Hellsing HQ,
Garage

As soon as the Deuce and a Half rolled to a stop Seras jumped out of the truck bed. Immediately she walked over to the weapon rack on the far wall. She put down her 13.7 mm rifle and promptly picked up her 30mm cannon, Harkonnen II, and a box of ammo. Turning around she was greeted by Sir Integra's face an inch from hers. A vein was pulsating in anger.

"Umm… Hello Master, how was the mansion well I was gone?" Seras started to shrivel down under her employer's gaze of death.

"Seras, I have one question… WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE AND NOT IN THE VILLAGE!" Even Pip was speechless at her rage.

'That's a first.' Seras measly raised her finger.

"Uh Master, we may have a slightly larger threat than disappearing village threat right now." The Draculina tried to smile but stopped after Integra's rage failed to lower to levels that wouldn't cause an brain aneurism on a mere mortal.

Out of nowhere she spoke in a surprisingly calm and sincere voice. "Police Girl, would you please come to my office." Integra spun around and left Seras were she stood. The Draculina looked to the Wild Geese, her eyes begging for help. Most of them looked down in reverence. The newest leader of the ensemble simply took off his beret and did a little bow.

Seras gave a look that projected a single thought, 'I hate you all.' The French mercs just laughed.

Seras hung her head and quickly tried to catch up with Integra. The enormous gun slung over her shoulder didn't even bother her weight wise. It did however pose a problem with doorways.

Seras continued down the long darkened hallways. The labyrinth of Hellsing took some skill to navigate in. The Draculina took her time, she hadn't really thought of what to tell her master. 'Don't worry my Mignonette. I am certain that Integra will understand it all. If not… What's the worst she can do?"

'Let's see… She could shoot me, stab me, put garlic in my food, have the Geese hunt me down or, talk about her escapades as a youth, again. All rather terrible things if you ask me."

'I beg to differ, Mignonette.' The Frenchman let out a little chuckle. 'I would also beg for you to pay attention for once.'

'What are you- Oww.' Seras took a step back from the doors to Integra's office rubbing her nose. The mahogany panels were scuffed from where her face impacted.

Integra mistook it for a knock. "You can come in Seras." The Draculina took a deep breath and entered the room. Integra was surprisingly not looking out her window, or like she would rip Seras head off. Rather she took up residence in her chair and looked more like Integra when she was not working and just having a friendly chat with Seras. Seated in front of her was an oddly dressed couple. The two turned and promptly rose up from their seats to greet the Draculina. A guy dressed in a burgundy three-piece suit and matching fedora extended his hand.

"Pleasure to meet ya, Miss Victoria." The brunette male of roughly six foot two spoke in a very bland American accent, most likely from the Midwest. "My name is Jeremiah Lincoln." She couldn't guess his age. He still looked young but very weathered, in his early thirties perhaps.

Seras gave him a polite smile and nod before the man continued. "My associate here is Maggy Lincoln." He waved his hand towards a tall blonde in a skimpy white dress complemented by a winding silver belt. The blonde gave Seras a quick nervous wave.

'They look like they came out of some noire film don't they, Mignonette?'

'Oddly so Pip.' Seras simply responded with a smiling, "Hi." Maggy just gave a meager smile before Integra motioned for them all to sit.

"These are the Americans I told you of earlier Seras. The Lincolns are the prestige of the Treasury Department's vampire hunting force." Seras looked at Integra blankly. With a sigh Integra rested her head in her hand before continuing. "The Treasury Department is responsible for many heavily armed organizations, including the Secret Service. They also are in charge of the Revenuers, who begun hunting down freaks, along with their previous prey of tax evaders, in the backcountry after there was an outbreak of them leading up to the Civil War. During Prohibition they were put on a new government task force that hunted down an empire of vampires that had infested their cities. They became a separate entity from the government following their success in 1931. You may know them better as the 'Untouchables'. You can reference the movie if need be. Currently they are located in Cleveland and funded by a J.D. Rockefeller's fortune."

'I would have never imagined that the paper pushers from the Treasury would be the ones who hunted down vampires.'

"They will be here to assist us with our efforts since we are only down to one freak." Integra's gaze on Seras returned to the expected damning stare. "So, Seras what did your investigation turn up."

