This is a revision of the first chapter of my story.
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I do not own Hellsing.
London, England - Present Day
A London taxi pulls up in front of a manor with two armed guards at the gate. A man steps out of the cab after paying his fare and hefting a big hiking bag. He walks up to the gate. One guard intercepts him while another starts looking for other possible threats. "What is your business here?" says the guard. He replies, "I am John Riley. I am here to have a meeting with Sir Hellsing." The other guard started talking into radio. The he says, "He checks out. Let him pass." The gates open and he walks through them.
First Person Perspectice
Las Vegas, Nevada - 2 years ago
"Have you seen this guy?" I ask the security guy. The guy studies the picture and shakes his head. I nod and start walking away. I leave the casino and go on to the next one. It was my third night in Las Vegas and I hadn't found hide or hair of him. I needed help, these casinos would probably lie about the fact they had seen him, all they cared about was how much money they could rake in. So I decide it's worth the price to talk to a certain friend. I reach the next casino and I get to a pay telephone. I dial the number, it rings exactly three times before it is picked up, it always rings three times. "Hello John." I have no fucking clue how she knows its me every time but she does. I say, "Hello Rachel. I need help." She replies, "That's the things I like about you John you don't beat around the bush. What can I do?" I say, "Well I am in Las Vegas and all these casino guys are giving me the run-around. I need you to get into those security cameras and help me find these vampires and most especially him." There is a pause then, "I will see what I can do. Though you will owe me another one." I reply, "After I kill him you can call in every fucking favor you want and make me serve as your gigolo but not till then." I hang up. I know its not very polite but she doesn't mind, she knows what I'm like and I know what she is like. Two lonely souls who hate the world for making them the way they are.
After a good days rest I wait by the phone in my crappy motel room. I start checking the gear I have. Two lever action shotgun pistols, one .44 magnum revolver, one Duganov SVD rifle, one silver coated butterfly knife, ammo for the lot, and my BPQ. I put on my custom holster. Put all my weapons on with the exception of the Duganov. I check weapons that I have gotten from vamps, One Heckler and Koch SMG had a pretty full clip of regular bullets and it had a nice strap that i could put on my shoulder. Then I put on my leather jacket. The phone rings, I smile, I could always count on Rachel. I pick up the phone and say, "Hello." She replies, "They go down the strip every night and hit the Luxor at around midnight. They take a couple of people down in to the basement and they walk out around 2 am without the people they walked in with." I assimilated the information and said, "Do they have an arrangement with the manager?" She says, "No it looks like they have an arrangement with a few of the security guards." I sigh, "Well that makes it easier. I'll give you a ring in the morning if I am still alive." She shot back, "You can't die, God doesn't want you in heaven and the devil is too scared that you might take over hell." We say our goodbyes and I check out of the motel room paying in cash. I take my hiking bag that has the rest of stuff and threw it into the back of my t-bird. I drive over to the Luxor. That big black pyramid with its stupid light. I park and walk in, I check my watch it is about 11:45. I order a coke and pay for it, can't drink anything hard or else I might be too slow. I finish the coke and I unfocus. I can't really explain it I just sort of stop thinking and let everything flow through me. Then I spot them, vamps, I don't know how I am able to spot them, it is just a sixth sense I have I can spot things which are out of place. Vampires are one of them.
I follow them, they lose a couple grand at the tables and move over to an elevator that lead to the basement with a couple of party girls that they had picked up at the tables. I follow them and I see two security guards are guarding the elevator to the basement. I decide that I don't have time to mess around with finding a different way down. I walk up to them and put a bemused expression on my face. They put on their 'We are superior looks'. I am standing in between them and say, "Excuse me but where can I find the two assholes who are working with the vamps?" They're shocked, they have that split second hesitation that I was counting on. I grab their heads and crack them together. I step aside as they fall to the ground. I grab one of their keycards and press the button for the elevator. I wait the obligatory time needed for the elevator to come. The metallic doors open and I step in. I see that there are a few buttons to press but I go for the deepest storage level. I scan the roof of the elevator and rip out the camera. I'm not much for subtlety. I draw both of my shotgun pistols out and check to see what my ammo is like. One shell in the breech and another four in the underslung magazine. After a few minutes of listening to the stupid elevator music I finally reached the bottom floor. The doors opened, I took the whole scene in a glance.
