Sam might catch the soft "huh..." from Rick but, again, he didn't want to risk fouling up the ritual by breaking her concentration or something. Then the line was picked up. Rick waved eagerly for her attention with a 'come on/ come here' gesture and a hoarse whisper of "Sam! Speakerphone..."
"...you call me on my personal phone and you don't know who I am?" Yep, that incredulous question is her first response. For what it's worth, there's no hint of offense. The tone is just the same level of shock she'd likely get if she'd somehow bypassed all telephonic security measures to call the phone in the Oval Office directly, untapped, and NOT know that she'd just reached the President of the United States.
But then the voice on the other end of the line seems to get down to business. "Name's Hellboy. I'm with the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense."
Rick couldn't help his flabbergasted outburst. "H-Hellboy!? Sam, YOU CALLED HELLBOY!?"
A chuff of humor sounded from the other end of the line. "The one and only, kid. And to answer your question . . . I know something about a soul-snatching shadow thing that might have fled as far as Quebec by now." There are some sounds and a grunt and some more sounds - he's shifted his cell phone to his stone hand so he can dig out some notes from one of his belt pouches. "What city are you in? And have you tried to engage the thing? If not, don't."
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"...you call me on my personal phone and you don't know who I am?" Yep, that incredulous question is her first response. For what it's worth, there's no hint of offense. The tone is just the same level of shock she'd likely get if she'd somehow bypassed all telephonic security measures to call the phone in the Oval Office directly, untapped, and NOT know that she'd just reached the President of the United States.
But then the voice on the other end of the line seems to get down to business. "Name's Hellboy. I'm with the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense."
Rick couldn't help his flabbergasted outburst. "H-Hellboy!? Sam, YOU CALLED HELLBOY!?"
A chuff of humor sounded from the other end of the line. "The one and only, kid. And to answer your question . . . I know something about a soul-snatching shadow thing that might have fled as far as Quebec by now." There are some sounds and a grunt and some more sounds - he's shifted his cell phone to his stone hand so he can dig out some notes from one of his belt pouches. "What city are you in? And have you tried to engage the thing? If not, don't."