeared into the building through an open window. Remaining hidden she stole through he uppermost floors of the building until she could look down upon the main bidding hall, watching the agents walk right past her seat. It was still upright and was completely clean compared to everything else within the room.
She sat in perfect stillness as they looked around, splitting up to get everything over with quickly. Watching them she breathed in their scents, unique to each of them. Hellboy smelling like cats and old stone, his scent was around Liz as well faint but recognisable. She smelt of cherries and fire, an odd combination but it was her through and through. Her scent was present on Hellboy too, and it was apparent they were better acquainted then when she saw them last. Lastly there was Abe, who smelled not like fish as you would expect but like the water in his tank and faintly of the sea at times.
They had all changed, grown in different ways and it was good to see them well and flourishing. Life at the Bureau agreed with them all in some small measure or another, but from her memories of it it was nothing but a cage of stone and stale air. It became hard to breathe if she stayed down there for too long, and with endless protocols and rules the place was almost unbearable apart from these few.
As the "Tooth Faeries" revealed themselves she watched as they fell; the humans who had come with them and she smirked as Liz used her fire to keep them away from her. Guess she isn't afraid of herself any more... Then when it dawned on her what Liz was about to do, she ran back to the window in silence and pulled herself onto the roof just in time to see the windows explode and a suspiciously large person flew out from them to land on a car below. Shaking her head at Red who as far as she could see had finally got what he wanted she turned her head and more importantly her nose to the trail she had picked up before they arrived. It was colder now but no matter, even if the fabled Princes' scent had disappeared and it was barely there to begin with, his large friends scent was still strong.
Looking back down as the rest of the team emerged she smirked at their discomfort before climbing down the side of the building and following the trail along the streets of Manhattan until she came to East Side Rail yards.
Interesting.
I had the vague idea that I could possibly do something about Mr. Winks' unfortunate fate. I could keep him out of the story as he is in the film but just have him injured rather than dead, because I never liked that he died. What do you think?