The Interview
Chapter IVb
The First Mission: Part II Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, yadda yadda.
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Kevin sighed in obvious contentment and exhaustion as he sat back in the hot tub. 'That is an experience I DON'T want to repeat anytime soon,' he thought to himself.
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The platoon had unloaded at Canterbury of all places. While feeling marginally better than before, Kevin had that nauseous feeling in his gut that things weren't going to stay as planned. "Don't worry, Kev. Things will turn out fine," said Seras as she stepped out of the truck with a long box. "Then I'll be able to show you what Hellsing really does." Setting the box down, she opened it and retrieved what looked like an old Bofors. "What the heck IS that?!" said Kevin. "Oh this? This is my Halconnen rifle." Kevin stared at it in shock. "B...but what the heck are you gonna use that thing for?" The greenhorn swordsman thought for a moment. "Wouldn't you use something like that to bless a tank?" Seras raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" "You put holes in a tank with that thing. Holey, bless, get it?" Judging by the look on her face, the vampiress was not amused. "I guess you'll never lose that bad humor, Chin." 'Ow.'
"So what am I supposed to do again?" "Just watch us, Chin, and make yourself useful when appropriate," said Seras in a confidant tone. Kevin had only been to the top of one cathedral before, so sitting beside Seras above the West Portal of Canterbury Cathedral was a little unnerving. Especially since night had fallen while they were in transit. Kevin suddenly felt a tingle on the back of his neck. "Seras, I think there's something coming." "Not now!" The Halconnen was up on its bipod as Seras had a running figure barely in Kevin's visual range lined up. The figure then fell and disintegrated. "You know Kevin, maybe you were right." Kevin drew his blade as Seras readied the massive rifle to go. A rushing of paper froze Seras in her tracks. "Ah dunt think ye'll be goin' anywhere, abomination." "I know I should watch my language," said Kevin, "but...oh, shiesse."
"Seras get out of here!" The clash of steel on steel tore through the otherwise peaceful night. "But you were supposed to have another month's training before going anywhere near him!" Kevin was being forced back step by step as Alexander Anderson pressed his attack, both men's blades ringing like a bell chorus. 'Well then, I'll just have to learn quickly,' he grimly thought to himself. 'Well, let's compare: Anderson has years of experience versus my two days. He has two short blades while I have a single longsword. The paladin is bigger than me, but I have a slight edge in agility. Finally, he has more stamina than I do. Looks like I'll have to play Ring-Around-The-Holy-Man.' With that, Kevin rolled to the side into a crouch. 'Thank God for Soul Calibur tactics,' he thought to himself as he swiped at Anderson's legs. Surprisingly enough, the paladin was caught off-guard by the move and was swept off his feet by the strike. "Let's scat!"
Panting heavily, both Seras and Kevin stopped at a public phone booth to rest. "I...don't...want...to do...that...again," Kevin wheezed. Seras nodded, her gasping as a result, however, of fright rather than exertion. "Agent Victoria, report!" came a tinny voice over Seras' headset. "Anderson happened, Sir Hellsing. He silenced the target then came after us. I haven't heard from any of the squad leaders yet." "Retreat to the extraction point and await further orders. Hellsing out." Vampire and human looked at each other. "Right. Shall we...get going now?" asked a winded Kevin.
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"Well, I would like to say that you handled your first encounter with Paladin Anderson quite well Mr. Chin." 'Thank you, ma'am." Kevin stood stiffly and fought down the urge to scratch at his itchy formal uniform as he received his post-mission commendation. "A cool head under pressure..." 'Cool like Hell, anyways,' Kevin thought to himself. "...great courage and skill in the field..." 'Courage? I practically messed myself out there!' "...and devotion to duty. Walter?" The tall butler gave Integra a slight bow before turning to Kevin and pinning something on his collar. "Congratulations Kevin, or should I say 2nd Lieutenant Chin?" said the older man, a smile on his face.
A "Bofors" is a model of anti-aircraft artillery used extensively in WWII. It shot 40mm shells fairly rapidly and was very accurate considering its purpose.
A/N: Well that's my first mission. I survived the Anderson Test!! R&R!!!
