I practically run to Tom Manning's office, preying he'll do me this favor. I know he's got no reason to, but I don't know of any other way. Thank God he's just walking out the door when I get there, I hate being in his office.
"Manning! I need into Broom's study, now!" I beg.
"And Hello to you too, Elizabeth. I'm doing fine, Thank you so much for asking." He frowns back at me, disapprovingly. Guess he's still sore about being left in that mausoleum in Russia.
I roll my eyes at him. "Hello, Dr. Manning, how are you doing?" I don't have time to play this game. Jack gets a bit too chatty when he's nervous, and he might say something to Red that might get him killed. Good thing he can't actually die.
"I'd be better if you'd give me a little bit more notice before you come visit you red Ape friend, Miss Sherman." Manning raises an eyebrow when he said 'Miss'. Asshole. He's so glad I'm not an agent anymore. " Not to mention a bit more background information on guests; who is this 'Captain Harkness', anyway?" He finishes with a curious tone.
"He's a friend....Broom's friend. We need to talk to Hellboy about Broom." I state simply.
Manning shrugs, getting the hint I wasn't going to tell him anymore. "I see no harm in you looking through Trevor's old things. We closed that case before you left. Hellboy wants his study kept the way it was. I could have that study, you know. I'm in charge now." He unlocks and pulls open the door to Broom's study for me.
"Yeah, I know you're in charge." I huff back at him. Just another reason for me to leave. I can't stand that pompous jerk. "Thank you, Dr. Manning." I nod, then turn and dive into searching Broom's study for the photo albums. I know they're here, I helped him put them together. I hope there are some pictures of Jack and Hellboy; he had pictures of everything. He said there was a solider there who took more pictures than I did. I didn't believe him until I saw the stack of boxes. It took me years to organize them all. It was a great distraction, kept me calm when things got hard.
"Come on, where are they?" I let out a frustrated sigh. I know they're in here, but where?
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Date: 2009-09-20 12:42 pm (UTC)"Manning! I need into Broom's study, now!" I beg.
"And Hello to you too, Elizabeth. I'm doing fine, Thank you so much for asking." He frowns back at me, disapprovingly. Guess he's still sore about being left in that mausoleum in Russia.
I roll my eyes at him. "Hello, Dr. Manning, how are you doing?" I don't have time to play this game. Jack gets a bit too chatty when he's nervous, and he might say something to Red that might get him killed. Good thing he can't actually die.
"I'd be better if you'd give me a little bit more notice before you come visit you red Ape friend, Miss Sherman." Manning raises an eyebrow when he said 'Miss'. Asshole. He's so glad I'm not an agent anymore. " Not to mention a bit more background information on guests; who is this 'Captain Harkness', anyway?" He finishes with a curious tone.
"He's a friend....Broom's friend. We need to talk to Hellboy about Broom." I state simply.
Manning shrugs, getting the hint I wasn't going to tell him anymore. "I see no harm in you looking through Trevor's old things. We closed that case before you left. Hellboy wants his study kept the way it was. I could have that study, you know. I'm in charge now." He unlocks and pulls open the door to Broom's study for me.
"Yeah, I know you're in charge." I huff back at him. Just another reason for me to leave. I can't stand that pompous jerk. "Thank you, Dr. Manning." I nod, then turn and dive into searching Broom's study for the photo albums. I know they're here, I helped him put them together. I hope there are some pictures of Jack and Hellboy; he had pictures of everything. He said there was a solider there who took more pictures than I did. I didn't believe him until I saw the stack of boxes. It took me years to organize them all. It was a great distraction, kept me calm when things got hard.
"Come on, where are they?" I let out a frustrated sigh. I know they're in here, but where?