Hm... I suppose I should end this story soon. I want to take a break from it, but I won't just stop in the middle of it. So I have to wrap the thing up in 5 chapters. 30 will be the last one for this story.

But how to tie off all loose ends in just 5 chapters?

Wait and see.

"Such a smart mouth for a stupid human," Alhambra smirked as he leaned forward in his chair. Fenrir's lips formed a thin smile.

"That which kills a monster is always a man," he quoted.

"What's that?" Alhambra raised an eyebrow.

"I held a small conversation with a friend of mine the day before we were hired for this. Which was about a week and half ago... Anyway, he asked me a question. 'Are you a hound, a man, or a monster?' Very philosophical, considering who he is..." Fenrir explained.

"What sort of a stupid question is that?" Alhambra was annoyed at this petty nonsense.

"Are you a hound? A man? Or a monster?" Fenrir asked him.

"I'm a monster, I suppose. And you are just a man," Alhambra leaned forward and rose to his feet. He dusted himself off and smiled. "Ready to die?"

"First of all, don't judge a book by its cover. And..." Fenrir popped his knuckles, "I am ready when you are."

Silence befell the two men. They both stared at each other, waiting for some unseen signal.

"DIE!" both men yelled in unison. With perfect synchronism, they reached into their jackets with their right hands. Still going at the same pace, they withdrew their weapons. Alhambra revealed a simple playing card, the Ace of Spades, while Fenrir brandished a his .357 magnum revolver. They both extended their arms, readied their weapons, and smiled as they released death upon each other.

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"Lets see..." Schrodinger mused to himself as he scurried back and forth in the cargo holds. "Food, guns, empty..." he studied each box he came across. Finally, he found what he was looking for. "Vell, this is interesting!" he pulled a large canvas sheet off of two large boxes. One was a simple wooden coffin. The other was a large black coffin made of a mysterious material. Wood, most likely. But the mysterious sheen it reflected made him think about it being made from marble, or some other polished stone. He looked at the wooden coffin and shrugged. "Lets see vat we have in here..." he slowly opened the lid.

"Zzzzzzz..." Seras was fast asleep. She was lumbering peacefully, completely unaware of who was looking down at her. Had she known a Nazi was spying on her, she would have already gone on the attack. But at the moment, she was too busy dreaming of a talking taco.

"Well, she is cute..." Schrodinger admitted. "Too bad she is an enemy. Otherwise..." his voice trailed off. He gently closed the lid and shrugged. "Perhaps we won't have to kill her..." he considered their orders. They where to capture anybody Hellsing sent. They where to offer them a job with Millenium. If they accepted it, then new allies would be made. If not... Schrodinger looked down at the Luger pistol strapped to his belt. He hoped that it wouldn't come to that. New faces among the ranks would be a welcomed sight. Working with the same people for 50 years got old.

Schrodinger looked over at the black coffin. He realized that whatever was in there was probably strong. Otherwise, this vampire wouldn't be in such a rinky-dink box compared to that one. And he didn't want to run the risk of waking it up. He sighed and turned around to leave. He would tell Rip what he saw, and they would decide what to do from there. Unfortunately, half way to the door, a voice from the shadows called out to him.

"Bonjour," a friendly voice greeted him. Schrodinger froze. A witness? But how? The entire lower deck was guarded by ghouls!

"How did you make it down here?" Schrodinger asked the darkness.

"The ghouls where tough. But I had a weapon..." the French accented voice replied.

"A gun? Why didn't we hear it?" the cat-boy scratched one of his ears.

"Tomohawks don't go bang," the voice replied stoicly. "My friend lent it to me."

"Oh... well, I'm sorry you had to catch on so soon," Schrodinger shrugged sadly. (A/N: Say that 5 times fast.)

"I'm sorry you had to find out about our little secret..." a hand emerged from the darkness and pointed at the wooden coffin.

"Oh, her? No big deal... we had hoped Hellsing would send a 'special' soldier. A young vampire will serve us just fine. I'm sure she will accept our offer..." the Nazi explained to the interloper.

"Offer?" the hand returned to the shadows.

"Yes..." Schrodinger smirked mischeviously. "It applies to you as well." Only silence came from the shadows. "You can work for us. How would you like that?"

"Us?" the voice asked. "Who is 'us', exactly?"

"Millenium!" Schrodinger threw his arms out, and smiled like a madman. "The Third Reich!"

"WHAT?!" the voice was caught off guard by this revelation.

"We are the last unit of Nazi Germany! We have kept the fight going all these years! And we have flourished! Join with us, and be part of the reconstruction of the 3rd German Empire! The 1000 Year Reich!" Schrodinger was quite caught up in his speech, his eyesb burning with fierce devotion, and a crazy smile that would rival both Alucard's and Anderson's. "That... or die..." he returned to his normal, calm self.

"Third Reich, eh?" the voice paused. The sound of a gun being unholstered reached Schroginer's ears. He smiled. "It is too bad I am French," the voice spat.

"Viva le resistance? No suprise..." Schrodinger smiled smugly. In the blink of an eye, he had his own gun unholstered and aimed into the darkness. "I can move faster than you. And I can see in the dark. Any last words?"

"Yes. Turn around," the voice advised him. At that exact moment, the sound of a gun's safety clicked behind Schrodinger's head.

"Huh?!" he spun around and found himself looking straight into the barrel of a large silver-plated pistol. A red-clad man with a wide-brimmed hat and a creepy grin was holding the gun.

"Guten tag!" the man smiled, revealing a set of fangs. He then pulled the trigger, and blasted Schrodinger's face into oblivion.

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"Vat is taking them so long?" Rip looked at her watch. "Schrodinger should be back by now..." She felt somebody tap her on the shoulder. She spun around and smiled at the young Nazi, who looked rather annoyed. "Ah, just the person I needed to see..."

"We have a problem," he told her.

"And what would that be?" Rip asked Schrodinger.

"In the last five minutes, I saw a cute vampire, talked to a French guy, had another vampire shove a freakishly huge gun into my face, had my head blown off, went back to base, told Zorin, and then came back here to warn you," he informed her with just one breath. Rip stared at him for several seconds, blinking in a confused manner.

"Vat?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Don't make me repeat it..." he groaned, "I have a headache."

Yes, quite the cliff hanger. Fenrir and Alhambra are fighting, Alucard is awake, and Schrodinger has a headache. WHAT'S NEXT!?

There's no telling.