Disclaimer- I own neither the Animes mentioned here in, or Law and Order, I
am however addicted to both. I do own Sharpfang and Legaran Moongara. If
you are wondering about the strange murder weapons, it was an idea that
floating into my head, I think it was from a program on "less than lethal"
if there is such a thing weapons and they said that even a bible could be
used as a weapon. So no complaining.
Sharpfang yawned; it had been a long night. Their prey had skipped again, and likely had fled to Canada. Sharpfang was not exactly thrilled with the minor nature of the hunt but the pay was good and it was an interesting test of the skills of the Gung Ho Guns. damn, that guy is hard to find{you're telling me} "What the Hell?" Sharpfang screamed, jumping back and nearly falling down the stairs. Legato caught her. A dark clothed figure ran past and nearly knocked them both off balance. Sharpfang half cursed, half roared as she lunged at that, reaching for her sword. now to see how sharp they got it this time Legato grabbed her by her collar. "No!" Legato snapped. "I do not want to have to clean up any messes while we are here." Sharpfang went limp. The figure kept moving. "Ok, what is that?" Sharpfang said, pointing to the badly disfigured body in the hallway. "Since when did the dead bother my second in command?" "Since they started appearing on my door step without my help." Sharpfang answered back sharply. {sorry}chalk on up to sleep deprivation Sharpfang took out her cell phone and called the police.
"So what do we have?" Briscoe asked the crime scene technician. "A male, late 30s, beaten to death. Those two found him." He motioned to Sharpfang and Legato who were both trying very hard to make an exit. "Either of you two see anything?" Curtis asked Sharpfang and Legato. "Yes, we were just coming back from dinner and we were nearly run off the stairs by an unnaturally tall male going the opposite direction." Sharpfang said, hiding her katana behind her back. {try mind control its easier}you do it{fine, you could wave that sword within an inch of their nose and they would not see it now}thank you "If you are going ask if we got a good look at him, the answer is no." Legato added. "Thank you, you can go now, we will get in touch if there's anything else." Curtis said. They did not need to be told twice. "Hey, Ray, here's something strange." Briscoe said, pointing to a book lying by the victim. "It's the murder weapon, and it's a bible." "You're kidding me, Lenny." The stunned detective responded. "No, he is not." The technician added, " the book is soaked in blood and the victim has imprints of the spine on his chest and head."
"So he was killed with a bible?" Anita Van Buren asked her two detectives. "It appears that way." Briscoe answered. "This makes how many, Lenny?" "Five." "Great, talk about ironies." "Doesn't it bother anyone that this mad man is defiling the word of God with blood." Curtis said sounding angry. "I mean how many times does Jesus say to forgive your enemies." "Just because he kills with it, does not mean he has read it." The older detective remarked. "Enough, we need to catch this guy, save the religious commentary for later, do you have any leads?" Van Buren asked. "One, the two who found the last victim saw someone leaving the scene."
"Are you sure you can not remember anything else?" Lenny asked Sharpfang. "Sorry, I can't, I was too busy trying not fall." Sharpfang answered. "I was occupied with catching her when the guy ran by. He nearly knocked her down the stairs." Legato added.you are lying{its just a slightly bent truth}you are hopeless About this time Wolfwood walked in. "Legato, who are these people?" He asked. "Their from the homicide unit of the police." Legato explained. "They want to know about that guy Sharpfang and I found last night." "You're a priest, aren't you?" Curtis asked Wolfwood. "Yah, so?" "Just wondering. Where were you last night?" "Here, reading. Who was killed anyway?" "The guy who lives one floor above us. You know, the one who a jerk to you." Sharpfang answered. "Thank for your help, we will be in touch." Briscoe said, turning to leave. He took one quick look at their bookshelf. "These yours?" He asked Wolfwood, motioning to the religious texts. "Yah, after all I am a priest." "No bible?" Rey asked. "No." "Where did you say you were a priest?" "I didn't, I over see an orphanage in another city, I am retreat here, but I left my bible at home, I was not expecting to do any ministering while on vacation. That is just reading material." Wolfwood answered. The two detectives took one last look around and left. "Lets talk to the super about both our victim and that group." Curtis suggested as soon as the door was closed.
