"But, Master. Why must I go on this mission with him?"
"Because you have been ordered to. We will not discuss this further."
A sigh escaped her lips and her shoulders dropped "Yes, Master."
"Now go meet with him on the helipad. There's no more time to waste."
"Yes, Master." she rushed off toward the helipad, leaving Alucard, the Vampire King, in the hall. When she arrived at the helipad, she saw a chopper waiting, the blades spinning slow enough to not lift the chopper into the air just yet, but quick enough to convey the sense of urgency. Standing with one foot inside the vehicle and his head turned to her was a man who looked, at first glance, to be about 22. Despite the moon which sat high up in the cloudless sky, he had a pair of reflector-lensed sunglasses on. He also wore a black James Dean-style leather jacket with an unzipped grey hoody underneath it and a black t-shirt brandished with the same symbol on the helicoptor on it underneath the hoody, black jeans, and a pair of black and white shoes. On his hands, he wore black gloves with skeletal hands printed on them. His face had the appearence of one who had seen much of the world. Perhaps even a little too much. He didn't look tramautized, and his mental sharpness proved he wasn't, but more like he knew too much of how the world worked. He was, overall, handsome, with a strong jaw, short but messy hair, and light stubble. She stopped appraising him and turned her thoughts back to the mission. A pair of Vampires and a small army of Ghouls, terrorizing a remote town. Nothing unusual, or particularly difficult. Which made her wonder why she was going with him and not with Alucard.
"Well, it's about time you showed up."
"Oh, shut up. You Americans are so impatient."
"At least we have a sense of time."
He stepped the rest of the way into the helicopter and sat down in one of the passenger seats. She followed and sat in the one opposite him.
"So, Miss Victoria, any particular plan we should employ?"
"I told you not to call me that. I hate being called 'Miss Victoria'."
"Fine, fine. So, Seras, any particular plan we should employ?"
"Nothing concrete, as of yet. "
"Sounds like code for 'Guns Blazing' to me."
"So does everything else."
"Lemme guess, 'typical American'."
The pilot closed the open door and stepped into the cockpit and looked back at them.
"You're ready to go, then?"
"As ready as ever, Nigel."
"Right, Miss Victoria. I'll take 'er up."
The blades spun faster and the chopper began to rise from the pad and into the near pitch-black sky.
"So, how come he can call you Miss Victoria?"
"Because him, I trust."
"You wound me with your cruel words."
Seras huffed and turned her face away from him, and his sarcasm, something he seemed to have too much of. She crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, finding the darkness under her eyelids comforting. Her own private thinking place. She thought about the man next to her. He was a new agent, and had traveled all the way from America to be a part of the organization. He was a vampire, this much was unmistakable. She had seen him without the glasses, and his eyes were almost as red as Alucard's. Just a tad lighter in shade. As far as she knew, nobody knew his real name. Nobody but Sir Integra, in any case. He had been going by 'Scourge' since day one. He was also clearly not a natural born Vampire. the little scars on the knuckles of his right hand and the one through his left eyebrow made that clear. She had seen him in the training room, using a pair of knives and a pair of pistols, and he had done very well. She had actually been impressed with the mysterious man's skill. Not to mention he wasn't hard on the eyes, either...
Seras shook her head at the last thought, letting it trail off into her subconscious. She would not allow those thoughts to creep into her head and sink their claws into her mind. After a while of sitting in the darkness she'd made for herself when she closed her eyes, she fell asleep. It was a dreamless sleep.
Scourge looked over to the girl in the seat next to him. She had gotten still and quiet. He could tell by the slow pattern of her breathing that she'd fallen asleep, and he sighed to himself. She looked too young to be in this kind of work. He knew a limited amount about her, but he knew she had been turned after Alucard shot her to kill a Vampire in a small town. She would've bled to death if he hadn't turned her. She'd had a deal of trouble...adjusting...to her new life. From what he'd heard, she hated drinking blood, and more often than not, she didn't drink any at all. He'd had trouble at first, too, but he'd quickly remembered the rule of survival. He had managed to develop his own synthetic substitute, and fed from that most times, rather than human or animal blood. She wasn't that bad with a rifle, he'd noticed that much. But then, it was difficult not to notice her skill with a rifle after she had shot a hole through the center of the Ace of Spades without a scope from 45 yards away. He had wanted to test her, to see her skill for himself. Something he had, as far as he was concerned, succesfully done. He leaned his head back, into the seat and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long night, so he'd need what little rest he could obtain on the trip.
