Hey all, Alpha Mike here. I've thoroughly enjoyed Hellsing in all its forms, and always felt that Seras should have more of a spot light than she was given. Now, this may be a caffeine induced stroke of 5 AM autism, but I was playing Xcom while reading a Hellsing fan fic and decided instantly that the two needed to be mixed. I've written short stories in the past, but never a full length story, so any pointers will be well appreciated. Thanks in advance for reading the opening pages. The story will be taking place 2 years after the Anglo-American Bio Terrorism Incident, and the fruition of the Major's ingenious plan to defeat Alucard. Now, the governments of the world race to contain the information of an imminent alien invasion whilst the secret XCOM organization does its best to combat the threat. Inevitably the worlds of the supernatural and the alien will intertwine when operatives from both Hellsing and XCOM meet in England as both believe a situation is their brand of weird following a rash of abductions by seemingly inhuman creatures.

Prologue

Natalia

To most passers by, Commander Natalia Stukhov didn't look particularly imposing. Roughly 5' 6", Maybe 120lbs, and a soft featured face framed by shoulder length blonde hair that looked like it would be more at home on a Hollywood actress than a former Spetsnaz sniper. Despite being the youngest candidate for the project by nearly 15 years, she had more combat experience and tactical acumen than most of the others combined. The deciding factor though, was her ingenuity. Time and time again she had turned disaster into victory by the most unlikely or innocuous means. For this project, the ability to adapt was needed. A fresh perspective on warfare, to face a threat the world had only imagined. It was a terrible weight and burden, but one she would bear gladly.

"Bradford, status report." She stated simply as she stopped beside him overlooking mission control.

A representative from the US army, Lieutenant Bradford had only recently graduated from West Point, but was nominated for the project for his superb administrative talent and quick thinking.

"The engineers have completed the upper levels ahead of schedule and ground has already been broken on sub level 1. All systems are operating at forty percent capacity and are expected to be fully operational by the end of the week." Bradford pauses for a moment as he consults his data pad.

"All interceptors are on station and awaiting orders, and nearly all the recruits have arrived. They're currently on stand by in the barracks."

The commander nodded curtly as she examined the roster. "Good. Keep me informed."

She glanced over the roster for perhaps the hundredth time since she'd been briefed on her new command. She knew the names of all her troops and pilots, but she wanted to know as much about her squad leaders before the first operation as possible.

Alpha Squad, made up of men and women mostly from American and British special forces was led by Captain Alan Blake, a MARSOC operator who had seen 4 tours in Afghanistan, and carried out more than 20 successful black ops. Beyond the various commendations for valor, there was little to know about how he actually worked since the americans insisted on maintaining the mission files as classified. As for the team themselves, they were primarily trained in anti terrorist tactics. Skilled in combatting guerilla forces in both urban and desert terrain. One of the entries always caught her eye though, a Cedric Smith. He had no special forces training like the others, but had been recommended quite highly by the English during the initial stages of the project. He was a mercenary from a group called the Wild Geese who saw action in London during the Anglo-American Bio Terrorism Incident 2 years ago.

Bravo Squad she was much more familiar with. Led by Captain Boris Petrovich, this squad was made up almost entirely of former Spetsnaz, as well as 2 chinese engineers. Boris was a solid leader, but he lacked imagination and tended to use brute force and firepower to overcome his opponents. Despite this, he had a record as an inspiring leader to the men underneath him and was well known for his bold, but undeniably affective assault tactics. As a whole they were well suited for demolitions, and combatting hard targets.

She always scowled as she turned to the third page, both because of the fact she currently only had three squads at her command, and because she detested Major Karl Wolf. It had been her first operation, an assassination of a high ranking terrorist that had attacked both Berlin and Moscow. The then Captain Wolf had been assigned to assist in the operation. Bad intel and poor communication led to her squad mate and friend catching one of Wolf's rounds. She had never forgiven him, but she was not so prideful as to turn away such an accomplished leader. His squad of was the most varied with troops from Spain, France, Denmark, Germany, and Poland.

Lastly she looked over the equipment registry, noting the plentiful small arms and ammunition as well as the state of the art body armor and communication equipment. For some reason unfathomable to the commander, the council had seen fit to supply her with enough gear for a battalion while only providing her with 30 soldiers. No matter how strongly she willed it otherwise, the roster always showed the pitiful numbers of the organization. 12 F-35 fighters, 3 Challenger-2 MBT's, 2 Skyranger drop ships, and 30 soldiers. As advanced and skilled as her forces were, she didn't see how much of a difference they could make on a planetary scale, but she'd be damned if she didn't find out.

With a sigh she handed the roster back to Bradford.

"This is going to be a long fight."