"You want to know about the guy you found dead. He was bum, total jerk, took me forever to get rent from him, and always something strange going on in his apartment." The superintendent said. "You know, strange sounds, strange smells." "And the group we asked about." "Very nice, pretty quiet. Asked for a permit for two pets, turns out they are wolves that are as tame as lap dogs. One thing that seemed strange though was that the youngest of the group, Sharpfang, I think, did all the talking. But she always checked things with the guy with the blue hair. They are always together, I mean I always see them together. She seems a little young for him, but who am I to judge, the other three did not talk. The other woman was a little weird, strange thing over her eye. When I asked, she just snapped." "That makes five, we only saw three." Briscoe commented. "The other two work, one is a musician, and the other woman is a teacher." "Can we see their application?" "Sure." The super handed them the forms. "Can we have copies of these?"
"Ok, this priest, his name is Nicolas D. Wolfwood. He is in the system because he has permits for 6 semi-auto pistols, Sharpfang has carry permits for two semi-automatics, no makes or models are listed for either, just brand not on record." Curtis said staring at the printout. "The others are not." Briscoe added. "Hey, Ray, how many priests you know own that kind of fire power but no bible?" "None." "If you think he is strange, you should meet his two roommates, Legato and Sharpfang." "Oh?" The lieutenant asked. "Legato has blue hair and these piercing yellow eyes." Briscoe explained. "And he is fiercely protective of Sharpfang." "Sharpfang is even stranger, she wears all black leather with silver accent, medieval style and has a permit to carry a katana, I saw the sword and the permit. And, just for effect, she has two gray wolves." Curtis added. "That's along with two semi-automatics of a brand unknown?" "I have never seen a permit like this, but it is there." "Go look into the victim just to be sure we are not barking up the wrong tree, get the super to open his apartment."
"What died in here?" Ray asked, as he opened the door into the apartment. The whole place looked like a horror movie set. A huge upside down pentagram hung above an altar opposite them. "Look at this." Lenny said, pointing to the floor, there was huge pool of blood. They followed the trail of blood to another victim. "He's been here since his friend was killed." Ray said, and then called the crime scene people on his cell phone.
"Male, mid 30s, killed about 36 hours ago, about the same time your other victim was. This victim, however, was not beaten to death. He was stabbed with a single edged blade." The medical examiner explained. "The blade was long, but not like a knife, it had a single incline point. More than likely an oriental blade." "What?" Ray asked. "Like a ninja sword." "Or a katana." Briscoe finished. "That would be consistent."
"Police, open up." Briscoe said, knocking on Sharpfang's door. "Can we speak with you?" Ray asked. "Sure, I have told you, I want to be of help." "Where are your wolves?" Briscoe asked, surveying the apartment. "Amaraq, Azure, come here, and bring my sword, I think the detectives want to see it." Sharpfang yelled behind her, then motioned for them to come in and sit down. "What are you, psychic?" Briscoe asked sitting down. "No, considering how much blood has soaked into the ceiling, I figure something or someone was stabbed. And since I have the only documented long blade in the building, I figured you want to see it." "You did not think anything of the blood soaked ceiling?" "No, considering it has happened before, except last time it was animal blood, at least according to my wolves. They don't like human blood, I know that because I accidentally cut my hand once, and then tried to feed them, they would not take it."no, I am not going to tell them I can talk to you "Why not?" was the telepathic response. At this point, the two gray wolves trotted in, one was holding a sword. The blade nearly slid out of the sheath, Sharpfang took the sword from him and slid it back into the sheath. "Thank you Amaroq, that's a good boy. Now sit both of you." They obeyed. Sharpfang handed Lenny the sword. "Where is your friend, Nicholas D. Wolfwood?" Briscoe asked taking the sword from her. "Come to think of it, where is everyone else?" Curtis asked. "Midvalley and Dominique are at work, Wolfwood is out on a walk and Legato is getting dinner for all of us, ok?" "We need to talk to Mr. Wolfwood when he returns. But thank you for letting us test your sword, would you mind if we took a look around." "I had it sharpened a week ago, just to warn you but I have no problem with you looking around." Sharpfang said. They both stared at her. "Which room is Wolfwood's?" "The other one." Sharpfang said. "Legato and I share a room, the other three share the two rooms on the other side of the apartment." "This is your room?" Briscoe asked, shocked. He surveyed the place, half of the room was carpeted in two very strange looking hides, and the wall was hung with at least a dozen swords, plus three very strange looking animal skulls. Two large caliber semi-automatic pistols with jackals painted across the muzzles rested on the dresser. On a table against the wall stood two statues, a figure of a jackal headed human and a wolf. The other half of the room was bare by comparison. "Yah, well, I kind of like collecting blades, in case you did not notice. The hide rugs make Legato nervous but he deals with it. His bed is closer to the door, hence the lack of decoration." Sharpfang explained.
