Matt walked out onto the rounds of the mansion. It was dark and cloudy, and rain was expected by the end of the day. Thunder was heard far off into the distance. His company of men was ready; most stood at ready nearby, checking over their gear and weapons. Others were chatting away, finished with checking th. Cian stood back, waiting for Matt. He had a shotgun with a magnum on his thigh. Mat walked up to him without a word. Finally Matt turned to Cian with a smile.

"Why do you never wear your armor?" Cian smiled and turned to his friend.

"Why do you always wear it? You know I hate wearing that stuff." Matt nodded and turned to his marines. They were starting to quiet down and began to gather up their stuff. Some jogged over to him and nodded to him in greeting. Cian called the men back into company formation and they scrambled for their positions. Matt stepped forward and called the at ease. He cleared his throat to address them.

"Alright marines. You all know our new mission objective. Help Hellsing Organization with any supernatural occurrences till reinforcements arrive. Sir Integera doubts our abilities in combat. I aim to prove her wrong. How 'bout you marines? You wanna show these English bastards how it's done?!" The marines snapped back at attention and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"YES CHIEF!"

"Then get into your platoons and stand ready for orders. We will be drilling in a live fire scenario; standard building clearance. Get moving marines!"

"YES CHIEF!" The men scrambled for their platoons, checking over one another's gear and weapons. Matt looked on and turned to Cian.

"Suit up. You and I will go last." Cian nodded and turned back to the mansion, running as fast as he could for his room to get his armor on. Matt walked up to Integera and saluted. She returned it.

"English bastards? Choose your words carefully Spartan, or I will let Alucard have his way with you." Matt just grunted and looked to Alucard. He grinned evilly at him.

"It would be a fight to remember, Sir Integera. Orders ma'am?" Integera walked past the Spartan and looked towards the platoons. Each consisted with around 15 to 20. Which in turn made about 3 squads of 5.

"Each platoon will go once. One by one; they will clear the building of all hostiles. Use lethal rounds." Matt nodded and called for platoon commanders. 7 men walked up to him and saluted. He returned it and called them to at ease.

"Gentlemen, here are your orders: standard breach and clear, lethal rounds authorized, each platoon will take turns, one after the other. The Sargent and I will go last. This will be timed. It will go in frenetic order, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Foxtrot, and Golf. Alpha, get your platoon ready and wait for the call for breech and clear. The building will be two stories." All platoon leaders nodded and saluted, returning to their men. Alpha lined up next to the door indicated for the breech. A bell sounded, and one of the marines in the front squad ran up, kicking in the door. He brought up his shotgun and fired 3 rounds through the opening. The rest of the squads rushed in, clearing the front hallway. Controlled bursts were heard inside as the men cleared each room of hostiles. Moving to the stair case, they moved up slowly to the second floor; the point man shooting twice.

"First floor is clear, moving to second story!" Matt heard over the radio. HE nodded. His men were doing well; their time was short. A few more bursts of fire were heard as squads cleared upstairs rooms. Flash bang went off, and more shooting was heard. At last the call was sent over the radio.

'Building is clear: all hostiles neutralized." The platoon came out of the building in an orderly manner, sweeping the land for more hostiles before setting down in a circle formation; guns aimed out to whatever waited for them. Then the drill ended.

"Alpha, good job; you finished in 5 minutes. Anyone else think they can beat it?" At that cheers went up from the other platoons; men swung their arms in the air, shouting curses at the other platoons and saying that their platoon was better. Matt smiled. There was nothing better to get men pumped then competing with others.

"Bravo, you're up next." Bravo platoon stepped up to the breeching door, and the drill started once more. Cian finally came out with his armor on, although he wasn't wearing his helmet.

"How they doing Matt?" Matt chuckled and nodded to the set up building for the breeching drill.

'Alpha finished In 5 minutes. Bravo just went in." Cian nodded, fiddling with his chest plate.

"Quite you're fussing and get used to it. I have a feeling you'll be wearing that stuff a lot more now. And put your helmet one!" Cian just groan and put it one. Matt laughed and looked back at the mansion. He thought he saw someone watching them from a second story window, but whoever it was quickly left. Cian turned to see what he was looking at.

"I think you have an admirer."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Cian just laughed and shook his head. Bravo had finished by now, with a time of 5:25.

"Not bad Bravo, but not good enough. Alpha is still in the lead. Charlie, you're up!" The men got in formation and breeched. This time they finished in 4min and 48sec. Charlie was now in the lead. Each platoon took their turn, but no one seemed able to bet Charlie's time. Golf came close with a time of 4:50, but still, no one did it. It was Matt and Cian's turn now. Matt leaned against the wall next to the door and patted Cian on the leg.

"Cian, you breech the door." He nodded, drawing his shotgun. He walked up to the door and called 'BREECHING!' and kicked down the door. This time through, the door shattered to pieces. Cian fired 3 rounds into the open door, and matt rushed in, drawing his two SMG's. Firing to his left he got 2 hostiles at once. Cian rushed in and took out two more on the right. Matt duck walked quickly forward, his two SMG's pointed forward. Whenever there was a branching off of the main corridor, he pointed his gun into the room and fired blindly, ripping the 'hostile' to pieces. They were just stuffed figures though. Cian followed behind him, cleaning up anything he missed.

"First floor is clear, moving to secondary level." Cian moved forward and pointed his shotgun up, moving against the wall to cover the stairwell as the two moved up. He fired twice, taking out two more tangos. They reached the second floor, this time splitting up into two. Matt went left, Cian right. They cleared the floor in no time. They exited the house and crouched outside, the drill now complete.

"Time; 4 minutes 5 seconds. Well done Spartans." Integera clapped. The men groaned out loud. They never beat them. Matt stood up and clipped his SMG's to his belt. Cian did the same and slung his shotgun over his shoulder; it clicked into place on the magnetic holster. He took off his helmet, as did Matt. They smiled one another. Matt mimicked the 'not bad Obama face'.

"New record; not bad." Cian chuckled and clapped him on the back.

"Not bad at all mate." Integera walked up to the two.

"Very good Spartans. You have proven yourself; if only a little though. Drilling never compares well with real combat, so we shall see how things go. For a first impression, however, very good." The two ginned at her.

"Thank you ma'am. WE will be ready when the time comes. I guarantee it." Integera nodded and turned to leave.

"I should hope so. Tonight after dinner, I will require the two of you in my office. We have much to discuss." The Spartan saluted and watched her walk away. Matt turned to the marines.

"Not bad guys, but not good enough. Alpha platoon, you have clean up duty for the day for turning out to be the slowest! Unacceptable! The rest of you, hit the showers, you've had a long day." Most men cheered and headed inside, while the men of Alpha groaned and headed for the breeching building. They would have to clean up the spent casings and redo the stuffed hostile dummies. After that they would have kitchen duty. Matt chuckled and walked back to the mansion. He went for his room, wanting to see what Seras had gotten into.