Seres was running threw the training area, in the mock 'street' they had set up with 2 streets of houses and buildings for all training plans. She was putting all her newly developed skills to the test, hiding, dodging and hunting the men she was training; she had first worried about the effect this would have on the men's moral.

It would rub in there noses the fact that, as hard as she tried to be just like them and fit in with them, she was not human and was… better wasn't the word, but, a 'more-able-combatant' would be the way she would put it.

But in the report she had been given -attached to the instructions for this training session, it was said that many of the men felt that they would do just as good a job at killing the vampires as Seres and Alacard. A few of the new recruits were big enough to even have a-go with her Harconnan Canon and not break there arms. Integra thought they were getting to big for there boots, and instead of having Alacard take it too far and mentally destroy her troops, she would have Seres gently but firmly remind them of there place on the missions.

They were doing regulation drill room clearance, one man opening the doors and covering while others moved into the room and into cover as they scanned all areas looking for her. They were also looking for 10 A3 playing cards she had placed around the course, they were supposed to be bonus awards and prizes for the men if they came out of the training still holding them.

She had put four of them in really easy to find places, floating right above the men as they had read the reward and cheered; the leader of the group had then tucked it into his bag and began to move forwards with his unit. It had been the work of a moment to slip an ethereal hand into his bag and remove the card, to replace it with one of the Jokers she carried.

The 5 squads of 20 had an hour to scan and clear all the rooms, while finding all the cards, they had radios that linked every man together and they carried live ammunition, the ordinary kind. It added a sense of danger to the mission, made several of them tense as they moved threw the grey, un-painted rooms.

Slinking up to squad 1, she turned into a shadow and followed behind several of the men, not bothering to move when there light beams shone on her. They were deep inside one of the block of 'flats', which weren't fitted with electric lights, there lamps were all they had to go on. Night-vision goggles didn't work well with the un-dead, they gave no heat signature and even chipped FREAKS managed to move to fast for them to keep up.

Slipping around them and under them, she turned in to a thin flat large of ooze, swiftly covering all the floor as they moved into the next room. Crawling up the walls, trying to keep her giggles quiet, she moved to the ceiling and then descended to shut the doors around the men, with flowing trails of black gloop.

It took only moments for the men to realise they were trapped and surround by her, they began to shoot at the walls and the doorways, trying to get out and having no compulsions against shooting the chirpy Dracalina.

With a simple movement, she closed around them and teleported them to the 'Tagged' area, were all those who had been caught were to go. Releasing them, she looked around them to make sure that no one had been shot by accident, that no one was too distraught, gave the four other squads already sitting there a bow and left. Teleporting back into the training areas, the men gaped as she left a small pile of bullets were she had been.

The next group she picked out were moving threw a building that was laid out like a supermarket, with a large space, filled with empty shelving units everywhere. She noted how good there performance and drill were before walking up to the last man in the unit and slipping a hand over his mouth and pulling him against her body.

You won't say a word, she purred into his mind, feeling his body relax as she started to control his mind. Your going to walk up to each man and tag him with this stick of red paint. Yes?

The man in her grasp nodded and she released him and pushed the paint stick into his unresisting hand, but as an after thought she whispered once more, don't hurt anyone. The team moved on and the man followed, silently, continuing to follow commands as ordered; she frowned for a moment, unsure that it had worked, walking openly but soundlessly behind the men. The man she had picked was one of the new ones, probably one of the ones with the big mouth but she hadn't looked that far.

Watching as the team stopped around one of the more well hidden cards, keeping look outs posted while it was inspected, she smiled as the man she had charmed suddenly opened his stick and began a mad-giggle-filled spree of tagging all the men in the party.

She walked out in to the open, distracting the sentries as she calmly walked towards them, confusing them. Her calm entrance had them puzzled as to wither she had a message or was it part of the training?

Lifting her arms, she held a small paintball gun in each hand and shot two of the men in the shoulders and another two in the sides of the head before they had even realised, Seres giggled and let go on one of the guns for it to float in mid air next to her hand, and snapped her fingers, releasing the mind controlled effect. The poor man looked around at his friends who were covered in large blobs and lines of red paint; he looked over and back at Seres, his eyes large.

"Time out for a minuet guys," she said cheerful but serious as she moved over to the group. "Your performance was one of the best I've seen out the groups, you were drill perfect. But this," Seres put her hand on her charmed victims shoulder, "is one of the key reasons why vampires are mine and Masters job. The human mind is an open book, easily picked up and read by even a novice like me."

The men shifted un easily around her as the realised the power she commanded, "but that was if we were fighting real vampires, most of them are as disgusted by the FREAKS as Hellsing is. The FREAKS we fight very rarely have such powers," the men relaxed a little, comforted by her words but alarmed by her next ones. "FREAKS make up there inferiority complex by being twice as vicious and sick minded and now being mixed with werewolf blood, they are worse than ever."

There was shuffling and mutterings between the men, but Seres smiled warmly at them all and tried to send out relaxing emotions to them, trying to cheer them, "but you did very well. You are still capable of killing them, but Sir Hellsing would rather that you lived than died heroically. Now off to the Tagged grounds, I've got more men to find."