"How long are the lab results going to take?" Van Buren asked completely stunned. "At least two days. There is canine blood on the sword, probably from one of her wolves, from having one of them fetch it like it's a stick, plus whatever animal blood dripped onto the blade from above, so the lab has to sort through everything to actually find human blood, if it is there." Curtis explained. "But her alibi is solid, the door man saw them come in about an hour after the time of death on your first victim plus the credit card company has a transaction on her card about 20 minutes before so we can knock her off the list, my guess, the murderer kills the first guy, then waits around and kills the guy in the hall and then flees." Briscoe added. "What about this Wolfwood, he has an alibi?" Van Buren continued. "We have yet to talk to the gun happy priest." Briscoe remarked. "And I think I have a motive for you, the two victims were Satan worshipers, the bible was a touch of poetic justice." "Please tell you are joking." The shocked lieutenant said. "No, he isn't, you should have seen this place, it had everything, including a list of all of our other victims, they were all part of the cult." Curtis explained. "So you think they were part of a satanic cult that a renegade priest was trying to wipe out. It's a nice motive, nail it all down." Van Buren said.
"It might be your murder weapon, it might not." The ME said. "Might not?" Briscoe asked. "It is consistent, however, I found one thing a little out of place. This weapon was just sharpened right? There should be a small amount of metal shavings, I mean if it was not used between the time it was sharpened and when it was used to kill this guy, I have yet to find any. But this blade is an extremely unusual alloy, if there are an trace amounts of metal in the wounds, trust me I will be able to make a definitive match one way or the other." "Anything else?" Curtis added. "Yah, ask her where she got it, I have a technician in the ballistics department who has been eyeing it." Both of the detectives rolled their eyes.
"Detective, you have a call, its from a Sharpfang, she says that Wolfwood has come back if you want to talk to him."
"Oh, you're back." Sharpfang said, opening the door. "Yes, may we speak with Wolfwood?" Briscoe asked. "Sure, hey Nick, wake up and get out here." Sharpfang yelled over her shoulder. "Coming" was the drowsy reply from the other room. try and look presentable Sharpfang ordered Wolfwood telepathically. By the time Nicholas entered, he looked a little less like he had just gotten out of bed. "We would rather do this down at the station." Briscoe said. "Fine, I will also go with you." Sharpfang said bluntly. "Then I will go too." Legato said. "I am what you call her legal guardian." "That's nice, but why do you want to come with us, Sharpfang?" Curtis asked. "Because I am the only one here with any legal knowledge." "You are planning to act as his lawyer, he is not even under arrest." yet
"Its only a matter of time till the lab results come back." Briscoe said to Wolfwood. They were sitting in the interrogation room of the station. "I have not done anything." "Oh, please, you own 6 guns, but you don't have a bible, come on Father, you don't honestly believe that." Curtis commented. "He could not have done it." Sharpfang said bluntly. "Why?" Briscoe said. "Because there is one detail you missed, I had just picked up my katana when I was coming back. Check the records. I had picked it up before dinner." "You said it was sharpened a week ago." Curtis said. "Correct, I had it sharpened a week ago, but I had not gotten around to picking it up and paying for it till two days ago." Sharpfang continued. "I know you can get credit card records, so check. My mistake for assuming you had looked." There was a knock at the door, and Curtis left. "So, what do you think?" Curtis said. "I think she knows more than your average 17 year old." Van Buren said, staring into the interrogation room. "And she is right, you missed that when you were looking at the credit card records." "You did not see her room, she had at least a half dozen other blades." "So, you only took her sword." "Because it was the only thing with blood on it, but we should have checked her other weapons." "Hold them for now." Van Buren said. "Lieutenant, you might want to see this." On of the junior officers said, coming into the observation room. "There was another murder."
