10214/Agent Bob is not going to live this one down

Agent Bob is not going to live this one down
Date of Scene:	27 November 2019
Location:	Fort Joseph, Haven
Synopsis:	Hellboy comes to tell Nick he has nothing to worry ab- Oops.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Hellboy

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the night life closes for the night, the amount of foot traffic has dwindled down to nothing which apparently is prime time to be scheduling an appointment. Nick's still not sure what is going on to lead to the Bob brand shadow but there is the promise of answers if he goes to a previously determined location to meet up with one of the Bob coworkers. Wade vouched for the meet up so here Nick is, dressed up from his previous gig with his hair pulled back into a neat ponytail while carrying a bag holding his personal gear from the practice session with the other gig he's part of. They've just left The Blue Lady a few minutes ago and it's just him and his shadow, walking along the dark streets. "...At least it's not raining."

Hellboy has posed:
    A few seconds later, 'Bob' starts beeping. Well, not Bob specifically, but something in his suit jacket pocket. Opening the device up, the man gives a nod and ducks into an alley, making himself scarce as another figure approaches the musician.

    This figure is a familiar one, red skin with broken down horn stumps, yellow glowing eyes with a tan trench coat. Yeah, this figure is a pretty distinctive one, and that's before that massive right hand is seen.

    "Mr. Drago, hey. Name's Hellboy, Wade called me. Gotta admit, didn't know I'd be meeting you here in Bludhaven, but hey it is what it is. The smell could always be worse, I guess."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With Bob behind him, Nick isn't aware that Bob ducked away until Nick steps back slightly as Wade failed to mention the tiny detail of what the hell the guy he was going to be talking to looked like. He turns his head, looking down the only possible direction Bob went to and seeing him not all that concerned seems enough of a cue. "Yeah, Still have to work so we lined up a few gigs that are bit lower visibility." He tilts his head curiously, step back becoming more of a step forward, "So, Wade tells me there's some letter that freaked him out?"

Hellboy has posed:
    "Yeah, someone got a little worked up watching you in some vampire movie, and wrote you some dedicated 'fan mail'. It was creepy enough to get your buddy a little paranoid, enough that he called in the experts."

    As the big, red man speaks, he reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls that letter out, still in its envelope. Not covered in any bag or anything, just there and ready to be handled or read or otherwise manipulated. It was brought toward the musician, even as Hellboy watches with that impassive face of his.

    "For what it's worth, nobody's put any kind of a whammy on it, it's just a regular old-ass letter, written by someone with way too much time on their hands. But it's a good thing we checked, just in case. Anyway, I gotta get back home, thank you for your ti-"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"H-!" Normally Bob is a man of few words but this was even an extreme for this guy as a glance down the alley would show the tail end of his head bouncing off a wall in the alley. What it also would show is a figure already coming down towards the alley, blonde hair, male, possibly early 30s? It's really hard to tell with the distorted features of the face.

Nick, who had at the time been looking at a letter that Hellboy handed to him, has just finished a lengthy practice session and live performance, and is tired as heck does not get to utilize the advance warning Bob gave out. Instead, he is now finding himself getting tackled by a suddenly angry - thing. "f-!"

Hellboy has posed:
    For his part, HB had a fresh cigarette in his mouth and was reaching for a lighter when a pale, blonde stranger just full on tackled the tired scrawny musician as if this were the NFL...the old NFL before all the concussion scares and subsequent game changes. Usually stoic, the half-demon's mouth was open in dull surprise and his tail suddenly twitched violently. Moments later it was a sneer of anger as he reached his left hand down(the relatively smaller, 'normal' one) and made an attempt to grab the monstrous creature by his shirt collar, or his coat, or whatever was easy to grapple.

    "Wrong move, dumbass."

    Hellboy was damn strong, and if he had an easy grip on this stranger, it would be very easy for him to hoist the goon into the air, and slam him into the ground violently...of course, if this happeend, he'd be slamming him well away from Nick. And moments later, he'd be flung aside well across the street.

    "Mr. Drago, you ok down there? Did he get ya?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The blonde thing snarls, showing a set of pointed teeth to the musician under him, "DO YO-" And then, woop! Off the guy flies.

