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Seras let out a sigh. She'd been given some leave by Sir Integra to go wander the streets of London at night. She'd wandered into a local bar called Hole in the Sky. The bar had gotten its name from a song from the heavy metal band Black Sabbath. Since she was on leave, she'd decided to wear a khaki trenchcoat over her usual yellow uniform. She sat close to the end of the bar counter, a glass of water clutched in her hands.
"What a beautiful night out," A voice said and almost caused Seras to jump out of her seat. She looked toward the last seat at the bar and gaped.
A massive person sat on the barstool at the end of the counter and seemed to appear from nowhere. He wore a long black trenchcoat with the collar turned up to conceal the lower half of his face. He wore a wide-brimmed black fedora, similar to the hat that Alucard wore. What caught her off guard was the body of stranger. His long arms looked like they stretched all the way down to his feet, and even then she guessed he stood at least nine feet tall. His hands appeared to have the span of the diameter of one of the wheels on a semi-truck. What creeped her out the most was the fact that its face seemed to be covered in shadow, even though the bar was well lit. A pair of bloodred eyes with skyblue pupils could be seen looking at Seras over the edge of the collar. Seras realized immediately that this man was not human.
"Vhat vill it be miss?" A voice asked. Seras turned to answer when a gas was sprayed in her face. She coughed, inhaling some of the gas and blinking. Everything was getting blurry. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was a blond haired teenage male with cat ears.
Warrant Officer Schrödinger was feeling particularly pleased with himself. He'd used the sleeping gas just like the Dok had told him to and it actually. "Hey Captain. She's asleep!" He called out to the stoic werewolf. The Captain silently stepped out of the shadows. He gave a polite nod to the stranger. Then the lycanthrope picked up the unconscious Seras and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"So where are you headed?" The strange creature asked, looking over at Schrödinger as he reached over the bar counter and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"A place in Deutschland called Sin Castle," The big-mouthed cat-boy replied cheerfully as the Captain left the bar.
The midian dropped the bottle and in the blink of an eye produced an ArmsCorps 45mm MGM from inside the depths of his pitch black trenchcoat. In that same instant he shot Schrödinger point blank, which resulted in a gory mess. He reached the alleyway that the Captain was in right as the bottle of alcohol shattered on the bar floor.
"I suggest you let her go," The midian said coldly as he aimed the MGM at the Captain and pulled out a second one for his other hand.
The Captain ignored his request. Instead, he jumped up the walls of the alley until he reached the roof, where a Millennium helicopter was waiting. The door opened and Rip Van Winkle waved the Captain inside. Schrödinger already sat inside the copter, watching for the midian that shot him.
He didn't have to wait long. The man slid out of the helicopter's shadow, guns drawn. He took aim at the rotor blades but was hit at point-blank range with Rip Van's musket. The projectile tore through him while the helicopter took off and flew away from the bar. Rip Van flashed her trademark evil grin as she watched her target get turned into Swiss cheese.
After the musket ball had finished tearing the midian apart, it toppled like a great tree of the American forest. After the helicopter had flown out of the midian's hawk-like eyesight, his body slowly started to reform. The shadows of the bar's roof filled in the many holes the musket ball had created and solidified, regenerating the demon's body in a rapid fashion.
'Damn,' the midian thought as he looked toward the English Channel, 'I'll have to contact Iscariot on this one.'
To Be Continued...