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The door opens to a muddy, tree lined bank. The lake waves make plopping sounds as they lap against the shore and the air is filled with the sounds of insects and lake birds.

It's secluded enough, the tree line dark and save for the floating bits of wreckage not far off shore the waters are empty. Dusk is nearing and it is cool but not cold yet.

When Hellboy steps through the door he sinks to the tops of his boots in the soft mud. Looking down he grumbles and lifts a leg to pull it free.

"Welcome to Monster Island, home of snakes, beavers and our friend the Ogogpogo."

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"Not a problem," says the truck. "And I got a lucky scan in when I hit Earth."

He revvs his engine and heads off towards the building of which Hellboy spoke.

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"I appreciate you two helpin me out here. I usually like to do the job alone but I was fed up with being chewed on and smelling like fish. You need anything lemme know." Hellboy says riding along.

"You drink Ironhide?" Red doesn't know the first thing about robots really.

"My friend Ace," Lissar states firmly, "is getting married. I need males willing to remove clothing to music."

Pause.

"Ironhide likes beer." And Hellboy maybe wants one now?

"Beer's good," the truck confirms. "I'm not real fussy about it. It all burns up in my power core pretty much the same."

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...

That is the first time he's ever been asked that one. Infact, he's never even imagined someone would ask him that one.

"And you want me to find someone for you?" He asks, somewhat hopeful.

The question of drinking is forgotten for the moment in the stripper talk.

"You are male, humanoid, and possess what appears to be a well-formed body." Lissar states clinically, "Ace enjoys muscular bodies, as far as I can tell."

Ironhide is suddenly glad he's not Bumblebee.

He really doesn't want to provide a soundtrack for this.

That's what he was afraid she had in mind.

"You sure there ain't a monster or like...old boyfriend or something you want me to hit instead?" He offers. "Maybe I could move some furniture."

He shakes his head, not wanting to seem like he's trying to weasle out of anything and nods, "Never mind. I'll do what you need. Can I bring a friend?"

No way is he going through something like this alone.

"He's also of the male humanoid and studly variety."

It's not like there was ever that much of a risk that she'd fail. It'd be a fairly simple victory soundtrack.

"Ironhide has the market upon beating my father." Lissar states, rubbing the driver's seat with her palms, "I am in need of naked males. Bring your friend, yes. Thank you."

"I'm gonna be waiting outside," the truck mutters. "I don't wear clothes to begin with."

"Alright then." He nods. "You got us. Just let me know when it's at and we'll uh...be ready."

This is really not what he had in mind. But hey, could be fun right? Maybe. As long as there is no screaming it'll be fine.

"Nor are you exactly male, beloved." Lissar points out. "I may join you, should things get difficult for me." She does, after all, have issues with males. "Thank you. This party is difficult for me, I am not that kind of woman."

"Ace'd better appreciate it, that's all I'm saying. We nearly there yet, Red?"

"Yeah, she should." Hellboy agrees with Ironhide.

He gives a 'no problem' smile to Lissar and points ahead.

"It's just around this bend here. Not as big as the marina back on the mainland but there's a shack we can use to get back to Milliways."

Lissar smiles back, "She will. I am certain of it."

"Great."

The truck rounds the bend and pulls to a stop just in front of the shack.

"All ashore who's going ashore."

Someone needs to work on his Earth metaphors.

Hellboy hops out and shuts the door, standing back to watch Ironhide shift back.

"We outta have a few rounds sometime." He says, finally getting back to the beer matter. "I have trouble findin people who can keep up with me and you look like you could do it."

Lissar steps out as well and pats Ironhide on the door before stepping away, "I shall provide the painkillers and shades." she says with a shake of her head.

The electronic noises sound out as metal slides over metal and Ironhide stands up. "I don't see why not," he says agreeably. "Sometime soon."

"Great." Hellboy grins. "I'm just gonna let you two back in, I gotta stick around for when the others arrive to take care of our friend."

He steps up to the door and opens it to Milliways, eyeing the door and looking back at Ironhide. "You going to get through all right?"

Lissar beams up at Ironhide (he truly is lovely in his true size) and then steps into the bar. "Thank you again, Red. I shall notify you when the time is come."

"I'll be fine," says Ironhide, and hunches down. He'll be passing through the door one segment at a time; the subspace compression field works pretty quickly, even if all he does is stick an arm through and then inch inward. "See you around."

"Hey, thank you. The bait idea was a good one." Hellboy raises his hand and waves at her.

"Later." He nods at Ironhide, watching curiously as the robot goes through. Then he shuts the door and starts heading back.

Funny thing, he could have sworn the reports said forty feet for the creature, but it didn't seem nearly that long.

Oh well, probably just wasn't paying good enough attention during the mission briefing. No surprise there.

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