Untitled
By: Ordos45
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I still don't own Hellsing. Original characters yes, canon no. I also don't own the Pope, the Vatican, or Cardinal Ratzenger…those are all real places and people.
Chapter 4: To Defend Holiness
A/N:
Tornado)Reviewer- Thanks. Ready for the Anderson action I promised?
Bishonen no Hime- Alucard is…oh how do I give this away, but don't? Remember Alucard's battle with Incognito in the anime and the events of the bloody tower? If so…you have an idea.
General Note: Sorry it took so long to get around to this update. I've been busy with schoolwork and such, plus I had to find my copy of Angels and Demons for a map of the Vatican.
"They were formed upon the passing of HR3799," explained Integra, still disheveled, but surprised that she hadn't been thrown in an interrogation chamber. In fact she was in a situation room with Father Maxwell, Pope John Paul II, and Cardinal Ratzenger.
"HR3799," whispered the pope softly, in a probing manner.
"The Constitution Restoration Act of 2004," replied the cardinal, before Integra could speak," It allowed for God's name to be invoked in a court of law to block any attempt at appeals. Divine inspiration sentencing…"
Integra nodded, her body still aching from the battle and the days without sleep," There was a hidden section it seems, authorizing the creation of an agency to hunt preternatural beings…vampires, werewolves, and others. I shouldn't have to explain the nature of our mutual work to you."
Enrico smiled faintly, the woman had lost her organization, her status, her pet nosferatu, and she was still stuck up. It should have infuriated him, but given the fact his mortal enemy had been brought so low, he was too happy to be infuriated. Integra Hellsing needed his help, and knowing he held that over her was the sweetest nectar of all.
"Of course not," replied the cardinal with a straight face.
Integra truly wondered why the head of the Inquisition…Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, she corrected herself, was here. He had no real involvement in Iscariot's matters like the pope did, at least as far as her spies had always said. So it was cause to wonder about it.
That was when the radio in the room crackled to life with the sound of gunfire," Terrorists arriving at the heliport…Muse…trances compromised…"
The pope and Cardinal Ratzenger looked alarmed, but Integra seemed nonplussed. Enrico, with a glare and scowl spreading quickly along his face seemed to be expecting something of this nature.
"The Americans," asked Ratzenger worriedly.
"They wouldn't attack the Holy See so blatantly Eminence," replied Enrico, his voice dripping with contempt for the politician who draped himself in the role of a holy person," More likely it would be the Satanists Father Anderson fought in the Philippines."
"Ah yes," replied Ratzenger," where your Father Anderson lost one of our most promising young regenerators."
Father Maxwell refused to be baited," The same Satanists. Now might I suggest you allow me and Iscariot to deal with them?"
"The Swiss Guard and Vatican Security Offices can handle them aptly," replied Ratzenger.
The radio flared again," Heavy…sualties…we've lost…ports…useums…rised."
"It certainly sounds like it," Integra commented with a small smile. Yes she was backing Maxwell, but this cardinal seemed to be the type of career politician that would be at home on the Round Table.
"Remain silent English sow," said Ratzenger hotly, losing his self control with the prospect of being so wrong. He was indeed showing a caged politician is a politician without sanity.
"Do not treat our guest with such an un-Christ like attitude," said the pope softly, surprising everyone in the room," Father Maxwell…you will go aid the Swiss Guard, the Vatican Security Offices, and the rest of Iscariot…"
"Thank you Holiness," replied Enrico quickly, already turning for the door.
"And you will take Sir Hellsing with you," the pope finished.
"Yes…Holiness," mumbled Enrico, unable to refuse a direct order from the pope.
Integra bristled, but she said nothing. She was not about to make the pope mad, as he seemed to be the only person in this city who had any amount of goodwill towards her.
"They're attacking the Vatican," said the agent.
"As was expected," replied the Director.
"I believe the Vatican will survive the assault."
"Of course," said the Director, flicking his cigar into the darkness," But they will weaken it."
Gunfire filled the air at the museums. Several priceless pieces of artwork were punctured with bullet holes and shrapnel from grenades. Another member of the Swiss Guard fell to a bullet.
"Pity," said the man stepping out from a pillar," He was a good lad."
Father Alexander Anderson withdrew his two blessed blades from the depths of his trench coat. The first lashed out with ease, slicing the throat of a Satanist and sending a blood spray out onto the wall. The second found a wrist and slipped through it easily, leaving a second Satanist without a hand.
The now one handed Satanist tried to stab the paladin with a knife, but soon found his innards falling onto the floor as a stroke of the blessed blade gutted him. Another Satanist came out from behind a pillar, firing from an AKMS assault rifle. Anderson grimaced as the number of regular bullets hit him, but he moved swiftly, bringing a blessed blade first through the assault rifle and then through the man's head.
A fourth Satanist was more cunning, and charged from behind with three others, firing their silenced pistols at the paladin. He swiftly turned, his tattered trench coat flapping in the breeze of his turn and leapt at the Satanists. His blessed blades tore through one of them and then another, sending up sprays of blood. The other two kept charging and Anderson felt a bullet nick his right ear. Smiling somewhat psychotically he thrust out his two blessed blades and they found their targets, one through the heart of each Satanist.
A final group of four came at him wielding what appeared to be cursed blades, but he was not willing to give them the time to find out. He delivered a kick to one's head, crushing it with a resounding crunch of bone. A second's head flew off with a flick of a blessed blade. A third soon found himself impaled on his own cursed blade as he tripped over the body of a comrade. The final Satanist turned to run, but Anderson was on him in under a second, blades tearing through the body like a knife through warmed butter.
Twelve total. That seemed about right to Anderson as he sheathed his two blessed blades and pondered whether Enrico was out handling the other group. If he was, then they were undoubtedly filled with bullets.
Enrico Maxwell found himself grimacing as the pillar sent off shards of granite into his face. Integra fired twice around the stone fountain they were hiding behind, smirking with satisfaction as two Satanists fell alongside their helicopter.
"I never thought I would see the day we would fight together Maxwell," said Integra, ducking as another spray of granite exploded from the pillar.
"Nor did I Protestant," Enrico said ducking, emphasizing the final word.
"My family was Catholic for centuries," said Integra with intensity, firing a few more shots that ran wild.
"Yes," replied Enrico," but then your heretical ancestors decided to remain loyal to Queen and country rather than the Church!"
Enrico rose from behind the fountain, firing off four shots in quick secession, pleased to see that two Satanists were struck down as he too dove back to cover. He looked over at Integra as they were showered again in granite. It was amazing that they, two enemies, would fight side by side like this.
"Indeed," said Integra, noting that four Satanists were now charging quickly towards their position. She rose and fired twice, her clip emptying, but two Satanists fell dead.
Enrico also rose from cover as Integra reloaded, and fired a single shot that drilled between the eyes of the lead Satanist of the remaining two. He withdrew a blessed blade from his vestments and threw it into the heart of the other Satanist.
The four by the helicopter got in, and started it up. Enrico and Integra both screamed in anger as it began to lift off…
"Hello ya'll," said a cloaked figure with a definitive Appalachian drawl as he faded into view inside the helicopter. Four cursed bullets ripped out of his weapon in seconds. The first two hit the passengers square in the heart, and the last two took the pilot and co-pilot in the back of the head. He smiled and faded out again as the helicopter crashed into the helipad, exploding in flames.