Chapter IVb
The First Mission: Part II Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, yadda yadda.
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Kevin sighed in obvious contentment and exhaustion as he sat back in the hot tub. 'That is an experience I DON'T want to repeat anytime soon,' he thought to himself.
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The platoon had unloaded at Canterbury of all places. While feeling marginally better than before, Kevin had that nauseous feeling in his gut that things weren't going to stay as planned. "Don't worry, Kev. Things will turn out fine," said Seras as she stepped out of the truck with a long box. "Then I'll be able to show you what Hellsing really does." Setting the box down, she opened it and retrieved what looked like an old Bofors. "What the heck IS that?!" said Kevin. "Oh this? This is my Halconnen rifle." Kevin stared at it in shock. "B...but what the heck are you gonna use that thing for?" The greenhorn swordsman thought for a moment. "Wouldn't you use something like that to bless a tank?" Seras raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" "You put holes in a tank with that thing. Holey, bless, get it?" Judging by the look on her face, the vampiress was not amused. "I guess you'll never lose that bad humor, Chin." 'Ow.'
"So what am I supposed to do again?" "Just watch us, Chin, and make yourself useful when appropriate," said Seras in a confidant tone. Kevin had only been to the top of one cathedral before, so sitting beside Seras above the West Portal of Canterbury Cathedral was a little unnerving. Especially since night had fallen while they were in transit. Kevin suddenly felt a tingle on the back of his neck. "Seras, I think there's something coming." "Not now!" The Halconnen was up on its bipod as Seras had a running figure barely in Kevin's visual range lined up. The figure then fell and disintegrated. "You know Kevin, maybe you were right." Kevin drew his blade as Seras readied the massive rifle to go. A rushing of paper froze Seras in her tracks. "Ah dunt think ye'll be goin' anywhere, abomination." "I know I should watch my language," said Kevin, "but...oh, shiesse."
"Seras get out of here!" The clash of steel on steel tore through the otherwise peaceful night. "But you were supposed to have another month's training before going anywhere near him!" Kevin was being forced back step by step as Alexander Anderson pressed his attack, both men's blades ringing like a bell chorus. 'Well then, I'll just have to learn quickly,' he grimly thought to himself. 'Well, let's compare: Anderson has years of experience versus my two days. He has two short blades while I have a single longsword. The paladin is bigger than me, but I have a slight edge in agility. Finally, he has more stamina than I do. Looks like I'll have to play Ring-Around-The-Holy-Man.' With that, Kevin rolled to the side into a crouch. 'Thank God for Soul Calibur tactics,' he thought to himself as he swiped at Anderson's legs. Surprisingly enough, the paladin was caught off-guard by the move and was swept off his feet by the strike. "Let's scat!"
Panting heavily, both Seras and Kevin stopped at a public phone booth to rest. "I...don't...want...to do...that...again," Kevin wheezed. Seras nodded, her gasping as a result, however, of fright rather than exertion. "Agent Victoria, report!" came a tinny voice over Seras' headset. "Anderson happened, Sir Hellsing. He silenced the target then came after us. I haven't heard from any of the squad leaders yet." "Retreat to the extraction point and await further orders. Hellsing out." Vampire and human looked at each other. "Right. Shall we...get going now?" asked a winded Kevin.
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"Well, I would like to say that you handled your first encounter with Paladin Anderson quite well Mr. Chin." 'Thank you, ma'am." Kevin stood stiffly and fought down the urge to scratch at his itchy formal uniform as he received his post-mission commendation. "A cool head under pressure..." 'Cool like Hell, anyways,' Kevin thought to himself. "...great courage and skill in the field..." 'Courage? I practically messed myself out there!' "...and devotion to duty. Walter?" The tall butler gave Integra a slight bow before turning to Kevin and pinning something on his collar. "Congratulations Kevin, or should I say 2nd Lieutenant Chin?" said the older man, a smile on his face.
A "Bofors" is a model of anti-aircraft artillery used extensively in WWII. It shot 40mm shells fairly rapidly and was very accurate considering its purpose.
A/N: Well that's my first mission. I survived the Anderson Test!! R&R!!!