"Well," Seras raised a finger as she sprung up from her chair. "The town I investigated had absolutely nothing to do with the others, other than it had been designed to look like them to draw our attention." Seras started to pace in between the others. "Instead I believe we are dealing with a much older foe. One that I thought perished twelve years ago."

Jeremiah asked a question. "Now, what led you to this conclusion, if you don't mind me asking? I mean what investigative background do you have?"

She gave him a blank stare. "I thought the name Police Girl would have been self-explanatory. Carrying on," The Draculina used her supernatural abilities to shift her clothing into those of Sherlock Holmes before continuing. "First off, the method of disposal for the ghouls was completely different. Rather than being shot in the head they all had their upper torso ripped off, most likely bitten off. Furthermore these ghouls were not piled together like the others, but remained where they were seated. The vampire, herself in this case, was found crucified rather than on the ground and she had plenty of blood in her system. There was also the fact that the church was not razed to the ground."

Out of nowhere Seras started to puff on a pipe. "These clues only pointed towards it being a different perpetrator, their identity unknown until I stumbled across a completely different clue." Seras fumbled into her breast pocket and pulled out the object she found at the church. She then slammed it onto Integra's desk. Sir Hellsing raised her face from her hand and immediately picked it up.

"Uh, Police Girl, what the hell does a silver tooth have to do with anything?"

"The tooth in your hand is the very one that Pip and I used twelve years ago."

Integra rolled her eyes and motioned with her hands. "For what Police Girl."

"It is the tooth we used to kill the SS Captain." Integra's expression broke from her usual cocky calm for a split second, dread appearing in her eyes.

"Seras, why is there a tooth that should be in London on my desk now?"

"Well, I thought it would be quite evident by now." The blonde vampire let out a ring of smoke, her attire causing the Americans to roll their eyes. "He put it there." Integra took her turn rolling her eyes.

"How? Isn't he a pile of ash or something."

Seras lifted a finger. "That I don't know, yet." The Draculina reverted back to her normal form. "However I think it will become clear eventually."

"Good, till then I want there to be heightened security around our perimeters. However, my primary concern is still the villages." Integra rose up from her chair and returned to her normal position at the window. "Now would you kindly show our American friends to their rooms? I am certain they are very tired from the trip."

"Yes my Master."

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Seras navigated down through the maze of Hellsing to the underground rooms. Following close behind her was the Americans. The couple was constantly snickering back and forth to one another. Seras did her best to ignore the comments. She didn't need her enhanced hearing to tell they were mocking her and Integra. Seras had to resist punching something until they reached their room.

"Here you are." Seras pushed open a steel door. The Americans walked into the room. It was sparsely decorated with a single large bed in the middle and their trunks to the side. Maggy started to blush after looking at it for a long time. Jeremiah raised an eyebrow and spoke up.

"Miss Victoria, may I ask why there is only one bed?"

Seras scratched her head. "Well, most couples sleep together. And, well…" Maggy's blush turned to a very deep crimson.

"Miss Seras, let me explain something. My ancestors may have been from Kentucky but we do have standards… Brother... Sister... Incest... Baaad." He complimented his PSA announcement with gestures for every word. Seras had to take her time to figure out what each one meant. Pip proved to be disturbingly useful in this instance.

It was now Seras turn to blush. "Oh… I am terribly sorry about this, we didn't realize you were uh... I can get one of you a coffin if you would like. I find them quite cozy really."

"I guess that would work, miss." He took of his hat and placed on a nearby stand. "You know, I have always wanted to know how those blood sucking bastards slept. No offense, miss."

"None taken." Seras quickly exited and returned with a fresh casket. She effortlessly removed the couple hundred pound from her shoulder and gently put it on the ground right next to the bed. She flipped open the lid revealing a plush white interior. "Here you are."

The American walked over and leaned over it. "Seems to be the right size." He took of his expensive looking shoes and started to step into the coffin. He slowly lowered himself into it. He stopped before he got all the way down.

"One question." Seras nodded. "Is this new or used."

Seras rolled her eyes. "I just dug it up from the local cemetery and dumped the rotting corpse on the way back. Of course it's new."

"Well." The American dropped the remaining distance into the box. He wiggled around in it, his sister giggled at the sight. The man rested for a moment before he raised his arm up and gave Seras a thumb up. "It'll do."

