It wasn't really that great of a museum, she thought , it had the few outstanding pieces and so on but being here before, the effect of the few wore off in no time. Still, it was a place where communications were best face to face and weapon to weapon.
Anderson insisted on coming along for the ride, and had to drag a whimpering Miss Yumiko and a grumbling Miss Heinkel along with them. The limo ride itself was hot and crowded and just had to be made worse with the fact that they thought about who they were meeting...that and Anderson had to crouch to keep his head from bumping the roof of the back. Miss Victoria complained about having to sit next to her new Master and constantly pulled down her short red skirt from his interested ( and too close for comfort) eyes.
Integral leaned against the wall, and craned her neck to look at the painting above her. The Madonna's eyes gazed down with some sort of amused patientce, as the Christ child in all his glory had his fingers twined in her dark auburn hair. Her perfect oval of a face glowed as a engimatic smile flitted around her lips, giving Integral the feeling that the woman was still alive, and her eyes were following her as the child cooed his delight at the softness of her curls.

"It is a painting, nothing more."

Integral turned her eyes coolly to Alucard, standing behind her with his eyes still stuck to the painting.

"Reading my thoughts, are you?"

"No.....but I found it interesting that you would say such a thing aloud. Such superstitions that you have, Master."

Integral stiffened, and turned back to the painting.

"Is HE here?"

Alucard smiled, showing his fangs with held back laughter rumbling in his throat. " I am afraid so, and he is with the old man. You may want to call the attention of the three, so that they may give him and he a warm welcome."

"Yes" she said with a yawn "That may be appropriate. I would like to show him how truly loyal his servants are to the Vatican rules."

"100 percent loyal I may guess?"

"Well....more like 96 percent for now."
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" What is it with sculpters and always cutting women's arms off?"

Heinkel frowned at the alabaster white statue, and brought her fist up to tap lightly on the woman's flank. Anderson's eyes widened, and quickly grabbed her hand, thrusting it away. Shaking his head, he made a motion toward the nameplate. The priestess leaned forward, scanning her eyes over the dull bronze plate.

"So?"

"It's the Venus de Milo Heinkel, we must pay respects by not tampering with it in any way, including touching it."

"I don't care if it's of Jesus doing a backflip, it's just a stupid statue." she mumbled bitterly as she fumbled in her pockets, finally bringing out a pack of cigarettes. Putting it between her lips, she turned to the priest.

"Light me?"

With a flick of his wrist , instantly the initialed silver lighter was out, and she sucked in deeply as the smoke entered her lungs and out her nose. He shook his head when she offered it to him, placing the lighter into her palm. One after another she smoked, staring mildly around at the surrounding works of art. Just when she was about to light her tenth, he plucked the lighter out her hand and placed it back into his sleeve.

"You're too nervous."

"Am I?" she said absently,glancing at her shaking hands. "Didn't really notice...where's Yumiko and your little girlfriend?"

"Yumiko may be with Sir Hellsing and her pet or that old butler....Miss Victoria however I do not know."

"You fucked up pretty bad last night my friend...I have never seen such a woman who can throw things at such speeds." she teased, a malicious streak evident in her voice.

"I would have had a chance if someone didn't add to the already fucked up situation." he said snidely, snapping his fingers in her face. "Isn't that right, Heinkel, my dearest friend o' mine?"

"You have no chance at all, ignoramus."

Anderson looked up and groaned, rolling his eyes as the vampire floated down from the ceiling to stare him in the face....upside down.

"Don't try to bite me dog. I just came here to alert you of HIS presence."

"So....he came after all." Heinkel murmured. "I knew that he would never turn down the chance to humiliate the Hellsings. Does he know we are here as well?"

"He has no idea that you are even here in London. In fact, he probably still has those search teams out and looking for you in rural Rome." He floated back to the ceiling, and lingered for a second. "I suggest you surprise him, and make quick of it...my Master doesn't like to be kept waiting."
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"Ah, Sir Integral Hellsing...charmed to see you again!" Maxwell grinned widely, his face bright and full of demonic glee. Enrique followed close behind, lugging a briefcase along with his same faithful craggy saint bernard face. Integral squinted her eyes, noting the almost sweet childlike livliness of her rival's face, the smile that flashed two rows of sharp little teeth.

