The long daylight hours grew weary for Integra's servant. He was growing restless, having no work in a matter of days, possibly weeks. He lay in his coffin, his sunglasses off and his gloved fingers tangled in his hair, his long sighs echoing throughout his dark tomb. He longed for another toy, but not one like Seras, although he wouldn't mind the blond hair. There was a tapping on his coffin lid and he pressed a button and his bed began to rise. Soon, a small amount of light flooded in and he spotted khaki colored pants and a brown belt. He realized that it wasn't Walter that was waking him from his slumber. It was the mercenary that Integra had hired some time ago. He went by the name of Pip Bernadette, and he had an ego the size of Buckingham Palace. He had long braided hair which he had kept hidden under his hat and he was of medium build and he knew how to shoot a gun, as well as command a team. Alucard sat up, swinging his feet over his bed, looking up at Pip.

"What is it," he asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Sir Integra asked me to come get you. It sounded urgent."

"Where is Walter? Usually, he is the one to come and get me if there is something that Integra needs."

"He's occupied, mate," he said, hinting not to press the matter any further. "Honestly, I have no idea what's going on. It sounded like Walter was on the phone with someone and Integra was listening."

Alucard raised an eyebrow and stood, smoothing out his pants, and pulled on his long red trench coat, placing his hand on the wall and disappeared through it, making his way up into Integra's office, stepping back through the wall. The moonlight illuminated the office as his blond haired master sat at her desk, smoking a cigar, looking at her laptop's screen. Something was different. She was…smiling. Walter, the butler and a retired officer of the Hellsing Organization, turned around, seeing Alucard. He was smiling as well and he was holding the phone up to his ear.

"He just walked in. Yes. Yes, hold on, I'll put you on speaker phone," he said, putting the phone down and pressing a button. "Go ahead."

"Oi, Uncle Alucard, I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up," a girl's voice said over the phone and Alucard's jaw dropped, going over behind Integra to see what was really on the laptop's screen. It was a girl on webcam, with long brown curly hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a headset and she was typing things on her computer, wearing a white tank top and black baggy shorts, smiling brightly as she stared into her camera.

"Well, well. If it isn't my little bratty niece," Alucard grinned, looking at the screen, smiling as if he was looking at the girl face to face. "How are you, Sakura?"

"I'm well, my wonderful bratty uncle," she grinned, running her hand through her hair. "We have a situation here in the States. Has Walter filled you in?"

"As you have said yourself, Agent Young," Integra said, taking a drag from her cigar, "Alucard just awoke from his sleep. Perhaps you could fill him in?"

"Of course, Sir Integra," she said, clearing her throat, opening a file. "One of my friends is in danger. Grave danger."

"What kind of danger, Sakura," Walter asked, leaning in on the desk.

"She witnessed a vampire gang kill the priest of her church. A Catholic priest."

"And what's wrong with that," Alucard smirked, loving the thought of going to hunt down the Vatican's priest, Anderson, and killing him.

"Well, of course, she's Catholic as well, but…"

"But what," Integra asked, stabbing out her cigar, looking at the screen.

"The priest…was her father."

"Isn't he everyone's father?"

"Sir Integra…he was her biological father. He raised her and cared for her. He was the only man she ever loved."

"Oh, dear," Walter whispered. "The poor girl. For someone to lose her father, especially to vampire scum, it's terrible."

"Yes, Walter and this priest…well, her father, he didn't stand a chance against this gang. They were just too strong. I'm afraid that I can't even beat them."

"Sakura, you were trained by the Hellsing Organization. How can you not take out a vampire gang?"

"This vampire gang is different. On the night that her father was killed, there were about ten vampires there, one leader and nine lackeys. She was in the back room and she heard a scuffle and when she went to see what was going on, she saw her father pinned up against the alter, fighting with two vampires. They punched him a few times and stepped away, and then they shot him, killing him. There was really nothing of him left. They had shot him so many times that his arms and legs were blown off and there was nothing left of his face. They…they drank his blood and she watched, mortified. She was heard crying, but she escaped. However, I'm afraid that this gang knows what she looks like and I'm afraid that there is a lot more than just the mere ten that she saw. I believe that there is twenty, possibly thirty, members of this gang."

