aaaaaaaagh_sky | Grayditch

The scene that presents itself to the people arriving from Milliways is one of devastation old and new. The shattered, weathered remains of what had once been a city street spill out to either side, and half-standing, half-slumping outer walls are all that remain of most of the buildings. There are no people here, no animals, no life to be seen...

Well, no. That's not necessarily true. Here and there, fires burn merrily, and the occasional scratching scuttling sound can be heard on the sullen August winds that wind through the empty streets.

"This is it," Ellen says. "Welcome to Grayditch."

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There's a crack! and one of the ants screams and thrashes. The other staggers back, shaking its head frantically, and turns to face the two figures at the end of the street. Whether it can muster another firebreath or not is unclear, but it can still sure as hell charge.

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Blam! Blam! Blam!

Lousy shot or not, Red took his time aiming and the Samaritan has Really big bullets.

"Ant, you just bought the farm."

Holstering the still smoking gun he smirks. Along with the antennae thing he's totally going to have to remember that line, too.

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"Oh, very nice," Ellen says as she lowers the rifle and looks at all that remains of the two ants. "Wow. I don't think that thing even has a head any more. Who makes that gun, anyway?"

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"It's custom. They made it for me back at the Bureau. I make the bullets. Got another one I'm tryin' to get them to make for me, that one's going to pack a real punch."

Starting to walk again he nods at the rifle in her hands.

"You're a pretty good shot."

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"Thank you," says Ellen. "Dad gave me a BB gun when I was ten years old. I practiced with it just about every day, as long as I could round up all of the beebees afterwards. The supply was a little limited. This-" She nods to the gun. "This came from a man in Minefield who was trying to kill me. A friend of mine took him down, but she said I could have the rifle."

She thinks a minute, then nods to the alley the ants came out of.

"We should see if Mr. Wilks' body is in there somewhere," she says. "I kinda don't think we're going to have good news for Bryan, but he deserves an answer, at least."

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"At first my father didn't want me messin' with guns, but I grew up on a base so they were everywhere. Eventually he decided it was good for me to at least know how to handle one an' I was taught by some of the guys around. Never was good at aiming, though."

He gives her a smile and follows her lead.

"With all these bugs running around you're probably right."

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"Did they check which eye was the dominant one?" Ellen asks curiously. "Officer Gomez told me once that his son Freddy had a horrible time learning to shoot because he was right-handed but not right-eyed, and he couldn't deal with switching the hand he had to use to shoot. Sometimes that happens."

The alley is trash and ashes, for the most part, with the slumping, half-disintegrated remains of houses' back walls having long since sloughed down to street level. One or two of the buildings have dumpsters behind them. The majority of the dumpsters are open, but there's one with its lid firmly shut. Tongue in her cheek for a moment, Ellen considers.

"Think someone could hide in one of those?"

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He pauses in his step a moment then resumes walking.

"You know... I don't think they ever did. Huh, maybe that's it."

He examines the alley, eyes settling on the closed dumpster.

"Could be, I'll check it out."

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Ellen nods and returns the sniper rifle to its sling on her back. At this range she couldn't really use it, so she's switching back to the laser pistol she got off the Talon Company men and hoping for the best. Anything could come at them while Red's checking in there, after all.

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He reaches for the lid with his flesh hand, the stone one drawn back so he can swing at anything that might come out. The lid doesn't budge though and he looks at it and sees a lock.

Figuring that's kind of weird, and hoping he's not going to find ancient garbage when he gets it open, he starts trying to pry it up.

A few swift hits with his stone hand dents the lid and he gets his fingers underneath and with a hard pull breaks it open.

"Hey!" Turning over his shoulder he waves over Ellen. "There's some stuff in here."

A gun and ammo and, Ooo, those look like some kind of grenades.

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Ellen clambers over a nearby pile of rubble to get a good look inside. "Oh my," she says as she drops in to pick up the weaponry. "I don't think I've ever seen one of those before- I'd offer it to you, but it looks a little small for you... did you want the grenades?"