"Enrico Maxwell, I still have not forgotten our last encounter so cut the chitty chatty bullshit and just listen to what I have to say." Integral snapped, her lip lifted in a show of disgusted defiance. She held up several news paper clippings, crushing them with her iron grip as she brandished them in his face. "Do you know what these are? Of course you don't...you can not even read the titles. Here" she threw them in the priest's face "read them, and you'll know your purpose for this meeting so I don't have to talk anymore than I have to."

He waited until Enrique went upon hands and knees to scoop up the clippings, standing rigid while his yellowish green eyes stared into Inetgral's.

"If this is what I think it is..."

"Take a wild guess."

He snatched the papers from Enrique's hands, and his eyes roved over the headlines quickly. With a snarl, he tossed the papers to the floor and pressed his boot heel into each one angerily.

"You bad tempered frigid bitch, what are you telling me?! Have you gotten the advantage of killing them, or are you searching secretly throughout Rome? " He began to laugh, pressing a hand to his chest. "Do you think this is MY fault?"

"Searching secretly...no. I leave that to your men, even though they won't find anything. Killing them...hardly. However it IS all your fault. From what I have managed to coax out of your agents wasn't anything surprising, but still points the finger to the main cause."

He froze, eyes widened in horrific disbelieving. Behind him, Enrique silently reached for the small chunky pistol under his coat, and cocked the trigger.

"You...have...them?" he squeaked.

"Smart boy you are Enrico. You get a toffee. Father Anderson, Sister Yumiko and Heinkel, you may come in now." she called with a slight smile playing around her lips.

A second passed before the trio entered silently, Seras at Anderson's side and Yumiko at Walter's. Maxwell seemed like he was about to cry, and Enrique, noticing his superior's nervous disposition, tugged the pistol out and crossed his arms to hide it's presence. Anderson came to a crisp halt at Integral's side and straightened up, head up high in prideful airs and eyes cold and malevolent. Sadly, this wasn't to be said for the others...Yumiko's lower lip was sucked into her mouth as she bit into it, and Heinkel's head stayed reverantly bowed, a deep splash of red spreading across her face.

"How could you?" Maxwell said slowly. "How could you betray me like this? How can you betray your origins and
faith like this? Scotland, Ireland and all the Catholic territories will be defiled by your wickedness and purgury, and now....I had such trust in you..all of you." His voice wavered, and his eyes grew teary and bright. Yumiko began to sniffle and whimper softly, and Heinkel just kept her head bowed, the red spreading to her ears now. Anderson was the only one who was barely managing his calm, but Seras just then noticed the presence of his hand closing tightly around her arm..if he hadn't been wearing gloves, she could have seen that his knuckles were white and the faint blue veins suddenly grew all too prominent.

"Betrayal." he said sharply. "Wicked. Filth. Judas's bastard self. Weaklings.Demons. Idiots. Dogs. Worthless nothings."

"That's quite enough Maxwell."

The priest's head jerked up, and narrowed his eyes at Anderson.

"You haven't the right to tell me such a thing, blonde Judas. You are the betrayer, of yourself, of your country, of your faith, of your friends,of your lover" this he spat at Seras, who winced slightly. "I never knew you had a liking for young girls Anderson..especially the dead ones. This reminds me...most of all, betrayer of duty."

*snap*

"Stop it this instant!" Integral yelled as she tried fling herself between the two priest's, but with a roar of frustration, Anderson flung her to one side with a arm while he grabbed a sword with the other. Maxwell only had time to blink before Anderson drove into his smaller competition, knocking him to the floor in a wrestling match. Heinkel looked anxiously at Enrique, who was trying despertly to aim for the right target with trembling hands. The priestess ran forward and knocked the gun to the floor. Walter, not too keen on wanting too much blood shed, slinged out a wire that grabbed the gun's barrel, sliding it to him. The old priest let out a oath, and smacked Heinkel on the side of her head roughly. She fell backwards, shaking her head to clear the fog of pain and glared at the panting old man.