"It happened about an hour ago." An officer said. "And this time I found two murder weapons. Your victim was beaten and then stabbed." "You found both weapons?" Briscoe asked.
"You are free to go." Curtis said to Sharpfang, Legato and Wolfwood. "Its hard to commit murder when you are in the interrogation room." "Detective, if you need any assistance, please call us, no hard feelings, we all have a job to do." Sharpfang said, shaking Curtis's hand. The others had left. "This is yours, I think you will want to take it before one of our technicians walks off with it." Curtis said, handing Sharpfang her katana. "The ME wanted to know, where did you get it?" "Birthday present from Legato, as to where he got it, I do not know, but the handle is my design."
"Who are you?" Van Buren asked the thin white haired woman standing in her office. She too wore a sword, except she was wearing a saber; it complimented her military styled uniform. Since when did a sword become a fashion accessory? Van Buren thought to herself. "It is none of your business, just tell me if you have caught anyone who is using the word of the Lord as a murder weapon." The woman said. She had a strong English accent. "No, the suspect we had could not have done it. So we are back to square one." "Have you ever heard of the Iscariot organization?" The woman asked. "No. Should I have?" Van Buren looked skeptical. "Let me see the murder weapon you recovered." "I can't, it's against procedure." "I don't care, let me see it." "Would a picture due?" "Yes." The woman said, taking the picture from Van Buren. "Damn, it is Iscariot. What are they doing over here?" "You know something?" Van Buren asked staring at the confused woman. "You are looking for an un-naturally tall Catholic priest. I expect when you catch him, you will extradite him to England where we will try him." "Let us catch him first." Van Buren said.
"Police, freeze." Briscoe shouted, brandishing his gun at the priest. "What authority do you have to stand in the way of the will of God?" The priest said. "Just drop your blades and come with us." Briscoe said. "I think not." The priest swung his arms around creating a wall of paper. Briscoe and Curtis both stared. Neither of the detectives could move when a large number of swords came flying out of the center. The sounds of gunshots broke the detectives out of their daze. A tall, thin figure in a red coat stood in the doorway holding two semi-automatics; he had just split nearly all of the flying swords. Two crossbow bolts snapped the weapons closest to the detectives ultimately saving their lives; another bolt stuck the priest robe to the ground. Curtis turned and saw Sharpfang in the shadow holding a crossbow. She saluted and faded back into the shadows. "Who are you?" Briscoe said. "Not to sound ungrateful but do you have permits for those?" "I am an agent of the Hellsing organization." The figure said. "Sorry for the lack of explanation," the strange woman said as she appeared at the side of the strange male. "I am Integra Winggate Hellsing, Head of the Hellsing Organization, hunters of the undead and those who break the laws of God." "At any rate, you, priest you are under arrest for murder." Briscoe said snapping cuffs onto the priest. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, if you can not afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you." "Hey, Sharpfang, what are you doing here?" Curtis asked, once the priest had been shoved into the patrol car. "Other than saving your lives, seeing the man who nearly got my friend arrested." She said. shit, what is Integra doing here Sharpfang hid herself as fast as she could the moment she saw Integra and Alucard.
