A/N: I don't own Hellsing.

A week had passed since the Valentine Brother's debauchery. Sir Integral Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing settled into her customary seat behind her rich and ornately carved mahogany desk. The mansion reeked of hospital sterilization. Due to the risk of disease, the whole estate had to be cleared of rotting corpses and miscellaneous appendages before a single repair could be made. The entire process took two days. Reluctantly, Sir Integra was whisked away to a private establishment until the sterilization and most of the base work was completed.

That week had been one of the few moments in which she was without her trusted manservant. Walter opted to stay behind to observe the restoration process and to minister Officer Victoria her daily ration. Integra thoughts remained upon the last notion as she slowly exhaled the smoke from a dwindling cigarillo. "Officer Seras Victoria", she muttered under her breath. She recalled the dejected look from the midian's face after being commanded to remain within the Hellsing complex.

No, Integra thought to herself, she personally instructed Seras to remain within her quarters until she returned. The order derived from necessity, Seras's presence would only hinder the efforts upon the mansion, not to mention the draculina's faltering mental condition. The silver-blonde maiden frowned. Witnessing the unpredictable nature of the Alucard's fledgling was too much to bear. Although Seras proved to be a valuable member within Hellsing, Integra began to fear the worst. Something would have to be done about the draculina.

To make matters worse, the commander of the Hellsing Organization was no less than certain that Seras Victoria continued to refuse the nourishment provided to her. More than once, Integra requested that the empty packets from Seras's quarters be brought to her inspection. That's when she instructed Walter to find the sharp object responsible for severing the packages. However, lately the draculina managed some semblance of ingenuity.

The lady commander slightly shook her silvery locks; the matter of Seras Victoria could wait until another time. More importantly, Hellsing was in dire need of new recruits. Walter, in addition to overseeing the repairs upon Hellsing, gathered information towards the accomplishment of said necessity. Upon the surface of the glossy mahogany, a single folder lay. Integra pulled out the files within, revealing two different solutions. Walter compiled a list of promising candidates from surrounding areas from multiple backgrounds. Integra almost immediately sifted through the information, a mass withdrawal of individuals from either police or military positions would attract too much attention. Integra suspected Walter knew she'd prefer loyal Protestants but also the implications of attaining such a force.

At least someone in the Hellsing compound was reliable. Integra growled at the thought of Alucard. The Nosferatu assumed he would adequately substitute her manservant while he stayed within the manor. That week, Integra destroyed an entire tea set, tea pot and all. Unfortunately, Alucard managed to dodge each piece, although he narrowly missed one of the saucers. Unlike Seras, the No-Life King was not one to be holed up in a solitary room for more than a day. She supposed his presence that week was necessary for the reconstitution of the manor, no matter how much he irritated her.

Sir Integra chided herself for allowing the two midians to supersede her more important thoughts. With a renewed vigor, the commander of Hellsing returned her attention to the documents.

Integra harrumphed, "Pip Bernadotte…"