Hey! Flyboy here, with the second installment of the Dark Phoenix-Flyboy works! This time, we take on Hellsing. Kuru handled the whole vampire deal, while I handled the "What-the-hell-is-going-on-this-can't-be-happening" angle. So, LET'S GET TO IT!

The Last of the White Vampires

Prologue- New Assignment

The buzzing of his desk phone drew the director away from his work on the latest allegations of corruption, almost thankfully. "Yes," he said, pressing the button.

"Sir, Agent Matthews is outside for his appointment."

The director nodded. "Alright, send him in."

In seconds, the door opened, and Agent William Matthews walked in. At only 200 pounds of mostly lean muscle, he didn't make an imposing a figure. But then in the CIA, nothing is ever as it seems. Striding up to the desk, Matthews stood at a rigid attention in front of his boss. "Sit down, Matthews, this is good news for you."

Sitting down rigidly, Matthews stared straight ahead, waiting for what would come next.

The director sighed. "Matthews, I won't beat around the bush. I'm sending you on a field assignment." The agents face lit up. "Yes, that's right, you're going on your first field mission." The director held up a hand for silence. "In two days, you will be going to England. It seems there's been some activity there that their government hasn't told us about, and we need to know how badly this could affect us. Is that clear?"

Matthews nodded with barely contained glee. "Crystal sir."

The director leaned back. "Good. Your passport and other things are waiting in room 1-3. Your contact will be one Walter Dorenz. That is all." Rising, the director stuck out his hand. "Good luck, Matthews."

Matthews shook vigorously. "Thank you sir. I promise, I won't let you down." Walking towards the door, he paused for a second, then opened the door, revealing the directors secretary standing outside, who was reaching for the handle before it was opened. With that, Matthews walked out the door, leaving both people confused.

Matthews was ecstatic. "My first field op! This is it!" He was nearly skipping down Langley's halls. After five years of riding a desk, he was finally moving up! Then he froze. He was in front of door 1-3. Swallowing his fear, he walked right in without hesitation. Inside were various men in various clothes, testing out what looked like weapons and other equipment. Carefully navigating the strange group of testers, Matthews found Dr. Thomas DeBier, testing yet another one of his personal pet projects, this time one that looked like a small alarm clock. Deciding against touching the man, he instead tapped the small bell that was on the man's desk. "Huh? Who's there?" The scientist's heavy southern twang turned the "there" into "thar", but it was nothing new. The heavy accent had become acceptable hearing in the eight years the man had been there. "Oh, Matthews, I heard about the news. Congratulations man," he said, shaking the agent's hand. "Well, since you're a new agent, I thought I'd give some new toys we've been working on. Follow me."

Matthews gazed around the large room as he walked. Men were firing guns, working with tools, and writing on giant whiteboards. The whole scene resembled the famous James Bond movies, except this was about as close as the intelligence world got to the super-spy.

"Alright," DeBier said, "Let's see…" Rummaging through some drawers and lockers, he soon came out bearing an assortment of weapons and devices. "Oh, here's a good one!" He put a watch on the table. "Ordinary looking Rolex, buy it anywhere, BUT! This conceals a small chemical laser. It's only got one shot, though, so make sure you use it in only the most desperate circumstances. Its effective range is one meter. Now," he said, putting down a pen. "This pen conceals darts containing some of the most lethal poisons we have. Two quick clicks, and you can kill from a meter and a half."

Matthews looked at both, and a shiver went up his spine. This was obviously deadly business. "So, can it reload?"

DeBier nodded. "Of course. Just unscrew the top…" And after five minutes, Matthews learned more about a pen than any man needed to know. "And finally," DeBier smiled, "Your defenses." He placed a pistol down on the table. "Beretta 9mm pistol, fifteen round mag, optimized with a laser sight. Three additional mags that can be inserted into your suitcase for added concealment." Staring proudly at his work, it took DeBier a second to remember what was happening. "Well! That about does it. So…" Searching for the words, he simply stuck out his hand. "Good luck, Matthews. You deserve a chance like this." Shaking hands, Matthews gathered up his things and walked out the door, to get ready for his first real mission.

"Oh, this is a great chance indeed…" said a small figure, curled under one of the testing desks. Unfortunately for him, it was a test desk for heat-based weapons.

The tech looked up from his experiments. He swore, that for a second, he had heard and animal cry out from under his station. But, since security would have confiscated it, he simply went on ahead with his work, passing it off as background noise.