I promise to have the next chapter up when get over my slightly bad case of writers block.
Sharpfang yawned; it had been a long night. Their prey had skipped again, and likely had fled to Canada. Sharpfang was not exactly thrilled with the minor nature of the hunt but the pay was good and it was an interesting test of the skills of the Gung Ho Guns. damn, that guy is hard to find{you're telling me} "What the Hell?" Sharpfang screamed, jumping back and nearly falling down the stairs. Legato caught her. A dark clothed figure ran past and nearly knocked them both off balance. Sharpfang half cursed, half roared as she lunged at that, reaching for her sword. now to see how sharp they got it this time Legato grabbed her by her collar. "No!" Legato snapped. "I do not want to have to clean up any messes while we are here." Sharpfang went limp. The figure kept moving. "Ok, what is that?" Sharpfang said, pointing to the badly disfigured body in the hallway. "Since when did the dead bother my second in command?" "Since they started appearing on my door step without my help." Sharpfang answered back sharply. {sorry}chalk on up to sleep deprivation Sharpfang took out her cell phone and called the police.
"So what do we have?" Briscoe asked the crime scene technician. "A male, late 30s, beaten to death. Those two found him." He motioned to Sharpfang and Legato who were both trying very hard to make an exit. "Either of you two see anything?" Curtis asked Sharpfang and Legato. "Yes, we were just coming back from dinner and we were nearly run off the stairs by an unnaturally tall male going the opposite direction." Sharpfang said, hiding her katana behind her back. {try mind control its easier}you do it{fine, you could wave that sword within an inch of their nose and they would not see it now}thank you "If you are going ask if we got a good look at him, the answer is no." Legato added. "Thank you, you can go now, we will get in touch if there's anything else." Curtis said. They did not need to be told twice. "Hey, Ray, here's something strange." Briscoe said, pointing to a book lying by the victim. "It's the murder weapon, and it's a bible." "You're kidding me, Lenny." The stunned detective responded. "No, he is not." The technician added, " the book is soaked in blood and the victim has imprints of the spine on his chest and head."
"So he was killed with a bible?" Anita Van Buren asked her two detectives. "It appears that way." Briscoe answered. "This makes how many, Lenny?" "Five." "Great, talk about ironies." "Doesn't it bother anyone that this mad man is defiling the word of God with blood." Curtis said sounding angry. "I mean how many times does Jesus say to forgive your enemies." "Just because he kills with it, does not mean he has read it." The older detective remarked. "Enough, we need to catch this guy, save the religious commentary for later, do you have any leads?" Van Buren asked. "One, the two who found the last victim saw someone leaving the scene."
"Are you sure you can not remember anything else?" Lenny asked Sharpfang. "Sorry, I can't, I was too busy trying not fall." Sharpfang answered. "I was occupied with catching her when the guy ran by. He nearly knocked her down the stairs." Legato added.you are lying{its just a slightly bent truth}you are hopeless About this time Wolfwood walked in. "Legato, who are these people?" He asked. "Their from the homicide unit of the police." Legato explained. "They want to know about that guy Sharpfang and I found last night." "You're a priest, aren't you?" Curtis asked Wolfwood. "Yah, so?" "Just wondering. Where were you last night?" "Here, reading. Who was killed anyway?" "The guy who lives one floor above us. You know, the one who a jerk to you." Sharpfang answered. "Thank for your help, we will be in touch." Briscoe said, turning to leave. He took one quick look at their bookshelf. "These yours?" He asked Wolfwood, motioning to the religious texts. "Yah, after all I am a priest." "No bible?" Rey asked. "No." "Where did you say you were a priest?" "I didn't, I over see an orphanage in another city, I am retreat here, but I left my bible at home, I was not expecting to do any ministering while on vacation. That is just reading material." Wolfwood answered. The two detectives took one last look around and left. "Lets talk to the super about both our victim and that group." Curtis suggested as soon as the door was closed.