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He watches her, offering a hand down to help pull her out.

"Sure, I'll take a couple." He's found that grenades can be handy for certain, special occasions.

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Ellen hands four of them over, clipping the remainder onto her belt. "I haven't used these very much," she says, "but I have a good throwing arm, and I can put a baseball where I need it to be without much trying, so if worst comes to worst at least it won't come bouncing back at us." The gun gets checked for ammunition- you don't want to tote an unfamiliar firearm around when it might go off straight at your foot- and then stuck into her belt, and the bullets go into one of her pockets. "All right, I'm good... this must've been somebody's supply cache once."

With Hellboy's help, she scrambles out of the dumpster.

"Doubt they'll be coming back for it, though. Whoever they were."

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Hellboy's method of grenade deployment sometimes involves him letting something big and nasty swallow him and blow the thing up from the inside, but he has no problem with Ellen's way of doing it.

The grenades she gives him gets tucked into his coat pockets and he shuts the lid after she's out again.

"Yeah, with these ants running around if someone didn't get this stuff by now I'm sure they aren't going to any time soon."

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Speaking of the ants, one of them chitters angrily at Hellboy and Ellen from the end of the alleyway.

"Yeep!"

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Hellboy turns to face the ant in an intimidating fashion (whether or not this display is lost on the ant doesn't seem to be something he's worried about) and starts moving forward.

He puts himself in front of Ellen but tries to give her a clear shot at it.

"C'mere, you."

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This strikes Ellen as an excellent time to find out whether that Magnum is going to be any good or not. Besides, it's faster to pop a couple of bullets into a revolver than to get out a sniper rifle and take aim from this distance-

We'd like to say she gets off three shots in quick succession, but let's be honest here. Who ever gets off three shots in quick succession their first time using a .44? Unless they have, like, adamantium wrists or something? At least the first bullet does strike it just shy of the antennae, setting it to flailing wildly.

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Since the shot doesn't finish the job Hellboy moves in. He's running before he gets to the end of the alley and jumps, aiming for the ant's back with his stone fist drawn to lay a good ol' smackdown.

There are guts, but he's pretty well used to it by now.

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You know how, once upon a time, it was considered very funny to imitate the Pink Panther movie theme by singing the words 'dead ant, dead ant, dead ant dead ant dead ant" to the tune?

... well, it was if you were about six or seven. Shut up.

Anyway. Point is. That is one very dead ant there.

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Red makes sure it's actually dead before straightening up and walking back over to Ellen.

"Let's keep lookin'." He nods the way they were going when they first came across the dumpster, picking ant mess off the back of his hand.

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"Fine with me," says Ellen. "Thank you, by the way."

As they emerge from the alley, the nearest ants are quite some distance away- far enough that they don't seem to have seen either of the two upright figures. Ellen starts to reach for her rifle, but pauses, putting a hand to her ear instead. "Getting something on the headset," she reports. "Hang on... I'm here. I guess he doesn't have a name tag, huh?"

She glances up at Hellboy and murmurs quietly, "I think Tanya and Val might've found Bryan's father."

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While she talks to the others he keeps an eye on the ants.

"Damn."

He wasn't really expecting for them to find the guy alive, but that doesn't mean he wasn't hoping.

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Ellen nods a little, one hand still at her ear. "I think you're right," she says into the radio. "Hellboy and I will go let Bryan know. After that I'll call Spoon and Yuuno. I think it might not be a bad idea to track these things back to their source, before anybody else gets hurt."

She glances up at Hellboy as she says that, just to make sure she's not overstepping her bounds.

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He looks over and gives her a nod.

It's a good idea, and he has no problem going along.

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Ellen nods and murmurs a few other things into the headset, then turns back to Hellboy. "Bryan's right this way," she says, and turns back towards the other end of the alley. "He, um, might think you're some kind of a mutant. We don't have a lot of large red people here."