Nick's eyes, thanks to the rude awakening, are no longer tired looking, "I don't think so." He groans, the newly acquired aderenaline only doing so much for the pain from hitting the ground so hard. "Think he was trying a speech."

Hellboy has posed:
    "Yeah, sorry to hear that. If you can, try to follow Bob, let him get you somewhere safe. I'll ask Peroxide here how many of your albums he owns."

    He was speaking while not paying full attention to Nick, for Hellboy his focus was entirely on the scumbag who was now across the street. His left hand reached down and quickly unholstered the Samaritan, that ridiculous revolver cocked and ready. The bullets weren't strictly vampire killers, but being filled with holy water, garlic and silver shavings, they'd be agonizing to any regular run of the mill bloodsucker. Weapon aimed, HB made his way across the street, approaching the prone form.

    "Alright pal, face down on the ground and you don't get whalloped all to high heaven. How's that sound, huh?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
THUNK. Eventually gravity wins out and the blonde missile comes to a landing, skidding into the wall of a building. Considering the force, that should have been enough but the blonde presses his hands down and hops to his feet, glance shifting to where Nick is and then back to Hellboy. He darts off, heading away from the musician and red agent in what might be, the smartest move possible?

Nick shifts to his feet, reaching an arm to rub his back. Yeah, this is not going to do. As he steps back towards the alley, he shifts slightly, clothes and features still there, just mirrored. Pain gone, he walks a bit surer, swooping a hand down to grab his gig bag. Still stepping towards where Bob lays, he starts to fish out a wooden drumstick, spinning it in his fingertips once in assurance to himself.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Well, I tried."

    The second Fangy Fred turns and starts retreating, Hellboy takes aim square for the middle of the vampire's back, and pulls the trigger. The sound that comes from it is like thunder crackling down from Mount Olympus, and a bullet larger than a shotgun shell is flying through the air for its target. From this range HB has no idea if it was a miss or a hit, or if the bastard at least got winged, but after a few moments he trots back with his cloven hooves toward Nick with the drumstick.

    "So uhh, we're pretty open out here. Come with me, we'll be a hell of a lot safter over at the Bureau, and we'll look a lot less like sitting ducks."

    He wasn't afraid of this vampire, these days Hellboy wasn't really afraid of much except the mirror. But this was a civilian, completely unable to defend himself against a supernatural threat like this. There was no reason for the kid to be at risk.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
While close, the shot fails to hit its target, allowing for the vampire to duck down another alleyway disappearing into the shadows to regroup.

Nick had managed to check on Bob's still form before Hellboy came back over. "Problem. Bob's out cold." With the way Nick is at the moment and the size of the agent, he's not the best choice for carrying him.

That's right! Instead of an asset, The non-civillian Bob became a disadvantage!

Hellboy has posed:
    Who could have predicted something like this? Well, Bob was hoisted up easily enough over the half-Demon's shoulders, but this meant that Hellboy's right hand was mainly focused on keeping the agent steady and stable, which meant his left hand wielding that pistol was going to be the primary 'threat'...well, that and hooves and headbutts. But mainly the huge honkin' gun.

    "Alright, kid. Keep your eyes peeled then. Our only choice is to put fido down, if we can't take him alive for questioning. I just hope he's the kind that turns into dust, and not the kind that bleeds over every single solitary thing."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With Hellboy handicapped by a Bob and Nick armed with... a stick. Oh wait. He's got two now. There's a set in the bag. The musician nods as they start to move out. Considering the ally has a gun, Nick gives himself a bit of space from Hellboy so that there's actually room to AIM. "Alright."

They haven't even left the alley and blondie tries again, leaping down at Nick from behind, only to find him passing through the musician. Blondie, is a little surprised.

Hellboy has posed:
    In a moment, Hellboy would worry about the civilian suddenly becoming a ghost(though really, with a thriving Mutant population and an entire community of superheroes that Hellboy was in contact with, it wasn't too far beyond belief), in a while he would worry about anything other than the stunned, surprised vampire suddenly being a target. The hammer of that massive gun was cocked, aimed right for the creature's stomach. There's no time for funny quips or sentences, the SHIELD agent only has a fraction of a second before the speeding vamp eludes them again.

    The Samaritan is aimed at the creature's stomach, the trigger is squeezed and the shot rings out deafeningly. Vlad here was about to have one hell of a bellyache!