Hello, once again here is another far too long delayed update. This chapter is shorter than usual, since I really only wanted to do one thing with it.

Chapter 9: The 'Wildcard' of Division S

"Life's a gamble so if go ahead and roll those dice. It's only then that you know where you stand."

A small tune, not noteworthy in any true sense, echoed through the hallway. The man humming the song would indeed insist on its greatness, but would never bother to explain why he held such a mediocre song in such high opinion. Nor would he let the person asking express their opinion, for to him it mattered not. Such were the thoughts of one who spent his whole life fighting in the war against the undead. Even after his recruitment into Hellsing, he continued to fight in his own way, regardless of the consequences.

Such is the way of a man like Xavier Flynn.

Born to a Russian mother and a true Englishman for a father, Xavier was brought up in ways that differed from most in the suburbs of Manchester Connecticut. Although both his parents thought it best to educate him on his heritage, the young Xavier thought it only as tedious and mind-numbing. He instead would prefer to hang out with his friends away from his parents.

It was only because of this that he survived one fateful night twenty years ago at all. He returned one evening to find that his family had been brutally murdered, slaughter by the hands of a vampire who was still feasting on his mother as the twelve year old boy walked in. As the vampire approached him he blacked out. When he came to his senses, he was kneeling over the murderous vampire who had killed his parents. The vampire had lost his arms and legs and in young Xavier's hand was the rather large pocket knife that his father had given him for his eleventh birthday. Made out of pure silver, he merely watched as his body slammed the knife into the vampire's chest, causing the body to become nothing but dust.

The young boy didn't remember what happened next, only that when he woke up he was in a local Catholic church, sleeping on a pew in the back. When he sat he he realized that there was a man in a long gray trench coat watching him with a caring expression. Young Xavier soon found out that the man was from a secret organization within the Catholic church that focused on demon extermination. He explained that the being that Xavier had killed was a vampire, a demon who would feast on the blood on the living. It was then that he offered Xavier the chance to join the Iscariot order.

Xavier was merely silent as his young mind tried to process the information. After a long silence the boy merely stood up and walked out of the church. He returned home and raided his father's things, looking for items that he could pawn in order to get money and eventually found his father's banking card. He then painfully slowly began to travel to different parts of his home town, extracting as much money as he could from the account before heading to a pawn shop to sell his father's things.

He then headed to an underground gambling casino that he and his friends had heard about but always avoiding for safety. He entered with all of his money and went to the poker tables and sat down. The few there laughed at him, telling him that he should go home and have some juice with his mother. Xavier silenced them by slapping four hundred dollars on the table with three words.

"Deal the cards."

In an unprecedented moment that would be remembered in the underground gambling ring for the New England area of the United States, the young boy ended up walking away with a sum of money that was never really determined. However, it was enough for the boy to approach a man who knew how to smith silver into jewelry and small decorative weapons like the boy's pocket knife. Using that money, the boy ordered himself a weapon built the likes of which had rarely been seen before.

Upon completion, the boy merely paid the man and vanished, never to be seen again. He trained with the weapon for over seven years, truly mastering in a way that most would never think possible. He traveled from place to place, country to country, only long enough to gather any information he could on the creatures of the night. He destroyed a few vampires here and there as he traveled but nothing to really draw any attention, which was what he wanted.

His crowning achievement came soon after, as he waked into a town that seemed to be dead to the night. It had been a small town in southern England that had been quarantined due to the fact that a mysterious epidemic had broken out and no one seemed to leave the town alive, even the military and police forces that had already been sent in. As it had eventually turned out, the entire town was flooded with freak vampires and the ghouls that came as a result.

Before he had entered the area, local police had tried to stop him but he merely pushed past them. When he stepped foot inside the town, it was as if the whole town attacked him.

It only lasted three hours, and by the end the only one standing was Xavier. He ended up falling asleep in one of the abandoned houses after killing all the vampires and ghouls that had overrun the town.

Naturally, such a feat attracted the eye of the Hellsing Institution.

Flynn paused in front of Lord Hellsing's office, remembering just when he joined the Hellsing Institution.

Xavier woke in the middle of the night due to an unfamiliar presence near him. He frowned, thinking to himself about how he was sure he had killed all the vampires that were in the town. He slowly opened his eyes to see that the full moon was still high in the night sky. He blinked once, realizing he truly wasn't alone in the room and felt all his muscles tense up. In one quick motion, he threw the covers off the bed, fell to the ground in a forward roll, pulling his pocket knife from his boot, extending the blade and finally throwing it. The blade soared the air with the velocity that could be compared to an archer's arrow. What surprised him was that the blade impacted next to the window sill, sticking horizontally into the wall.