"Good." Seras promptly slammed down the cover and quickly closed the latches. The American trapped inside started to panic. Seras looked over to his sister with a small grin on her face, her brother's screams effectively muffled. Maggy was sort of horrified at the sight. "Just let him out in the morning. There are air holes so he should probably be okay till then."

"But, but…" Seras started to walk towards the door.

"See ya!" She disappeared around the corner before Maggy sprinted out into the hall to question her but Seras was nowhere to be seen.

Seras watched the blonde from the shadows. 'Mignonette, I would never guess that you'd do something along those lines.' The Draculina smirked at her familiar.

'Well Pip, there is only so much I can take from Americans. Something about them makes me want to punch a brick.' She started to return to her room when the blonde rushed back to her brother's aid.

'So, what do you think of them, Mignonette? Worthy vampire hunters?' Seras took another right in the snaking corridors towards her room.

'I didn't see anything in them that screams "Look, I can kill you!" if that's what you mean.' She quickly found herself at her door.

'I wouldn't underestimate them Mignonette. I have found Americans to be rather useful under their arrogant exterior.'

'Whatever you say Pip.' Seras pushed open her door, tossing her enormous gun down, and made a beeline straight for her coffin. She simultaneously started to unbutton her top. She tossed the crimson uniform onto a nearby chair without looking. She then slid down her skirt. 'Pip, remember what I said.'

'Yes, Mignonette.' Her sad French familiar muttered something in his native tongue. She slipped off her boots before setting down in her coffin. With a deep exhalation she started to slide down in. The sound of clothing hitting the floor forced her to look up.

"Now what?" She looked towards where her top was. In the chair was a figure rather than her top. The figure rose up. The person was masculine in nature. He slowly walked into visible light. The sight caused her to tumble out of her coffin.

"Oh… Shit…" Standing in front of her was the Captain. The skull on his SS uniform gleamed in the wavering candle light. He slowly walked towards her, his combat boots echoing through the room. He stopped and started to bow his torso.

Seras let out a blood curdling scream as she reached under her coffin. She pulled out a .60cal magnum anti-freak revolver and unloaded all of its rounds into the Nazi's chest, aiming for the heart. The towering werewolf was slowly thrown back as each round hit their mark, ripping large chunks from the torso and decorating the wall with fresh blood. Her revolver clicked over empty chambers as the imposing Nazi face first to the ground, his body ripped in two. Seras slowly rose from the ground and approached the dead man.

"Mr. Nazi, you alive?" She started to kick the upper part of his body, blood answering her every hit. 'Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. Don't you agree Pip?' Her eyes rose from his corpse to her wall. Chucks of his flesh and ample gallons of blood covered the wall, ruining some pieces of art. It was going to be a pain to clean.

'You better check him and see if he has anything important on him.' Agreeing with her familiar she bent down and flipped over the torso. His face still was the permanent stoic gaze that she saw him break only once. Her hands went for the pockets.

Nothing.

She stopped her search and laid her hands on the man's shoulders. She noted how muscled they were. Tucking the thought away, she focused the dog tag around his neck. It read some German word at the top, under it was Hans Gunsche.

'So that's what this guy is called.' She looked at his face. The copious amount of blood must have been getting to her. He looked rather striking, even if he was dead. Its sweet scent started to arouse the vampire, causing her shadow arm to split into tendrils. 'Hey Pip, think I should drink his blood. I have never tasted werewolf before.' Her familiar mentally slapped her before he went on a complete freak-out.

'That is the worse idea you have ever thought up. I mean really, are you fucking crazy!' Seras slinked to herself.

'Yes sir.' The Draculina ignored the hurt well continuing her search to the lower portion. Her finger slipped into his coat pockets. The only thing inside was a small piece of slate and some chalk. Feeling nothing else, she slowly tugged the coat off and started to check his pant pockets. She had to mentally block out anything she touched, she didn't want Pip to know if she felt anything.

The man must have been rather impressive prior to being blown in half. She took a long look at his two severed have and decided to take the search another step. For being a mutilated corpse he didn't look half bad. 'God, it must be the blood, it must be the blood.' She kept repeating it in her head. She took one last, strong gaze at the body.

"Fuck it."

The Draculina started to tear off his pants. She told herself that she had to see if anything was underneath, and there was. The missing pants revealed the rest of his toned and scarred body, only cover slightly by undergarments. Her shadowy appendage slowly snaked along his legs. She could feel Pip's rage was boiling inside her. It made her smile. Seras gave into her primal urges. With all her teeth extended as she leaned closer to his body.

