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ANOTHER DAY
Hellsing.
9:30 am
Hellsing mansion
The weather was dreary in London, bringing with it the first signs of an approaching winter. The Hellsing heir found herself mindlessly shuffling papers on her desk as rain clouds gathered. She couldn't muster up the inclination, nor the energy to face the various reports, requests and God knows what, just yet. Exhaustion pulled at her, turning into an annoying companion she couldn't get rid off. There was just too much to do and so little time. A discreet knock broke the silence and her ever-faithful butler appeared.
" Tea? "
" Coffee, Walter, black. "
Integra rarely asked for coffee, she preferred the soft aroma of tea, besides, coffee reminded her of Italy-she frowned as her thoughts turned to that lecherous archbishop Enrico Maxwell, the ever-present thorn in her side. Walter noted as his master's mood turned dark. He was concerned for her well being. The recent increase in vampire activity meant that she had to put in later hours just to stay on top of it all. And when she did manage to get some time for herself, something important usually came up. The little girl he once loved had turned into a woman, impenetrable, but for a pillar of strength even she was looking decidedly drawn. The stress of being Alucard's master also added to the strain, especially since he has decided to be exceedingly difficult these last couple of weeks.
" Sugar? "
" No. " came the blunt reply.
He threw two lumps in anyway. Integra gave him a filthy look, but didn't object. Taking the last drag of her cigar, she killed it in the ashtray. As Walter placed more reports on her desk, she couldn't help herself for the sigh that escaped her lips, the throbbing in her head became more insistent. Walter had to smile, killing monsters and controlling vampires isn't all its cracked up to be. Her phone started ringing and he made to pick it up.
"I'll take it. " she stated.
" Yes? , . . . . . yes, I understand, I'll be there shortly. " Integra put the phone down and looked into the distance.
" Your orders mum? "
" Tell Seras and Leonard that they'll accompany me to Wilbyshire, we will be leaving in 15minutes, Alucard, I leave to your care. If anything occurs, notify me, otherwise run operations as you see fit. "
" Wilbyshire, mum? "
" A brutal murder has taken place and their speculating supernatural causes. I have to go because they require an expert opinion, and it also seems that the round table has taken an interest in this case, for reasons I know not."
Hellsing
10:23 am
Rolls Royce.
Leonard was enjoying the drive to Wilbyshire, even if it was for macabre reasons, it was always nice to get out of the mansion and see a bit of countryside. A pleasant expression was plastered on his open face as he looked in the rear-view mirror, Sir Hellsing was again busily at work reading reports. A growl of frustration escaped her lips and she muttered something under her breath. Poor woman had a lot to deal with it seems. Integra ran her hand through her hair.
" When will we arrive? " she said impatiently.
" In about ten minutes Sir."
Integra looked at the newest addition of the Hellsing family, he was much too jovial for her taste, but at least he did his job well. He was hired on because Walter needed an extra hand to keep the house running, and recommended the son of an old family friend. Integra still needed to judge the depth of him, but he survived the harsh screening processes intact, so there must be something more to him and his puppy-dog face.
" It's getting hot, Sir. " stated Police Girl as ambulances sped by.
Five minutes later, Sir Hellsing stepped onto a dirt track leading to an isolated cottage in the wilderness. Overall police chaos surrounded the whole scene. She smoothed her suite down and adjusted her glasses. Seras smelled rain in the air, and also a hint of sickness on Integra, whether this was due to stress, exhaustion or actual illness, Seras didn't know. She sighed, it was probably all three. Suddenly concerned for her master's master, she bent down and pulled Integra's coat out of the car and presented it to the woman.
" It's probably going to rain, Sir. "
Integra took it without comment.
" Jeez! It wouldn't hurt to say thankyou."
The Director of Hellsing scanned the mayhem, it was all general police, no MI6. Somewhere, somehow, someone slipped and now she had to pick up the pieces. Incompetent fools.
" Seras, I want you to explore the surrounding area expect on the western front. Once I am done on the inside, we'll proceed to that section together. Keep your contact with the blues to a minimum. Leonard . . . "
" Yess, Sir! " Leonard said with a shiny salute.
Cool Indifference met warm brown eyes.
" Stay with the car."
A small smile graced Seras's lips as Integra strode towards the nearest policeman. He still had a lot to learn and Master's master wasn't making it easy for him, then she too disappeared into the woods, leaving a dejected Leonard.
Hellsing
11 am
Wilbyshire
The Police line.
Rookie cop, Alex Pimpleton, was shoved to the front by the rest of his squad and had to consequently deal with a very irate Director of Hellsing. Pimpleton could see that the woman was trying desperately hard not to loose her temper. He watched her taking a calming breath and closing her eyes. When she opened them again, Pimpleton felt shivers go down his spine, he was pierced by ice.
" Listen! I am Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, Leader of the Hellsing Organisation."
Pimpleton gulped, but he was determined to do his job " T- t –the what . . . . ? "
Goddammit! " The Hellsing Organisation! I have top priority clearance! "
Pimpleton gulped again "B-b-be that as it mmmay, mam, we still cant allow you access to the premises. No call came through."
Integra ran a hand through her hair. If only there were less of them, . . . This day is just a disaster. And why wasn't Hellsing notified first? Are they trying to make my organisation look incompetent? Waves of annoyance radiated off her as she stood in front of the police line. The surrounding silence was broken by a low and menacing tone
" If you persist in wasting anymore of my valuable time, I will personally see to it that you will regret this incident for the rest of your lives. I have the power. I can make the rest of your years. . . "
" Pimpleton! What the Hell are you doing?!!! " He got jerked to the side and was furiously whispered at. A look of fear crossed his face and his palms became sweaty. " I, I, I am so sorry, mam. Please I didn't know. "
Integra didn' t give him a moments notice as she was finally allowed to cross the line. She directed her attention on his superior and lit a cigar. She could feel the beginnings of a migraine. God, help me. Give me strength just to survive this day. She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at the fat sergeant in front of her.
" This is unacceptable, I shall lodge a complaint. " came a monotonous reply.
" But Sir Hellsing, the call only came through now!" countered the sergeant flabbergasted.
Only now? Integra set a brisk pace for the cottage. Why only now? The fat sergeant found it difficult to keep up. When the dwelling came into view, she stopped.
" Where is your superior officer? "
" He left the crime scene in my care. Another case required his attention, he said he'll be back shortly."
Useless! Leaving a second rate policeman in charge of this mess!
" You will remove your men from the cottage" she ordered brusquely "and I want the preliminary report, ASAP! Try not to get in the way of my organisation's members, especially the officer patrolling the woods. If your superior arrives, send him to me immediately! Understood?"
"Yess Sir!"
"Dismissed!"
The sergeant left her alone as she waited impatiently for her orders to be followed. She vaguely wondered if Alucard was giving Walter any trouble. She had to do something about that blasted vampire, he was pushing her, trying to make her seem weak. Bloody corpse! What to do with him? As she entered the cottage she hoped Alucard wasn't making things too difficult for Walter, her friend was getting old.