All of this did nothing to faze the woman who was staring out the window with her back to him. She turned her head slightly to look at the knife that was sticking into the sill remarkably close to her head. She turned back to the window, only asking, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

The boy readied his weapon as he rose to his feet. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice cautious. He didn't know who this was, but the fact that she had reacted to a knife thrown in her direction like that disturbed him slightly. It was as if she wouldn't have cared if it had killed her.

"Are you the one who cleaned out the vermin in this town?" She asked, her voice cold and indifferent. She still had yet to turn to face the young man.

He paused slightly, trying to figure out who she was and how she knew what he had done. "Depends on what you mean by vermin."

"I mean those blood suckers that I was sent here to kill." She said, reaching up to her eyes and pulling off a pair of dark purple sunglasses. She lowered her right hand that held the glasses and seemed to rub her eyes with her left before replacing the glasses on her face.

"Yes. I cut them to pieces. Vampire scum." He scoffed the last part of his statement under his breath.

"Who are you? You're obviously not from Iscariot." She said, turning to face him. Young Xavier was shocked at the woman's strange beauty. She had brown had that seemed to only go down to her shoulders. She wore a dark blue coat that bore the mark of some organization he had never heard of. The purple sunglasses kept her eyes from him but he could feel her glaring at him, as if searching into his soul. Not to mention that the woman had a figure to kill for.

"Ain't you supposed to introduce yourself before asking for someone else's name beautiful?" He asked in an amused tone. He had not lowered his guard in the slightest, but a small smirk played on his features.

She chuckled slightly, "The name is Seras Victoria, Hellsing special operative." She said with a small smile on her features.

"Heh, nice name babe. Name's Xavier and I'm your man if you want to know who cleaned house." He replied back, the smirk still evident on his face.

She noticed the boy's weapon and lost her smile. It seemed to fall into a deep sad expression as she said, "You're the second person that I've met to use a weapon like that."

Xavier raised an eyebrow, "That's surprising. I haven't heard of anyone else using something like this. It took me a long time to learn how to use it without hurting myself."

She nodded sadly. "Sadly though, he passed away a long time ago." She then shook her head and then said, "Come with me Xavier. My boss would like to offer you a job." She turned back to the window, "At least, if you're interested in doing things like this more often."

He frowned, "You're not from the Catholic church are you?"

She shook her head. "No, we are the Royal Protestant Knights of England." She then paused, "It's either yes or no. If you decide to join us, you will hear more."

He shrugged. It was a chance for him to exact more revenge on the kind that destroyed his family. "I never could say no to a beautiful woman darlin'." He said it with a poor imitation of a southern drawl.

She shook her head as if annoyed. "Gather your things then, there is a car waiting outside. My boss is waiting for you."

"Sure thing beautiful."

"Don't piss me off kid." She said as she grabbed the knife that was sticking into the wall. His eyes shot open as he watched he hand start to burn and make a sizzling noise as smoke slowly rose from the white glove she wore. She then threw the knife over her shoulder and it flew between Xavier's legs, landing behind him on his light shadow. Upon closer inspection, it would be noticed that the blade landed on where Xavier's shadow would have his... goods.

He raised his weapon immediately as it dawned on him. "Vampire bitch!" He yelled as he attacked. As he did so, the woman vanished and he merely hit the edge of the window, sending shards of glass and wood outside or to the floor of the room. It was then that Xavier felt someone behind him.

Before he could move he felt a rather large gun being pointed at his head. "One false move kid, and you're dead."

"You're one of them?" Xavier growled through his teeth as he looked over his shoulder to see the barrel of a large black gun being pointed directly at the side of his head.

"What do you think?" She said, a ghost of a smile playing on her features.

"Tell your boss then that I have no intentions working with a vampire." He said, spitting on the ground.

There was a long silence. "Let me guess: Your family was killed by vampires."

"Good guess bitch. I took care of that fucker, just like I took care of this town. And it'll be just like how I take care of you the second you lower that gun."

"You are nowhere near strong enough to even cause a wound on me, boy."

"Care to try me?"

The woman shook her head, as if annoyed. She kicked his back, sending him to the floor and wall. His back slammed against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. She lowered her arms but now the gun was gone. She removed the sunglasses from her eyes and placed them in a pocket in her coat. "You have two chances."

The man chuckled as he lashed out, the silver threads flying towards the woman's head. She merely ducked to the side and took a few steps towards him. He flipped to his feet, retracting the silver threads as he pulled his arm back. The threads came flying back along the ground. The woman merely jumped backwards as if a child skipping rope as the threads retracted. She suddenly vanished, causing him to take a step back.