"You want to know about the guy you found dead. He was bum, total jerk, took me forever to get rent from him, and always something strange going on in his apartment." The superintendent said. "You know, strange sounds, strange smells." "And the group we asked about." "Very nice, pretty quiet. Asked for a permit for two pets, turns out they are wolves that are as tame as lap dogs. One thing that seemed strange though was that the youngest of the group, Sharpfang, I think, did all the talking. But she always checked things with the guy with the blue hair. They are always together, I mean I always see them together. She seems a little young for him, but who am I to judge, the other three did not talk. The other woman was a little weird, strange thing over her eye. When I asked, she just snapped." "That makes five, we only saw three." Briscoe commented. "The other two work, one is a musician, and the other woman is a teacher." "Can we see their application?" "Sure." The super handed them the forms. "Can we have copies of these?"
"Ok, this priest, his name is Nicolas D. Wolfwood. He is in the system because he has permits for 6 semi-auto pistols, Sharpfang has carry permits for two semi-automatics, no makes or models are listed for either, just brand not on record." Curtis said staring at the printout. "The others are not." Briscoe added. "Hey, Ray, how many priests you know own that kind of fire power but no bible?" "None." "If you think he is strange, you should meet his two roommates, Legato and Sharpfang." "Oh?" The lieutenant asked. "Legato has blue hair and these piercing yellow eyes." Briscoe explained. "And he is fiercely protective of Sharpfang." "Sharpfang is even stranger, she wears all black leather with silver accent, medieval style and has a permit to carry a katana, I saw the sword and the permit. And, just for effect, she has two gray wolves." Curtis added. "That's along with two semi-automatics of a brand unknown?" "I have never seen a permit like this, but it is there." "Go look into the victim just to be sure we are not barking up the wrong tree, get the super to open his apartment."
"What died in here?" Ray asked, as he opened the door into the apartment. The whole place looked like a horror movie set. A huge upside down pentagram hung above an altar opposite them. "Look at this." Lenny said, pointing to the floor, there was huge pool of blood. They followed the trail of blood to another victim. "He's been here since his friend was killed." Ray said, and then called the crime scene people on his cell phone.
"Male, mid 30s, killed about 36 hours ago, about the same time your other victim was. This victim, however, was not beaten to death. He was stabbed with a single edged blade." The medical examiner explained. "The blade was long, but not like a knife, it had a single incline point. More than likely an oriental blade." "What?" Ray asked. "Like a ninja sword." "Or a katana." Briscoe finished. "That would be consistent."
"Police, open up." Briscoe said, knocking on Sharpfang's door. "Can we speak with you?" Ray asked. "Sure, I have told you, I want to be of help." "Where are your wolves?" Briscoe asked, surveying the apartment. "Amaraq, Azure, come here, and bring my sword, I think the detectives want to see it." Sharpfang yelled behind her, then motioned for them to come in and sit down. "What are you, psychic?" Briscoe asked sitting down. "No, considering how much blood has soaked into the ceiling, I figure something or someone was stabbed. And since I have the only documented long blade in the building, I figured you want to see it." "You did not think anything of the blood soaked ceiling?" "No, considering it has happened before, except last time it was animal blood, at least according to my wolves. They don't like human blood, I know that because I accidentally cut my hand once, and then tried to feed them, they would not take it."no, I am not going to tell them I can talk to you "Why not?" was the telepathic response. At this point, the two gray wolves trotted in, one was holding a sword. The blade nearly slid out of the sheath, Sharpfang took the sword from him and slid it back into the sheath. "Thank you Amaroq, that's a good boy. Now sit both of you." They obeyed. Sharpfang handed Lenny the sword. "Where is your friend, Nicholas D. Wolfwood?" Briscoe asked taking the sword from her. "Come to think of it, where is everyone else?" Curtis asked. "Midvalley and Dominique are at work, Wolfwood is out on a walk and Legato is getting dinner for all of us, ok?" "We need to talk to Mr. Wolfwood when he returns. But thank you for letting us test your sword, would you mind if we took a look around." "I had it sharpened a week ago, just to warn you but I have no problem with you looking around." Sharpfang said. They both stared at her. "Which room is Wolfwood's?" "The other one." Sharpfang said. "Legato and I share a room, the other three share the two rooms on the other side of the apartment." "This is your room?" Briscoe asked, shocked. He surveyed the place, half of the room was carpeted in two very strange looking hides, and the wall was hung with at least a dozen swords, plus three very strange looking animal skulls. Two large caliber semi-automatic pistols with jackals painted across the muzzles rested on the dresser. On a table against the wall stood two statues, a figure of a jackal headed human and a wolf. The other half of the room was bare by comparison. "Yah, well, I kind of like collecting blades, in case you did not notice. The hide rugs make Legato nervous but he deals with it. His bed is closer to the door, hence the lack of decoration." Sharpfang explained.
