Chap. 06 – Unlikely alliance with 'saints'
"What time is it Walter?" Integra asked, her voice echoing through the halls of the museum. Out of all the places in England, Iscariot wanted to meet here.
"It's just past three, mam," Walter replied.
Integra sighed. "They arranged this meeting and still managed to be late… do you think it's a trap?"
"I doubt it… to don't think Iscariot are bold enough to stage a daylight attack. Especially out in public, right in the heart of enemy territory." Integra just sighed again. She then began to hear a familiar voice… a voice that made her cringe every time she heard it. That bloody Italian pig… Enrico Maxwell, head of the Vatican thirteenth division, the Iscariot Organization. They basically do the same thing her organization does, and because of that both their originations have fought over turf for over a century. Enrico Maxell… his arrogance was a long as his white ponytail.
"Oh, dear…" he began, approaching her. "So sorry to keep you waiting---"
"That's close enough!" Integra snapped. Enrico halted in his tracks. "What business does the Vatican have here, and why send the Iscariot's, the dirtiest for their dirty little secrets?"
"How unfortunate… it appears that our reputation has preceded us," Enrico began, as he took of his glasses, revealing his true malicious intent within his phoney eyes. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Enrico Maxwell, I am the head of the Iscariot Organization… it is a honour to meet you." She knew damn well who he was; he just loved to repeat his title again and again… proud to be in the prestigious position he was in. Egoistic maniac.
"I really don't care who you are," she replied. "Just tell me what you want."
"There is no need for such a harsh tone… we didn't come all the way to England just to pick a fight with you Sir Integra---"
"I don't believe you! You have done nothing but show contempt for our treaties! The latest incident with Anderson in Northern Ireland was inexcusable. He killed two of my best men in Badrick… I barely managed to escape with my head still attached! And you have the goal---"
"Will you shut up!" Enrico demanded, as he crushed his glasses with his hands, showing dominion over this meeting.
"How dare you?!"
"You expect us to do as you please… two men… if we had slaughtered two million of your protestant scum, I would not had shed a tear. I'm under direct orders from his Holiness… otherwise I would not bother with you filthy creatures! So just shut up and pay attention you miserable English sow!"
"A sow?" Alucard soon fazed through the wall. He was hiding within the darkness the entire time, waiting for the perfect moment to give the fools from Iscariot a scare. Integra would never go to a meeting with Iscariot, without her best support in toe; these people would love nothing less than to see the Hellsing Organization crushed, and the easiest way to do that was to kill its head. Their actions were unpredictable… with Alucard was by her side, Integra never had to fret over Iscariot's next move. "Nothing like Iscariot to inspire the fear of God… such fearsome insults," Alucard continued. "Two thousand years of your inane prattle… truly, nothing ever seems to change."
"The great vampire Alucard," Enrico said with a smirk. "The Helsing family's pet creature, I don't believe I have ever seen you in person before… it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well… and now I must say goodbye." He slowly pulled his treasured altered combat pistol the 'Jackal', and aimed it at Enrico. "You call my master a sow, and you expect me to let you live? I'm afraid that I just going to have to put a bullet in you… you foolish little man."
"Oh, how so very terrifying… how is a man expected to deal, with men who put a gun in his face? I believe you agree that turn about is fair play…" Enrico's smile then smirked devilishly. "So why don't we make this fight more interesting? ANDERSON!!!"
Out from the distance down the hall, stood a tall, well built man, who radiated nothing but vengeance. 'The Paladin'… Iscariot's strongest agent… Father Alexander Anderson. Alucard had run into his dangerous character before, and enjoyed every minute of their one-on-one confrontation, which involved blades, bullets, and severed limbs. He considered this man to be his most recent rival… a man worthy enough of his respect. Anderson soon withdrew one of the many long blessed blades in which he always carried, along with a claw he decided to bring along for more enjoyment.
"Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance," Father Anderson began, in his deep Irish voice. "And for thine possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shall break them with the rod of iron, thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a porters Bessel." This was then Enrico realised that Anderson was on a holy rant, and when he began a holy rant, he could not be stopped. "Be wise now there for thee kings… be ye modest, ye judges of the earth… serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the sun lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little---"
"Anderson, stop!" Enrico ordered, however Anderson did not respond. Alucard began to darkly chuckle, as he stepped forth before an enraged Anderson.
"This will be over with one swing of my sword. Iscariot does not shirk when the enemy presents itself!" Soon Anderson and Alucard were facing off, Alucard with his guns aimed at the priest, and Anderson with his blessed blades, ready for attack.
Alucard laughed. "Neither of us could ever back down in from an enemy," he hissed. "C'mon then Judas priest!"
Anderson just laughed. "You won't be so lucky this time, vampire!" The two heads ordered them to stop, however it seemed they were ignoring their orders. This did not look good.