And then the Americans kicked in the door to the room. Sera shot up from the dead corpse and turned to the brother and sister. Jeremiah had an S&W 500 in each hand well Maggy hefted a larger than normal Thomson sub-machinegun. Both were in sleeping attire.

Sprinting in the elder male asked, "Are you okay, we heard screams and gunshots!" He started to look around the room. His jaw slightly dropped. Before him was a vampire with a bizarre thing replacing her arm and fangs fully extended, standing over a ripped in half corpse that was stripped down to his undergarment.

And lots of blood

And a nearly nude vampire.

In a room cover in blood and bits of gore.

And a vampire in blood soaked lingerie.

Fine Victorian paintings covered in blood and flesh, utterly ruined. What a pity

A vampire swooning over a mutilated corpse.

A coffin surrounded by bullet casings.

Blood everywhere… Everywhere!

Did I mention there was a bloody vampire feeling up a chunk of dead werewolf meat?

Jeremiah summed it up. "What… The… Fuck…" Maggy simply collapsed to the floor.

"Uh," Seras' face started to match the crimson that covered everything. She could feel the guilt starting to creep inside her. She realized she had been making a move on a marred corpse. "Ah, fuck me."

Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor, her teeth returning to normal. Seras concealed her face in her arms. 'What did I do?'

'Well-' She cut off her familiar off immediately.

'Shut the fuck up Pip. Now is not the fucking time.' She sat in place. The standing American walked over and put his hand on her shoulder.

"You did good kid. I see you killed a rather furry friend. Not bad for a blood sucker, not bad at all." She looked up from her arms, her crimson eyes desperately holding back tears of red.

"Really?" The American gentleman nodded. "Wait, how did you know he was a werewolf?"

He smirked, "My grandfather ran into him on an op at Malmedy back during the Bulge. Bastard took out over 80 men single handedly. A Captain… Gunsche I do believe. I looked him up in our database after your thrilling conversation with Integra. "

The American's words were mildly comforting. He stuck out a helping hand. Seras grabbed on and the American sent her flying upwards. He had a surprisingly large amount of strength.

He quickly handed her a robe. Seras covered herself up. She had basically forgotten that she was only in soaked lingerie. The American clearly didn't. He could never quite make eyelevel.

"Thanks."

The American simply raised a hand. "No problem, miss." He started to really look around the room. "Damn, is there a mop somewhere?"

Seras stepped next to him and surveyed her damage. 'Not bad for only five shots.'

"I have no idea where the mops are." She continued to stand there until she felt a feminine hand on her shoulder. She glanced slightly to her side and saw another hand on Jeremiah's shoulder.

"Sorry about earlier Maggy," Seras started to turn. "I didn't know wha-" Standing behind her was not Maggy but some other woman.

"Okay, who the hell are you?" Seras stared at her as Jeremiah turned around. Standing up, Seras got a much better look at her. The woman in question had to be sixteen or something near that and was rather petite. She had long flowing black hair that appeared matted in blood and was rather pale. On that note the woman only wore a single long, flowing, crimson scarf, barely making her decent. The rest of her bare skin was splattered with dried blood. Her eyes were a much darker red than those of a vampire, closer to coagulated gore than fresh blood.

The teen gave her weird gaze in return. "Who are you?" Seras grabbed one of Jeremiah's revolvers and pressed it to her temple.

"I'm Seras. Now, who are you?" The lady pushed the gun away with ease and skipped over to Hans' corpse.

"My, oh my, Hansy." The woman bent down towards his face, rubbing a hand along his chin. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?" As she spoke the blood in the room slowly started to pulsate. One by one the droplets fused together. Little by little the crimson spots formed rivers leading back towards the werewolf's body. "Ah, good to see your all right."

As the blood swirled into the center, the two halves started to crumble into a bloody mush. The crimson slop slowly turned into a cloud of white fog. The fog slowly started to swirl, streaks of blood decorating it. In the center an outline became apparent. The form took the look of a bestial wolf before mutating into the familiar shape of a man.

Seras pulled the trigger. A round snapped past the back of the woman's head Her black hair listing in the bullet's wake. "Who are you and what is happening?"

The teen answered without turning away from the spectacle. "I am a friend of Hansy and he is just having some fun."

