It's dusk now, and the sun is just below the horizon. The last trills from the waterbirds and thrushes' songs are dying down, and the mist is high on Lake Toluca tonight. The air is clear and fresh, if damp from the fog, and from where you are, you can see lights twinkling both to the north and south, and a lighthouse off to the west
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"...?" He glances at Henry and helps with the needles some, looking. "The three wavy lines, doesn't that usually denote water?"
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"Hey! You ready to show me just what you can put out, power-wise?"
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Edgy, looking this way and that as if just waiting for them to be jumped.
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His left hand rests on the handle of the Samaritan in it's holster and he waits for it and all of his talismans to begin to burn him as they did the last time he was here.
"Dang. Who was supposed to pack the boat?"
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He looks out over the water.
"And I guess not everybody is up to that swim. So, time to find plan b."
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He hears the clacking on the rocks and knows that Hellboy is feeling impatient to move on. He is, too. "I don't think we'll be here long...."
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