Choices
C4: New Allies
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"May God and her Majesty be with you. Amen."
"Amen."
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There was no plan for the infiltration of the Iscariot organization. Walter had to remain at Hellsing because he was too important to lose to death, and he didn't want to be turned if injured grievously. Alucard and Syn could enter through shadows anywhere, but Seras was going to be forced to break and enter. Unfortunate, but necessary. Two vampires had been proven to be impossible to avoid injury or casualty against Andersong.
The only idea was that Alucard would take care of Andersong, and leave the rest to Seras and Syn.
Everyone was pleased with that.
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"Walking through the halls of hell…I watched in glee as the demons fell…"
"What is that evil sound?"
"Walking through the halls of hell…I watched in glee as the demons fell…"
"What on earth is that?"
"Walking through the halls of hell…I watched in glee as the demons fell!"
"What IS that?"
"Time for you to fall."
A blur shot from the shadows and a window blew in. The soldiers in the bunks tried to get out of bed, to get their weapons, but they were knocked out and cast to the floor.
"I think I left a ding in his forehead." Syn snickered, staring at one of the unconscious soldiers, "Well, let's find Sir Integra."
"And how are we supposed to do that?" Seras questioned, "This place is huge."
"Well, when I hit her before the damn priest stabbed me, I stuck a little bit of me on her neck."
"What the hell does that mean, 'a little bit' of you?" Seras snapped.
"Well, on Sir Integra, I stuck a fingernail on her neck." Syn grinned sickeningly, "And I flung that finger into the priest." She lifted her left hand, where there was a missing finger. Seras grimaced and turned slightly paler.
"You just had to show me that." Seras said, "And tell me. God, you're disgusting."
"Hmm, yeah." the black-haired vampire replied with a grin, "Alucard, are you sniffing out the priest well enough?"
Perfectly. was Alucard's reply. Syn and Seras could hear the glee in his voice.
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"Did you ever think you could best us?"
"Did you ever think you could best us in fair play?"
Enrico Maxwell frowned at Integra Hellsing. The situation had occurred many times before, but not in the way as it was. Maxwell was standing calmly, his arms crossed over his chest. Integra was lashed to the wood chair she sat in, her wrists and ankles tied tightly to the armrests and legs.
"You have no power." Maxwell snapped, "Your pet is unable to do anything while we have you here, and your soldiers are no match for ours and Alexander. You may as well give up, Sir Hellsing."
"I hope you realize that I've not even called him." Integra chuckled, "Alucard comes when called, and rarely before. And you've most likely made Walter quite angry. Not to mention Seras. You've angered my best fighters."
Maxwell frowned angrily, his eyes narrowing. He backhanded Integra swiftly. Integra smirked, a red spot appearing on her cheek. She let out a small chuckle.
"That reminds me." she laughed, "Knowing Alucard, he'll most likely have gotten that new vampire under my control. Now you have three vampires breathing down your neck, Maxwell."
"Alexander will dispose of any filthy creature he must." Maxwell replied.
"I'm sure." Integra smirked.
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"Please, Lord, help us!"
"SHUT UP! I only shot your hand! There's nothing to whine about!"
Thwack.
"You could have just done that." Seras said, lowering her foot from the kick, "You don't have to argue with them."
"Heh, but that's the most fun." Syn laughed, walking into another hall, "Come on, I can sense that we're getting closer to my master."
"I'm not going to get used to that." Seras muttered, "Sir Integra is my master's master."
"Yes, well, she has two undead to concern herself with now." Syn replied, "And I don't care if you get used to it. I'm not looking for a pathetic servant's opinion. All I want is to get Master out of here. It makes me sick to breath this air."
"You can't even remember what you are." Seras frowned, "And you're calling me pathetic."
"Heh, yep." Syn laughed, "I'm such a bad person. But you can't shoot me just yet. Until mister Alucard disposes of that priest, he won't even try to find our master. And by that time, she could be dead. I'm the only one who can get you to Sir Integra."
"I hate you."
"I know."
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"The night is meant for the undead, not priests."
Andersong's head jerked up from reading the bible. Behind him stood Alucard, the vampire standing under the cross. Andersong slammed the scriptures shut and turned about, staring in shock.
"How dare you!" Andersong muttered, "How dare you enter this holy place!"
"How dare you steal my master away?" Alucard replied, drawing his Jackal, "And from her home at that. Filthy priest."
"So now you dare to enter ours?" Andersong drew his swords from air, as he always seemed to do, "Heathen monster!"
"You say that a lot." Alucard chuckled, extracting his Casull from his coat, "Now, why don't we finish our little duel?"
—to be continued—