He heard a voice say, "That's one." It was then that he felt something impact against his left shoulder. Before he could even look over, Victoria dislocated his shoulder. He screamed in pain as he stumbled forward. His right hand flew up to his shoulder in reflex and he gritted his teeth to keep himself from cursing. He took a few steps towards the center of the room and turned to face his enemy. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "You have one more chance." Came her cold voice.

The man charged her, his hand picking up the silver pocket knife as he dashed towards her. He sent out his threads as he brought the knife up to slash at her heart. The woman merely ducked the threads that were sent out and grabbed his wrist as the knife came within inches of her chest. "And that was two." She then applied pressure to the point where the boy's wrist snapped. His scream of pain was loud and it echoed throughout the small room. It was then that a sudden blow to the back of the head knocked the young man unconscious.

When he came to he was sitting in a rather posh limo seat. He was strapped down by the seat belt and shoulder harness. He also realized that his weapons had been taken from him. He looked over to his right to see a middle aged man smoking a cigar. The man was watching him with a suspicious glare, the cigar being held by his index and middle finger. He looked in front of him to see Seras training one of her guns on him. She betrayed nothing as she looked to the other occupant. Xavier looked over again and asked, "You the boss?"

The man nodded. "My name is William Hellsing, leader of the Royal Protestant Knights. We want you to join us."

Xavier chuckled slightly. "You want me to work with a vampire?"

The man paused for a moment. "Actually, if you could get her off my back I'd appreciate it."

"Watch it Lord Hellsing." Seras growled.

Xavier sighed. He reached into his pocket and withdrew an American quarter. He raised it and said as he flipped it in the air, "Call it in the air."

Unsure of what to say to such odd behavior, Lord Hellsing merely called, "Heads."

Xavier caught the quarter and slammed it on the backside of his left hand. He removed his right to see that it had landed heads side up. "Looks like we have a deal." He said with a hint of amusement.

Seras withdrew he gun and frowned at the man, "You're making a decision like that on the basis of a coin toss?"

The younger man merely chuckled, "It's the way I've lived since I've killed that first vampire seven years ago."

Xavier snapped out of his thoughts as he knocked on Lord Hellsing's door. "Sir, Agent Flynn reporting as ordered."

"It's unlocked." Came a gruff voice from inside the room. Xavier straightened up his tie and ran his hand through his long black hair before opening the door and stepping inside.

The room was the same as Xavier remembered it. The rather large window on the side of the office overlooked the old castle's courtyard. The desk was still covered with various papers and files, with only the desk lamp providing any sort of light. His eyes met the current leader of the Hellsing Institution and Xavier smirked as he snapped to attention. "You look well, Lord Hellsing."

"At ease agent." The man lowered his right hand into his pants pocket and stood there as if waiting for the man to continue.

Lord Hellsing looked over the elite agent from Division S. The first time he had met the man was ten years ago. Victoria had brought in a boy who apparently had wiped out an entire town full of vampires on his own. When William Hellsing met Xavier Flynn, the first impression had not been so good. The young man, not even old enough to drink in some countries, had no respect for the leader of the Helling family, and he held little doubt that the man still disrespected him. He was skilled though, making it into Division S after only being with the Institution for a few months. He made it through the Division S training in less than a year, something that by then been unprecedented.

Not only that, but the man had a reputation that was hard to disregard. Among his colleagues within Division S, Xavier Flynn had picked up the nickname 'Wildcard.' It was a play on words with two things: one was the way that the man made decisions on the whims of coins and dice, as if they were guided by fate. He was a gambler, with both his money and his life. The second reason came from the way he fought. The man's weapon was very unique in this day and age, and it was obvious that it took quite some time to master it in order to hunt vampires. However, the man was also creative as he attacked, often destroying supports to buildings and attacking fuel lines and such in order to make sure he annihilated his targets. The man seemed to always emerge unscathed from explosions or collapsed buildings that he caused, causing the rest of the Hellsing Institution to think that some god of death watched over this man with amusement.

Snapping back to the present, Lord Hellsing sat down at his desk. "Agent Flynn, you will be working with our intelligence department for the next week to find a place of utter disgust."

Xavier frowned, You've got to be kidding me. Ol' man Hellsing calls him in here to do detective work? "Sir, is someone from Division S really needed for this?"

"Yes. It is imperative that we find this location as soon as possible." Seeing the agent's confused look, he continued, "It is a freak chip factory. We have information regarding the existence of one in an area that intelligence has narrowed down to only a few sites. We don't want to start sending in teams because we don't want them to run. Only you and Victoria will know of these locations, once you have confirmed the information, a full strike team will be sent in."

"So I'll be working with Draculina again, eh?" Xavier asked with a hint of amusement. He grabbed his chin slightly and scratched it lightly as he closed his eyes and recalled the stunning figure of the vampire that served the Institution. She was still as beautiful as when he first met her, although far too serious for his liking.

