"Property damage is in the range of at least half a million Pounds." That is not so bad, it was in need of renovating, she thought. Practically falling apart, she mused.
"Hmmm." "But that does not include the antiques or works of art that were damaged or destroyed." Antiques? Art? Fuck! Why Me? She screamed inwardly. "I see"
"And there is also the vehicles, our own and civilian. Around 15 totalled. But thankfully, no civilian casualties were reported." Can I beat my head on this desk? I could, but not with them around. The desk probably would not be able to take the beating. Please let that be it. Please God, please! Let that be the end of the report, she silently pleaded.
"Is that all, Walter?" "Yes." Walter turned and left the room, leaving the two people alone.
Leaning back in her chair, Sir Hellsing sighed. The figure nearby was leaning against the wall, silent.
"Low profile." She growled.
Alucard straightened.
"Pardon, Master"
"Do you know what the words "low profile" mean, Alucard"
"Why, yes I do, Master." A sly smile appeared. "Really?" Oh, He is going to be a pain in the ass now, isn't he? Integra thought.
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
She was about to fire back a response when He turned and walked away.
"I am not done with you yet, Vampire." Integra yelled.
"Take it easy on the desk, it is old and your father cherished it." He said, back still turned to her. "And it is never lady like to swear like that. Someone might hear you," teased the vampire who disappeared from his master's view.