Disclaimer: I Don't own Hellsing or any of the characters here other than
the ones I invented. I'm not making any money here.
I need feedback! I want your opinions/compliments/querys so please review! This is my first ever story so I'm hoping it's up to scratch!
I know this is boring, but I didn't have time to finish Chapter One and thought I may as well put this up while I had the chance.
Introduction
"All right, everyone. This is a routine mission; it should be simple and no one should get hurt. If you're all paying attention, that should be easy. All right. Smythesson, you're on point." "Me, sir?" Smythesson gulped. Alex felt sorry for him. As the squad's new junior officer, Smythesson was being picked on a lot. He couldn't understand why Smythesson was even more nervous than he should be. Alex felt a shiver go down his spine. He didn't know why. They were on a simple enough mission; find the bad guys, shoot or capture the bad guys, and they were just some hooligans who raided the local Guns 'n Ammo store. Alex still had a bad feeling about it. He'd heard rumours, of people who were dead and killed and then got back up, of Demons who walked the night. Of course, he didn't believe everything he was told in a bar; nevertheless, Alex was decidedly on edge.
"Right, sound off!" Corper barked. "One, ready to go, sir!" That was Mary, the squad's medic. "Two, ready to go, sir!" Earson confirmed. "Three, ready to go, sir!" Markson shouted. "Four, ready to go, sir!" Ailson, the female officer, shouted. "Five, ready to go, sir..." Smythesson mumbled his sound off. Alex looked at him pityingly; it was his first real mission and Corper had decided to add some stress by putting him on point? It wasn't fair, Alex decided. "Six, ready to go, sir!" Alex sounded off himself.
Six people, half of a full contingent. Management weren't too worried about this mission. Some obscure government agency called Hellsing had tried to get them to send more people, but they didn't listen. The Captain, Corper, didn't sound too happy when he heard that, but Alex wasn't too worried. He didn't even know who Hellsing was, and he didn't think a few robbers with guns were much match for half a Special Forces team.
"Alright team, let's move out!" Smythesson made a little moaning sound.
I need feedback! I want your opinions/compliments/querys so please review! This is my first ever story so I'm hoping it's up to scratch!
I know this is boring, but I didn't have time to finish Chapter One and thought I may as well put this up while I had the chance.
Introduction
"All right, everyone. This is a routine mission; it should be simple and no one should get hurt. If you're all paying attention, that should be easy. All right. Smythesson, you're on point." "Me, sir?" Smythesson gulped. Alex felt sorry for him. As the squad's new junior officer, Smythesson was being picked on a lot. He couldn't understand why Smythesson was even more nervous than he should be. Alex felt a shiver go down his spine. He didn't know why. They were on a simple enough mission; find the bad guys, shoot or capture the bad guys, and they were just some hooligans who raided the local Guns 'n Ammo store. Alex still had a bad feeling about it. He'd heard rumours, of people who were dead and killed and then got back up, of Demons who walked the night. Of course, he didn't believe everything he was told in a bar; nevertheless, Alex was decidedly on edge.
"Right, sound off!" Corper barked. "One, ready to go, sir!" That was Mary, the squad's medic. "Two, ready to go, sir!" Earson confirmed. "Three, ready to go, sir!" Markson shouted. "Four, ready to go, sir!" Ailson, the female officer, shouted. "Five, ready to go, sir..." Smythesson mumbled his sound off. Alex looked at him pityingly; it was his first real mission and Corper had decided to add some stress by putting him on point? It wasn't fair, Alex decided. "Six, ready to go, sir!" Alex sounded off himself.
Six people, half of a full contingent. Management weren't too worried about this mission. Some obscure government agency called Hellsing had tried to get them to send more people, but they didn't listen. The Captain, Corper, didn't sound too happy when he heard that, but Alex wasn't too worried. He didn't even know who Hellsing was, and he didn't think a few robbers with guns were much match for half a Special Forces team.
"Alright team, let's move out!" Smythesson made a little moaning sound.