"How long are the lab results going to take?" Van Buren asked completely stunned. "At least two days. There is canine blood on the sword, probably from one of her wolves, from having one of them fetch it like it's a stick, plus whatever animal blood dripped onto the blade from above, so the lab has to sort through everything to actually find human blood, if it is there." Curtis explained. "But her alibi is solid, the door man saw them come in about an hour after the time of death on your first victim plus the credit card company has a transaction on her card about 20 minutes before so we can knock her off the list, my guess, the murderer kills the first guy, then waits around and kills the guy in the hall and then flees." Briscoe added. "What about this Wolfwood, he has an alibi?" Van Buren continued. "We have yet to talk to the gun happy priest." Briscoe remarked. "And I think I have a motive for you, the two victims were Satan worshipers, the bible was a touch of poetic justice." "Please tell you are joking." The shocked lieutenant said. "No, he isn't, you should have seen this place, it had everything, including a list of all of our other victims, they were all part of the cult." Curtis explained. "So you think they were part of a satanic cult that a renegade priest was trying to wipe out. It's a nice motive, nail it all down." Van Buren said.
"It might be your murder weapon, it might not." The ME said. "Might not?" Briscoe asked. "It is consistent, however, I found one thing a little out of place. This weapon was just sharpened right? There should be a small amount of metal shavings, I mean if it was not used between the time it was sharpened and when it was used to kill this guy, I have yet to find any. But this blade is an extremely unusual alloy, if there are an trace amounts of metal in the wounds, trust me I will be able to make a definitive match one way or the other." "Anything else?" Curtis added. "Yah, ask her where she got it, I have a technician in the ballistics department who has been eyeing it." Both of the detectives rolled their eyes.
"Detective, you have a call, its from a Sharpfang, she says that Wolfwood has come back if you want to talk to him."
"Oh, you're back." Sharpfang said, opening the door. "Yes, may we speak with Wolfwood?" Briscoe asked. "Sure, hey Nick, wake up and get out here." Sharpfang yelled over her shoulder. "Coming" was the drowsy reply from the other room. try and look presentable Sharpfang ordered Wolfwood telepathically. By the time Nicholas entered, he looked a little less like he had just gotten out of bed. "We would rather do this down at the station." Briscoe said. "Fine, I will also go with you." Sharpfang said bluntly. "Then I will go too." Legato said. "I am what you call her legal guardian." "That's nice, but why do you want to come with us, Sharpfang?" Curtis asked. "Because I am the only one here with any legal knowledge." "You are planning to act as his lawyer, he is not even under arrest." yet
"Its only a matter of time till the lab results come back." Briscoe said to Wolfwood. They were sitting in the interrogation room of the station. "I have not done anything." "Oh, please, you own 6 guns, but you don't have a bible, come on Father, you don't honestly believe that." Curtis commented. "He could not have done it." Sharpfang said bluntly. "Why?" Briscoe said. "Because there is one detail you missed, I had just picked up my katana when I was coming back. Check the records. I had picked it up before dinner." "You said it was sharpened a week ago." Curtis said. "Correct, I had it sharpened a week ago, but I had not gotten around to picking it up and paying for it till two days ago." Sharpfang continued. "I know you can get credit card records, so check. My mistake for assuming you had looked." There was a knock at the door, and Curtis left. "So, what do you think?" Curtis said. "I think she knows more than your average 17 year old." Van Buren said, staring into the interrogation room. "And she is right, you missed that when you were looking at the credit card records." "You did not see her room, she had at least a half dozen other blades." "So, you only took her sword." "Because it was the only thing with blood on it, but we should have checked her other weapons." "Hold them for now." Van Buren said. "Lieutenant, you might want to see this." On of the junior officers said, coming into the observation room. "There was another murder."
