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Hellsing Recruit
I got off the train in London, England. It was about 5:30 P.M. The day was a cloudy, rainy, and normal for England. I was heading toward a building in Central London. I wasn't sure who was going to meet me. As I went off the platform, I was met by a man in army fatigues.
"My name is Lt. Peter Furgason. Welcome to London."
This man was a Lt. I mean he looked so old. How could he be in any army? Where was he taking me? Am I supposed to be solemn or what? What am I supposed to expect? Should I be scared?
"We are going to the main manor."
The main manor? What is this man talking about? Where are we going? What is the name of the army? Who am I working for?
Ok, first thing is first...I need to ask him a few questions. What am I going to ask him first though...? Maybe I should ask who I am gonna be working for...
"Excuse me, Lt."
"Yes?"
"Who am I going to be working for?"
He started to laugh. He gave me this look like I was crazy. Then he finally told me.
"You will be working for Sir Hellsing."
Sir Hellsing? I had never heard of Hellsing. Who is that? What am I going to be doing? Man this is gonna be weird... I am in the middle of London with an old man..and now I have to work for a private army owned by some man named Hellsing... this guy must be rich, man. So I am gonna be working for a rich old snob. Ha, that is somethin' else, man, somethin' else.
After a while we got out to a really big, old manor. This thing must have had at least 6 floors above ground, maybe more underground. The insignia on the gate was a large shield that said 'Hellsing-On a mission from God..' that is what gets me...weird. The guy parked in front of the doors and let me out. He told me to wait and went inside. He came back with a very tall good looking woman. She has long blond hair and glasses. She was wearing a business suit. She looked at me an spoke.
"I am Sir Integra Fairbrooks Windgates Hellsing. Welcome to my home. What is your name, rank, and place of origin."
All I could do is stare at her. Sir, how could she be a sir? She looks good though. Wait did she just ask me a question? Oh, boy.
"I am Seth Johnson of the U.S. Army, Black Ops. Second Lieutenant. I hail from Rachel, WV, sir!"
"Drop the formalities. This isn't the U.S. military. This is my army. You call me sir when I give you an order, is that clear soldier?"
"Yes, sir!",I replied.
Man this is gonna be weird. What next? Vampires?