"Speaking of which, she should be coming around sometime soon."

"Already here sir." Came a voice from behind Xavier. He didn't bother to react as he recognized the voice. He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see the woman walking forth from the shadow in the corner of the room.

He grinned as she walked up and stood next to him. "Good to see ya darlin'." He said with a mimicked southern drawl.

She didn't even bother to look at him but said, "Xavier, you've been here less than twenty minutes. Don't make me break your arm again."

"Enough!" Lord Hellsing said loud enough to cause both of them to rivet his attention. "You have your orders. Victoria has command, now go and find me that factory." Both nodded once and left the room, Xavier following behind Victoria as she walked towards the door. His gaze never left her lovely figure as she opened door and walked out.

Once the door had been shut behind him, Xavier chuckled and said with a hint of amusement, "I think a woman in a position of authority is really sexy, you know." Seras looked over her shoulder and Xavier watched in slight amusement as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He smirked as walked up next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "See something you like beautiful?" He asked with a soft but playful voice.

Seras' eyebrow twitched once again and before Xavier knew what had happened she was slamming him against the wall by his throat and holding him there. She leaned closer to him and said in a cold voice, "Listen Xavier, can we go through one mission together when you don't give me the uncontrollable urge to gut you like a fish?" She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing when she continued, "Now listen to me. I've been having a really shitty week. I've have been in confinement for the past three days watching as more of my sanity slip away after getting the shit beat out of me by an Iscariot pup who I underestimated in battle." She tightened her grip for a moment longer and said in an even harsher whisper, "So don't push me!"

Within the office of the Hellsing leader, the man merely chuckled as he heard someone get slammed into a wall. "Well that took longer than expected." He said with a hint of mirth in his voice, somehow knowing what just took place outside.

Xavier held up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry babe, chill." The woman dropped him and he rubbed his neck slightly as she left him behind, muttering angry curses under her breath. He merely smirked as he walked a little quicker to catch up, Hell has no fury next to a woman's scorn, eh? "So where do we start oh fearless leader?"

She opened the door and held it behind her as she answered him. "Port district. We're working off some information from some freaks I pulled the plug on a while back. Intelligence has narrowed it down to several sites."

Xavier followed behind her, bringing a quarter out of his pocket. As he followed her, he flipped the quarter up in the air and caught it, flipping it up once again after. It was an odd habit that the man had, have the time he wasn't even aware that he was doing it. "So why send us? Seems like a job for a normal group."

Seras turned around and snatched the coin out of the air before he could catch it again. "Because the last time we came this close, the perpetrators blew up all the evidence when our men entered the facility. We lost eleven good men that night, and a few others were very badly injured." She flipped the coin back to him, satisfied that she had been able to be the focus of attention while she was speaking.

Xavier grabbed the coin in midair and replaced it in his pocket, slightly annoyed at himself for bringing it out in the first place. "So is it both of us by night, and I run solo during the day?"

Seras shook his head. "There will be no solo movement. I will join you during the day searches." She remarked, starting to relax slightly in the man's presence.

Xavier frowned at that, "You can walk during the day? Thought that killed you guys."

Seras shot him a look that seemed to reflect that she was slightly insulted. "I'm a pure blood, don't underestimate me. We can still walk during the day, its just that most of our powers are sealed." She paused for a moment in her movement, causing the man to walk past her before he realized that she had stopped. "Come to think of it, this will be the first time I've seen the sunlight for about fifty years."

The man raised an eyebrow in amusement. "So I guess we have a date for brunch tomorrow, eh?" He replied jokingly, continuing to walk past the woman.

She sighed in irritation. "You just don't get it, do you?"

He chuckled, "No, I do. It's just that you look even more beautiful when you're irritated." She shot him a look that could kill but he didn't see it. He paused as he opened the exit, looking over his shoulder towards the female vampire. "You coming Draculina?"

She bit her tongue to keep from hurting him as she walked past the man, who was wearing a smug look on his face. "Wildcard, eventually your luck with me is going to run out. I hope you realize this."

The man chuckled, "Only every time I see you gorgeous."

Seras had to restrain herself from drawing the Jackal right then and there.

AN: My idea for Xavier Flynn's character comes from Janus from Black Cat. Of course, not everything is similar but whenever I pictured Flynn as I wrote this, I seemed to keep thinking of Janus, so it probably has more bearing that I would think. I think he's going to be a fun character to work with.

To those that have been reading this from when I first started posting it, yes it is going somewhere. It's just taking far longer than I had intended to get there. Not to mention my own delays due to writer's block and working on other stories instead (my fault entirely.)