"Out of breath already old man?" she hissed as she placed her sunglasses back on. She stumbled to Walter and Yumiko, and pointed to the butler. "Fuck with us, and you get a bullet in your withered old ass, and I am not fucking joking...I will promptly take this gun, stick it's barrel up your ass and pull the trigger. Got me?"

"Amen."

"Thank you Yumiko."

Meanwhile, Integral was trying to seperate the two priests from their match, careful in not letting herself get into the fray.

"Damn..where's Alucard when you need him?" she muttered to herself. Flicking out a cigar, she lit it quickly, and stuck the burning end of it into one of their backs. All she got was a short girlish shriek of pain that dissolved into a grunt.

"Right behind you."

Integral whirled around to meet Alucard's red eyed gaze, reached out and grabbed his collar so she could bring her face close to hers. She had buggy, bloodshot eyes and her hair hung in them, and she breathed heavily...part anger, part physical exhaustment.

"You take Anderson...I'll take the Master of Idiots."

"As you command."

Alucard circled the match, and with a sudden lightning fast move grabbed Anderson's arm and jerked him back roughly. The priest gave a loud snarl and stabbed Alucard's helping hand with a sword. The vampire grinned wider, and kept his hold firm.

"You Judas Prick" he said softly "that itched."

Anderson turned his head to Maxwell, now being grabbed by his messy ponytail and dragged away by Integral. The priest leaned in close, his face very close to his superiors. Time slowed...and stopped..and he came in closer and closer.....Maxwell felt his breath upon his nose...

"I never wanted to hurt you Maxwell" he said softly " But now I do not see why I felt that way." He shrugged, and smiled softly. "There are lessons learned in all this." Anderson came closer, and parted his lips......

"YAGH! YOU MONSTER.....YOU BIT ME!"

Anderson cackled happily as he allowed himself to be dragged away by Alucard, now joined by Seras. Maxwell's hands flew to his red bleeding nose, fingers painfully probing the swelling. He looked up, and saw Anderson smiling at him with the tips of his canines reddened and dripping.

"Monster!" he screeched, and flung himself away from Integral. He shakily stood up, and grabbed Enrique by the sleeve of his priest robes.

"This is it Hellsing! This is it for all of you!" he screamed hystericlly "The Vatican will hear about this, and you will all see! All of you are banished from Catholic territories from here on out!"

Heinkel shuddered and let out a gasp, while Yumiko burst into tears and leaned onto Walter for support. Seras glanced quickly at Alucard and then at Anderson, who was not smiling now. A mournful look was now on his face, and he lifted the cross on the chain around his neck and stared down at it.

Integral narrowed her eyes, and tossed the cigar to the floor, stomping on it in silent outrage.

"So this means civil war then?" she said calmly.

"More than war, Sir Hellsing , bitch of the Round Table! This will go on and on and on until the other, better organization is wiped out! You may keep the betraying trash, for they are nothing of worth to me or to GOD." He spat onto the floor, and made for the entrance of the main gallery.

"Expect an attack some time or another. When the time comes, there will be bloodshed. Who wins...will have to start greasing some palms for useful equipment. I certainly know you do, Sir Hellsing." he said in monotone. "You were shaken badly by the Valetine brothers attack..if you think that was bad...expect total Hell now."

Integral burned holes into his retreating back, and turned around to look over her troops.

Two vampires.....a butler with razor wires...a insane nun ....a gun loving priestess....a priest swordsman....a group of rebels with a drawling slacker leader.

Who said they had a chance of losing?

Besides from the capital of the Cathlic world and about a couple million people, no one.

"Get up." she said curtly. Placing her hands behind her back, she instantly took on her role of command again.

"As soon as we reach the HQ, there will be an emergency meeting. For the time being, do try to think up a plan of attack......God knows what we will expect out of that violent, no good bastard."

"And what if he does something unexpected?"

"If you keep yourself on guard Miss Heinkel, that slipup will never happen."

"If it does?"

"We'll be dead by then, so what's the worry?" she chuckled.

No one else did.