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Who: Hellboy and Integra
What: The boss delivers a present!
Where: Hellsing guild hall, recreational area
When: TuesdayMisdi, mid-afternoon
Notes: Preliminary to monster plot kickoff proper.
Warnings: Truly dreadful treatment, in Integra's opinion, of a national treasure.

Sometimes it's best, when confronted with a puzzle that one can't figure out, to put it aside for a time, to let the subconscious work on it.

Thus it is that Hellboy is lounging in one of the larger comfy chairs in the rec area of the guild hall, one leg draped over the armrest, his little hoof-toes wiggling about idly as they dangle in the air. In his hands, he's got a book borrowed from the Inn, its cover adorned with bright, pulp style art of an intrepid adventurer encountering a large glittering jewel while ominous shapes lurk in the shadows, entitled, Tom Swift and His Shining Trapezohedron. A nearby coffee table has a couple of large maps of parts of the city, heavily marked with dots here and there. As the maps had been received rolled up, their current inclination to curl back up has been curtailed by a towel-wrapped golden sword.

Hellboy reads the book leisurely, occasionally looking at the maps again to see if anything pops out at him. Technically, he's sort of working, but could be interrupted if something came up.