"It happened about an hour ago." An officer said. "And this time I found two murder weapons. Your victim was beaten and then stabbed." "You found both weapons?" Briscoe asked.
"You are free to go." Curtis said to Sharpfang, Legato and Wolfwood. "Its hard to commit murder when you are in the interrogation room." "Detective, if you need any assistance, please call us, no hard feelings, we all have a job to do." Sharpfang said, shaking Curtis's hand. The others had left. "This is yours, I think you will want to take it before one of our technicians walks off with it." Curtis said, handing Sharpfang her katana. "The ME wanted to know, where did you get it?" "Birthday present from Legato, as to where he got it, I do not know, but the handle is my design."
"Who are you?" Van Buren asked the thin white haired woman standing in her office. She too wore a sword, except she was wearing a saber; it complimented her military styled uniform. Since when did a sword become a fashion accessory? Van Buren thought to herself. "It is none of your business, just tell me if you have caught anyone who is using the word of the Lord as a murder weapon." The woman said. She had a strong English accent. "No, the suspect we had could not have done it. So we are back to square one." "Have you ever heard of the Iscariot organization?" The woman asked. "No. Should I have?" Van Buren looked skeptical. "Let me see the murder weapon you recovered." "I can't, it's against procedure." "I don't care, let me see it." "Would a picture due?" "Yes." The woman said, taking the picture from Van Buren. "Damn, it is Iscariot. What are they doing over here?" "You know something?" Van Buren asked staring at the confused woman. "You are looking for an un-naturally tall Catholic priest. I expect when you catch him, you will extradite him to England where we will try him." "Let us catch him first." Van Buren said.
"Police, freeze." Briscoe shouted, brandishing his gun at the priest. "What authority do you have to stand in the way of the will of God?" The priest said. "Just drop your blades and come with us." Briscoe said. "I think not." The priest swung his arms around creating a wall of paper. Briscoe and Curtis both stared. Neither of the detectives could move when a large number of swords came flying out of the center. The sounds of gunshots broke the detectives out of their daze. A tall, thin figure in a red coat stood in the doorway holding two semi-automatics; he had just split nearly all of the flying swords. Two crossbow bolts snapped the weapons closest to the detectives ultimately saving their lives; another bolt stuck the priest robe to the ground. Curtis turned and saw Sharpfang in the shadow holding a crossbow. She saluted and faded back into the shadows. "Who are you?" Briscoe said. "Not to sound ungrateful but do you have permits for those?" "I am an agent of the Hellsing organization." The figure said. "Sorry for the lack of explanation," the strange woman said as she appeared at the side of the strange male. "I am Integra Winggate Hellsing, Head of the Hellsing Organization, hunters of the undead and those who break the laws of God." "At any rate, you, priest you are under arrest for murder." Briscoe said snapping cuffs onto the priest. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law, if you can not afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you." "Hey, Sharpfang, what are you doing here?" Curtis asked, once the priest had been shoved into the patrol car. "Other than saving your lives, seeing the man who nearly got my friend arrested." She said. shit, what is Integra doing here Sharpfang hid herself as fast as she could the moment she saw Integra and Alucard.
I promise to have the next chapter up when get over my slightly bad case of writers block.