Soon Seras stepped in to save the day, as she masqueraded around the museum as an out-going tour guide, leading elderly Japanese tourists around the hall… and through Alucard and Anderson's war path. It became quite tense as Seras slowly led the elderly through, in hopes to allow her master and the priest to wind down from the heat of the moment… also spoiling it. Her strategy worked, as Alucard retreated into the shadows, and Anderson heading back outside. Well that was a close one… a few more seconds and a public place would have become a war zone. Thank the lord for Walter and Seras' quick thinking.
"It seems we both have to contend with some rather difficult subordinates," Integra then said. "Well… are you done, pig?"
"Oh, yes… I am quite done," Enrico replied sheepishly. "Now that the violence is out of the way… perhaps you would like to join me in the café garden?"
The knight just smiled. "Well, after you then." With that they headed outside, leaving Walter, Father Renaldo (Enrico's escort), and Seras to recover from a potential disaster.
"Well done!" Walter praised Seras, giving her the thumbs up.
"Thank you!"
In the café garden, Integra and Enrico got down to business. The reason why he came to England was because he possessed some information, which Integra would find rather useful in her investigation of this 'shadow organization' that was out there distributing artificial vampires, and causing her organization grief. He had all the information she needed to finally put the pieces together… and all she needed to do was say 'please' to receive the top secret information Iscariot had on 'Millennium'. Millennium was a Nazi organization left over from the Second World War… the Order of the Third Reich. Their speciality was recruiting the undead to conduct their assignments. It seemed after fifty years of obscurity, Millennium had finally risen from the shadows to begin a new campaign, creating vampires to use at their disposal… but what sort of campaign?
With that piece of business dealt with, Integra could finally move on to another matter that she wanted Enrico's aid in. It wasn't like her to ask help from such an enemy, or ask help from anyone for that matter… the fact of the matter was the issues she was now involved with concerning Hyrule was beginning to put pressure on her. It was time to call upon a favour from an old friend. She reached into her blouse pocket and pulled out a small trinket… an old toy pocket watch, which still ticked away. Enrico gasped; he hadn't seen that in a long time.
"Do you remember the time in the sand box, when we were children?" Integra began. "We even knew back then of the opposite sides we were destined to be on."
We made a promise to each other that day, while our superiors talked of peace between our organizations, which we both knew wouldn't last in the end," Enrico replied. "A promise of innocent friendship… a promise to help each other when in need, no matter how dire the relationship between our organizations were… to put our differences aside for the better of all. I never told you this before… but you… Teggy, were the only person I truly called a friend… and still do till this day."
"I need your help Enrico, on a another, more personal matter." She placed the toy pocket watch down on the table. Enrico picked it up and put in his pocket… indication that he would answer her plea.
"How can I be of service, Teggy?"
"You may come out now, your highness." Zelda, who was watching from the sheltered tables, soon got up and approached them. Enrico awed at Zelda's beauty, his eyes examining her strong womanly physic from head to toe. Wearing one of Integra's casual dresses fit for a modern day princess – dresses, which Integra never wears – Zelda sat down at the table. "I introduce to you princess Zelda of Hyrule."
"Hyrule? I never heard of such a nation."
"You better order another round of espressos Enrico, for we have much to discuss."
Seras, Walter and Father Renaldo, continued to watch the talk between Integra, Enrico and Zelda. They wondered why it was taking so long, and so decided to take a look outside to see what was going on. In order for Enrico to understand the situation, he had to be told of everything… Hyrule's creation, the Hero of Time, and the current situation of Hyrule… he was even briefed on the Twilight, which was being used as a portal between this world and Hyrule. Not only did Integra have this newly discovered Millennium to deal with, but also Hyrule. She really needed her and Enrico's organizations to work together on these matters… it was the only way to try and stay head against Millennium and Link.
"My, my, you have definitely put yourself into a pinch, Teggy," Enrico said. "I'm glad you told me of this… I as well agree we need to work together on this. You have my full support… we'll share the responsibilities of Millennium, and also the crisis in Hyrule. We'll show these upstarts who they are dealing with, a?"
Integra smirked. "I knew you would say as such," she replied. "So how would like to go about this?"
"For starters, I will send a few of my agents into Hyrule to support your men, who are currently protecting her highness' people in that village you spoke of before. I'll leave the decisions up to you after that."
"I thank you, bishop Maxwell," Zelda replied.
"No need to thank me your highness… this is what we do for a living. So when do we begin our advances against Millennium and this Link heretic?"
"After my people get back from Brazil, concerning the Millennium group. You say that they retreated to South America for half a century, so they must have left something behind that may prove useful to us. As we speak, two of my people are guarding the village in Hyrule, awaiting orders for our next move there. Will you be able to send that support you spoke of as soon as possible?"
"You have my word, Sir Teggy."