The fog suddenly disappeared. In the center was Hans Gunsche. The man, only in gloves and trousers, started to walk towards Seras and Jeremiah. Maggy was also up and about again, joining the vampire and her brother.

The Captain stopped five feet from the trio. He slowly bent down and picked up his cap. He brushed off some bits of his own flesh before putting it on. He then did a small bow towards Seras.

The strange teen ran up and gave the werewolf a hug. "Good to see you back, Hansy." She planted her face into his chest. "I was starting to worry." She pulled away and looked into his stoic face. "Well, somewhat worried, I mean it's not like that woman could really hurt you now could she."

The Draculina finally spoke up. "Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Both Hans and the attached teen turned towards Seras.

"Oh, sorry. We came by to say hi. We gave you a warning but I guess that sort of backfired" Seras and the two Americans gave her a weird look. The teen put her hand to her face and started a deeper pondering. "Oh, and we also have something to tell you."

"What." Seras plainly blurted out. "So you aren't here to like, you know, slaughter us?"

"Yeah, we just happen to know who's been causing those villages to disappear." She launched herself off of the Captain and started to prance around the room. The trio followed her around.

Seras narrowed her eyes. "Okay, but first, can you please tell me why he is still alive?" She pointed a finger at the topless werewolf still standing in front of them. "And you still haven't told me who you are."

The teen leaped to a stop right in front of Seras. Her matted hair landed on the Draculina's face. "You can just call me Angel. As for Hansy here, we can't really tell you." She walked over to him and leaned on his shoulder. The man didn't move.

"I found him near a pool of blood I was in down in the Congo while back. Not like it was the first time I met him. Saw him near… What was it?" His head turned and looked into her eyes. "Oh yeah! Saw him back in Jerusalem during the First Crusade in… It had to be 1099 or something. He was wading around Temple Mount, looking for some more Saracens. Anyways, I have been following him around ever sense." The girl pushed herself off of Hans as she walked back towards Seras.

"Then again he is not the same as he was back in the Crusades. From what he has said I have you to blame, Seras." Her hand slid through her raven hair, dark flecks of dried blood drifting to the ground. She unleashed a smile that knock Seras back. Her teeth were all sharp but not like those of a vampire. Hers were different, thinner, mingled, longer, stained red at their base, much more plentiful. It was like a mouth full of bent and bloody needles.

"Anyways, we are here to help you," She wistfully pointed her finger around the room. "hunt down some Hounds."

"What hounds?" 'Could she mean more wolves?'

"The Hounds of God, you know the ones killing all those vampires. Oh, in case you are wondering, they are simply humans." She started to bound about, again. It seemed to be getting to Jeremiah.

"Can you fucking stop!" He raised his remaining pistol, training one on the teenager's head. Seras started to reach for the revolver.

"Wai-" He pulled the trigger, the enormous revolver flew up in the air.

The teen's head had also ruptured down the middle from the impact, a black mist appearing behind. It spilt unevenly into two mingled halves falling to her side as a black goo welled up from the neck. Upside down and separated she gave off another wicked smile, black streams slowly making their way across her pale face. The teen took her head's two halves by the hair and pulled them together. Little by little the seam between the two halves sealed together, returning her face to normal. The bullet hole slowly sealed shut.

"What the fuck are you!" Before the raven hair teen could answer, Hans' arm plunged into Jeremiah's chest. "Ow! Shit!" The American stumbled back slightly, the German's arm still sticking through his chest. He coughed up copious amounts of blood. Seras looked towards Maggy, expecting to see her on the floor. Instead she had a smirk on her face.

The Draculina looked back. A smile came across the other Americans face. Hans' almost hinted some surprise. "Dumbass." Jeremiah reached to his waist. In a flash his hand returned to Hans' neck. Five inches of a huge blade stuck from the other side the werewolf's neck, a couple additional inches blocked by his muscled neck. The two stared into each other's eyes well they both bled out. Simultaneously they pulled out their weapon. They sat there staring at each other, Jeremiah with a nine inch Bowie knife, crimson dripping from its silver point, Hans with his right arm stained crimson. Both of their wounds started to sputter shut.

Angel then walked between them putting a hand on each of their chest. "Now that you figured that you can't kill each other can we carry on?" Both wiped a stream of blood from the corner of their mouth as they stared at each other. The two spun around and walked, Hans to a nearby wall where he stood in silence and Jeremiah towards his room. Maggy decided to follow him, leaving Seras alone with these two freaks.

