In only just a few hours, a cargo plane had been commissioned and filled up with supplies. Maizie, Liz, and other agents gathered onto the large plane then within minutes, the plane lifted into the air, heading towards its' destination. Hellboy's voice rang in the air as Maizie and another agent moved a large crate that was stenciled with the words 'Fragile. Live Cargo.' Maizie listened to Hellboy as she worked on the crate.
"'One falls, two shall arise.'" Hellboy stated. "So, you pop one, two come out. You kill two, you get four. You kill four, you're in trouble." He looked up and met the eyes of Liz and Manning. "We have to nail 'em all at once. And the eggs."
Manning spoke, "When we do, No mumbo-jumbo. Double core Vulcan-65 grenades."
Maizie rolled her eyes as she walked up to the group and Manning pulled up a set of belts. Manning continued, "We've installed a very handy timer. Set it, walk away. Cable pulls the safety pins, Ka-Boom! Easy to clean, easy to use-"
"Those things never work," Hellboy interrupted. "Never."
Manning ignored Hellboy as he handed one to Maizie. She lifted it up and eyed it. "Each of us gets a belt."
Hellboy shrugs, "I won't wear 'em. They never work."
Manning pinched the bridge of his nose, already irate with Hellboy. Maizie sighed and took Hellboy's belt.
"I'll take his," Maizie said.
Hellboy muttered under his breath, "Girl scout."
"Bite me," Maizie retorted back.
Hellboy gave her a grin.
Many hours later, the plane landed in Moscow, and they all gathered into vans and trucks. Hellboy had been sequestered into the Live Cargo crate and loaded onto the truck. Maizie and Liz sat up front. Maizie drove as Liz struggled to understand the map they had been given. Liz picked up a radio that nestled between them and turned it on. It crackled and she spoke into it.
"Sparky to Big Red…"
Inside the crate, Liz's voice rang inside the tight space and Hellboy lifted his radio with a raised eyebrow.
"Sparky?" Hellboy exclaimed. "Who came up with that? Myers?"
Back in the front, both Maizie and Liz snickered.
"It's better than what he probably would've come up with," Maizie said to Liz.
Liz laughed as she looked at the map.
"Looks like we gotta go that way," Liz said as she pointed with the radio to a dirt roadway on their left.
Maizie flicked down the signal as Liz spoke into the radio again.
"We're leaving the main road so hang on," Liz said.
The truck turned and started to slow down on a series of large bumps. Hellboy, in the crate, slid around in the box. His head hitting the top of it. He grunted as he attempted to roll with the shocks.
"This better be the place or I'll puke."
The truck stopped just as he said that. He sat in the dark for a moment before the top was pried opened. Liz peeked in, the bright sunlight behind her.
"Come out and see," She said as she stepped back so Hellboy could get out.
The sunlight was so bright that he had to take a moment to adjust. Once his eyes adjusted, he was able to see a cemetery.
"Sebastian Plackba #16…" Hellboy whispered.
The cemetery was filled with dead vines, endless rows of crypts, and tombstones that poked through the foliage. A broken spiked fence lined the area. Some of the agents began to walk around the cemetery. Manning looked around.
"Forget it!" Manning said as he turned around. "This is practically a city. And it stinks, and it's muddy."
Maizie and Liz traded looks as Manning spoke.
"We'll go back, check into a hotel, and regroup after breakfast. We'll have to make a grid, go by quadrants. Maybe satellite photography." Manning gestured towards the vehicles and all the agents except for Hellboy, Liz, and Maizie, followed the director.
Hellboy stepped forward, "Let me ask for directions."
Manning sighed in exasperation as Hellboy went looking. He stopped at a grave, lifted a broken stone cover, and jumped in. He pulls a piece of jewelry from inside his jacket and set it on the corpse below him. He muttered in Latin and then before anyone could wonder what he said, the corpse began to twitch and shake. Then the dead body began to breathe. It spoke in Russian. Maizie looked at Liz. They both exchanged a look of awe and horror. Hellboy lifted the corpse and slung it over his back, then stepped out of the grave.
Hellboy turned to the group, "Sixty feet further, comrades, and three rows in."
The corpse lifted a bony finger in the direction Hellboy stated.
"This here is Ivan Klimentovich: Say "hi" Ivan," Hellboy said.
The corpse muttered in response. Hellboy seemed to understand the dead creature and he turned towards the direction of a large mausoleum that seemed to look like a small castle. The group followed Hellboy. They entered the building. Two agents stayed outside to guard the mausoleum. Flashlights flickered on within the group as darkness descended on them.
As they walked through, they spotted yellowed skulls. Maizie's flashlight flickered and it went out. She shakes it and it comes back. It made her nervous for the upcoming trip. It felt like an omen. She looked around and inched closer to Liz and Hellboy. The group met a set of stairs, and they began to descend it. Once they reached the bottom, they stopped. Three corridors that branched off into different areas.
"We'll be alright…as long as we don't separate—" Hellboy began to say before a loud clang of noise interrupted. Large, spiked metal plates shot up from the ground, destroying the staircase, leaving no way back for them. They lost an agent.
The group split in half. Liz and Maizie were together while Hellboy and the others were together. Hellboy flicked his walkie-talkie on.
"Okay, someone's expecting us. Turn on your locators. Anyone sees anything…"
"Marco…" Liz said.
"Polo…" Hellboy sighed. He was relieved that at least Liz was okay.
Maizie pulled Liz's hand to her mouth, the radio touching her lips. "Are you sure about this?"
Hellboy replied, "On a scale of one to ten: two. But…she'll take care of you Myers. She's a tough one."
Maizie just rolled her eyes in reply as Liz signed off the radio. Together the women walked off into the corridor, while the other agents took their own journey.