Well, that put a damper on any swimming plans. Abe could hardly leave L to his fate, he had enough guilt for what had happened to Scarecrow and nobody deserved such tortures. He packed up quickly, slipping the ring onto his finger (if he made it outside again he'd need to mark the place as Landel had said) and snapping the BPRD-issue belt around his waist with a sense of urgency.
Of course he probably wouldn't do very much damage with a baseball bat (he really needed to get his hand on a better weapon, even a steel pipe would be more useful) but Landel had defenses up for pure brutes. A trained agent of the occult might be far more effective than a rocket launcher.
That was assuming he made it there in time.
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