Both of the intruders turned towards Seras, their stare almost causing her to turn away. Not wanting to show any fear she stood still. "So, you two want to help us." The pair nodded. "Well, I guess that would be alright then. " 'Integra is going to kill me.' "I think you should stay in the dungeon tonight, security purposes you know?"

'Not like it can do a whole lot to a werewolf that can turn into mist and whatever the hell she is, Mignonette.'

'Beside the point, Pip. We need to keep them somewhere.' Pip reminded her of a nagging question. She turned towards Angel.

"What are you?" The girl smiled.

"You could say I am a very special type of Rusalka." Seras had no idea what the hell that was but she didn't care to find out. She just wanted them out of her hands so she could sleep and delve into her thoughts. There was also the need to change into something other than a robe and bloody panties.

"Okay," Seras waved a pistol at them. Not that it would do that much. "Off you go." The freak teen pranced out. Hans on the other hand had his coat back on and had pulled out that slab of slate, writing something on it. After a second he flipped it around.

It read, "Yes my Master." Well Seras absorbed its message Hans preformed a flowing bow.

Angel stuck her head back into the room. "I might have forgotten to mention this, but Hans sort of sees you as his master now."

Seras' eye started to twitch. "W-wh-what?"

Angel gave her a disdainful look. "Hey, it's what you get for killing the poor bastard and then turning into some new type of freak."

"I what!" Seras' gaze quickly switched between the two.

The teen mused to herself. "I probably should have mentioned that too." She looked up to Seras. "Something went all fucked up when he died. He is now basically immortal-er and needs to drink blood that was spilt in battle." She started to walk over to Hans. She laid a hand on the towering man's shoulder.

Angel spoke, "It is sort of hard to explain, really. I have been with him visiting all sorts of killing fields. Rwanda, Congo, Iraq, Afghanistan, Burma, Columbia, the Ivory Coast, et cetera. He feasts on the spilt blood and I have some pools and prey to play with."

"So… Where do I play into this?"

"Well, Hansy here has been wanting to be with you a while, you know, the whole you killed hima dn now he serves you thing.

'Why did Alucard fail to tell me about this, Pip?' Her familiar just shrugged his shoulders

"Secondly I am pretty sure if we stay with you for the next few weeks we can find plenty of blood to indulge in. Alucard's fledgling meeting with the Hounds should be very, very fun to watch, tossing in the Lincolns only make it better."

"Is that the only reason you are here? To do whatever you do in your blood and watch me kill?"

"Well there's that and the fact that the Hounds will probably start hunting me sometime." Angel lifted her arms and let out a yawn. "We should be off to bed now."

"Wait, who are the Hounds?" Angel looked back at Seras as she left the room.

"Commies, a shitload of freak killing commies. They were the USSR's version of you guys and Iscariot. Before that they served the Eastern Orthodox Church. They can easily match Iscariot in ability and have larger numbers. I will tell you more in the morning or whenever I see you, you night dwellers' time schedule is so weird." Angel walked down the hallway, leaving Seras with Hans.

"Um… Goodnight?" He stared at her. He quickly scribbled on the slate.

"Night, Polizei Mädchen." He promptly walked away, leaving Seras alone in her room.

'Okay, Pip. What happened?'

'Seras, just go to sleep.' She started to move towards her coffin. 'And don't forget to change into something else. I don't want that mongrel's blood on my Mignonette.' Seras veered from the coffin towards a nearby cabinet. Inside she pulled out a nightgown.

'Pip.' Her familiar scoffed as she took off her last bits of clothing. She quickly slipped on the fine silk nightgown and closed the doors. She slowly walked to her coffin and slipped into its soft interior. Seras closed the lid, sealing out the last few glimmers of candlelight. In the darkness she slept.

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A/N: Yeah! Chapter two is done. I hoped you enjoyed it. Please review and stuff.

Please don't do a Freudian examination into this chapter. It will do no good.

So yeah, the Captain is back and ready for action along with a friend. Sorry about how long it took to do write this chapter. I had it done a while ago but I didn't really like it so I rewrote most of it with a completely different story and yeah.

Anyways, please review. Just one would be nice.

-Sir Robert VI