Under New Management: RP captain_flyboy<user site="livejournal.

[open_flame]

"You're really going to do this?  "I'm still not used to the idea of Jack being able to buy and sell his way into pretty much anything he wants. Ever since that day we came to tell Red about Prof. Broom having cancer, Jack had the idea that BPRD needed to be out of the FBI's control. It's true, the bureaucracy of the entire place was not an ideal situation, and since Broom died, things only got worse. I stare at the BPRD building for a few moments after the car stops, almost in a trance until I hear my door open.

"What I mean is", I continue as I step out of the car. " You're sure you want to give Red control of everything?"  The idea has merit I must admit, but Jack doesn't know Red like I know Red. Tom Manning may be the worse director in the entire history of BPRD, but at least he's professional, at least he can defuse the media bomb that Red insists on setting off every few weeks. "You really think he can handle running the show, the WHOLE show?"

This time we have clearance, though I'm not sure how Jack managed to swing that given the fact that he punched Manning in the face last time. I feel my stomach sink as the lift lowers to the basement, the hidden headquarters of BPRD.

"Is it too late to tell you not to go through with it?"  I ask Jack, only half joking.


(posting order is Liz, Jack, Manning. Tag Red in when needed)

Comments

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

"In looking at the staff records," I say ignoring the whole worry issue for the moment in favor of getting to the point, "there was only one agent I felt would carry on Trevor Broom's work the way he would have wanted."

I stand and walk over to Hellboy standing close enough that I can look him right in the eye. "And I am looking right at him," I add with a smile.

[righthanddoom.livejournal.com]

"Funny joke." I smirk at him. "But I'm not like my father." I add with a smile. I'm really not. I'll never be as good at this as he is. I've got an entirely different way of doing things.

"Good one, though. Really had me goin' for a second there."

I look over to Liz. "Come on, is it Abe, or is it you?" I bet it's Abe, Liz wouldn't want to come back here. As much as I want her too.

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

"Red, he's not kidding." I can't help but smile. I then stand and walk over to both of them. "Your father wanted you to following in his footsteps, to protect the human race. To keep doing what he created this place to do."

"Now you can. You can make this place the way your Father wanted it to be." I turn my head and smile at Jack. I want to tell him thank you, but I don't know how much he's told Red about how exactly he was able to get Manning out of power.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

"Liz is right," I say with a smile, "no one knows this place better then you. I've spoken with the staff and they are on board with the idea. Meyer's will serve as spokesperson and Abe as head of R and D."

I hold out my hand. "So whatta say Red wanna show your backer what this place can really do?"

[righthanddoom.livejournal.com]

"I don't have to wear a suit or sit in an office all day or anything like that, do I?" I ask, not really joking. That's just not my thing. "Boy Scout and Blue to help me out," I think out loud. "And everyone here has to do what I say?" I let out a laugh. "Sign me up!"

"Why'd you do it, though?" I ask as I shake Jack's hand again. "No, before you answer that, How'd you do it? This can't have been cheap, you know?"

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

"Red, no abusing your authority; be nice to the newbies." I scold him gently. Now it's my turn to pick on him. Turnabout is fair play, after all. "Yes, the whole gang, running the place. Sounds like a pretty good plan, right?" I say with a smile before realizing how thoughtless that was.

"I mean, almost the whole...I...you know, without me." I bite my lip and frown a bit before recovering a smile. "You can handle it, I know you can."

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

"No suit I promise," I say with a smile, "you coordinate, you protect and you nip trouble in the bud before you have to kill something."

"As to how, you happen to be looking at the third richest man in the world and rather than spend money on myself I want to spend it on something more worthwhile."

[righthanddoom.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a dream job if I heard of one." I smile at Liz until she starts to fumble on her words. "I can handle it, Liz. I will handle it." I won't tell her for that fleeting moment the idea of having her back here crossed my mind and make me feel like I used to. I shouldn't feel that way. She made her choice. It's not me. I have to man up and accept that, or this is going to be one hell of an awkward working arrangement.

"What's the catch, Jack?" I raise an eyebrow. "You just feeling charitable? It's not too common for rich guys to just buy up places and let someone else run them, is it? What do you get out of this?"

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

I swallow hard when Red looks at me. I can almost see what he's thinking as plain as day. He wants me to come back, but I can't. Even with Manning gone, BPRD just isn't the place for me anymore. Sometimes I wonder if it ever really was in the first place.

"You'll do great, Red." I choke out as I look away from him, barely listening as he talks to Jack.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

"No catch," I say honestly, "I just want Earth to have more then one line of defense in times of trouble."

I can't help thinking about Torchwood as I say this and for a moment I look sad. "We need all the heroes we can get Hellboy."

[righthanddoom.livejournal.com]

"Long as I got Blue and Myers to get my back, I can handle anything this world can dish out." I say with a smile, even though they both look kind of sad.

"Don't call me a hero, though." I continue. "I'm just doing my job. It's what anyone would do, I hope."

[open-flame.livejournal.com]

Bumping over