"How long ago was this attack, Sakura," Integra asked, her hands folded in front of her.

"This attack was two weeks ago, Sir Integra. However, there have been minor attacks against civilians over the past two months, but there have been at least two or three vampires at each attack. I've only been able to kill two, if not all three. I was unaware of this attack until I heard the police report and my friend came back here and she was in hysterics."

"Wait. She lives with you?"

"Of course she does. She's one of my really good friends."

"Are you bloody mad, Agent Young," she yelled, slamming her fists on the desk.

"Don't worry, Sir Integra. She is unaware of the Hellsing Organization."

"What about your weapons, Sakura?"

"They are all hidden away in trunks. Don't worry, Walter, I've been keeping them clean."

Walter smiled, chuckling softly. "Good girl."

"So…Sir Integra, what I mean to ask is…May I please have some help to wipe out this gang?"

Integra sat there, silent, still angry at Sakura for having a civilian as her roommate. She had already risked enough by being in the States, although she had been there for over six years and still hadn't said a word about the Hellsing Organization.

"Integra," Alucard spoke, looking at her, "let me go. Please, let me go. It's been quiet here and I could use some time away from this dreary city."

"If I may, Miss Integra," Walter said, looking at her as well, smiling softly. "This gang does sound like an awful lot for Sakura to handle on her own. I'm sure she would love some help."

She sighed, looking at the screen. "All right, all right, Sakura. Expect Alucard and another mercenary to be in New York within a couple of days."

"Thank you, Sir Integra. Thank you so much."

She nodded. "Don't tell your friend about us until Alucard gets there."

"Yes, Sir Integra," she said, and she was about to say something else until there was a blood curdling scream coming from another part of the loft that Sakura lived in. "Fuck," she said, her body turning in the computer chair.

"What in God's name was that," Walter asked, mortified by the sound that echoed through the empty office from the phone.

"That…was Saiyuri," she replied, looking towards her friend's bedroom. "She's having another nightmare. I think I better go."

"I suggest you do, Sakura, and take care of your friend. Expect Alucard and the mercenary in two days."

"Right. Goodnight, Walter, Alucard, Sir Integra."

"Goodnight," the three said in unison and the line clicked and the webcam disconnected and Sakura's image was gone. Alucard looked at his master, smirking.

"Her friend's scream was just the sound I needed to hear before I go back to my slumber. I can only imagine what sounds she makes in bed."

"Oh, Alucard, shut up. Be happy that I am even letting you go to the States, and you're taking Pip with you."

"I believe Sakura asked for a mercenary, not baggage."

"Oi, I heard that," he said, coming into the office. "Sorry, Sir Integra, I didn't want to interrupt your phone conversation."

"It's all right, Pip. If I were you, I would pack your bags. You're leaving for the States tomorrow with Alucard."

"The States? I get to party with the Yanks now?"

Integra rolled her eyes, looking at Pip. "Alucard will fill you in tomorrow. For now, get some rest."

The two nodded and left the room, leaving Walter and Integra alone in her office.

"You seem troubled, Integra."

"Do you think I should really trust Alucard to go the States with Pip?"

"I'm sure that Sakura will keep them in line. Why are you having doubts?"

"I just have a bad feeling about this friend of hers. I don't trust her."

"It's not because she's Catholic, is it?"

"I'm afraid that she knows more than she's letting on and that Alucard's arrival will confirm her suspicions and she'll blab to the media."

"I don't think she would do that, Integra. I'm sure that she and Sakura have been friends since Sakura's arrival in the States."

Integra nodded. "I just have a feeling that the Vatican will be all over this."

"And if they are?"

"Alucard would take care of it."