A/N: The abduction, and several loved people make appearances. Look for references to or appearances by the people from Charmed, BtVS, Angel, Trigun, Forever Knight, and Gungrave.

Again, I don't own any of the characters mentioned here. The thought kind of makes me sad.

"Seras, go," he said as he reached in his satchel. With a sound like a sharpening stone across a knife, she vanished in the shadows. He tossed two spare clips towards Amon and pressed up against the stone column that supported the heavy main gate. He poked his head in and scanned the immediate area in a Z-pattern. Sliding forward, he beckoned his two friends forward. Amon came up, his long overcoat billowing in the slight breeze blowing. Robin followed close behind, her long dress sweeping on the pavement, her hands in her jacket's pockets.

With a slight noise, Seras reappeared beside him, bearing a weapon close to two meters long. He heard Amon and Robin gasp as they saw the size of the weapon. He merely chuckled and teased her. "My, what a big gun you have, Seras." She blushed.

He heard a slight clicking sound, and turned, seeing a man throw something at them. He scanned the air for the grenade or other explosive that he knew was coming. A glimmer of metal caught his eye, and he swung his pistol up to shoot it down, but a demisphere of flames, an oblong shield, erupted in the incoming projectile's path. It connected with the flames and erupted harmlessly overhead. He glanced back at Robin and nodded. She merely smiled.

Seras slammed a round into the Halconnen. "Shall I blaze us a path?" she said. She leveled the weapon at the incoming figures and fired. The shell traveled several hundred yards and exploded in a massive conflagration over the heads of the incoming soldiers. The shock wave threw them all to the ground.

Amon was already firing the occasional round at sentries behind cover, the 13mm rounds ripping through their cover and still striking the targets. He looked at Hunter. "You didn't tell me it was this strong," he said, massaging his wrist.

"I warned you," He reached into the bag again, withdrawing a sphere about the size of a baseball made of some dull metal. He slid a lever forward, hearing it click four times. "If you would all kindly gather close and take hold of me, I'll get us inside a bit faster. Oh," he tossed the ball straight up. "Mind your eyes."

Seras was a bit slow in shutting her eyes, and caught the first glimmerings of the massive glow that exploded from the sphere, lighting the grounds like a second sun. Then, she was inside the manor, still seeing a few spots in front of her sensitive eyes. She also felt the sudden wave of nausea that hit her and her eyes fell upon the papers pinned to the walls with tiny blades. She staggered a bit. "What was that?" she said.

"Magneseum-phosphorus flare. It should have messed with anyone wearing night goggles and covered our dissappearnce." He looked around. "Seras, fall back. Amon," Hunter started sliding forward, Cain held ready.

Do you want me to take lead? she thought at him. I know the mansion layout better than you.

But I can regenerate despite the Writs on the walls. If that maniac is in the halls, that might be a good thing for a point man. He peaked around a corner. And from the looks of men in the corridor, he's around here somewhere. He frowned. Something about the way some of the men were injured looked wrong, more like a claw than a blade. He shook the thought and eased around the corner, heading for the stairwell.

Amon leaned forward and whispered to him. "What do you expect to find?"

Hunter gritted his teeth, feeling his fangs against his lips. "A lot of bodies."

Robin, several feet back with Seras, turned to the vampire and asked simply. "Does this happen a lot around here?"

"More than I'd like," she admitted. It was the third time the manor had been attacked since she had been here. The Valentines, the SAS, and now this mystery group. "I'm thinking about suggesting to Sir Integra that we move the base of operations to someplace harder to attack."

"Might be a good idea," Hunter said as they came to another corner. "Almost there," he said, then trailed off. He heard a swishing sound, followed by an insane cackle. He turned the corner, seeing a large blonde man standing over several dead soldiers. His back was arched back as his mirth at the slaughter racked his body. He motioned Seras, Robin, and Amon forward. "Get them to the office. Find Sir Integra, Alucard, and Walter."

She nodded, the insanely large cannon slung over her shoulder on a strap. "This way," she said, heading further down the first corridor.

Hunter tucked Cain away and cleared his throat, hands limber.

The man spun, a large blade suddenly flying towards him. He slapped his hands together in front of his chest, trapping the blade with the point just touching his body. He flipped the sword so that he was gripping it by the hilt. "You must be Paladin Anderson," he said. "I've heard a lot about you."

The man stood wary, two more of those large swords in his hands. "And who're ye?" he said.

Hunter grinned, showing his fangs clearly. "Someone who wants to play," he said, easing into a fencer's stance, sword held loose but firm, feet set shoulder width apart. He raised an eyebrow. "Care to dance?" he asked.

The man in the priest robes smiled. "Let us then, and soon I'll be sending yer soul to the very pits o' Hell." He raised his blades, forming a cross with them. "As a messenger of God, I'll split your unholy corpse like a ripe fruit and let your dust mix with the blood of these corrupt bastards, Amen." He charged.

He was fast, and Hunter had to use every trick he had picked up in his centuries and every lesson, fight, and lecture on swordplay just to keep his head attached to his body.

This might not have been such a good idea after all, he thought.

Seras eased a head around the door frame and saw a form crumpled on the floor, dark hair spread about his face. She rushed forward, "Walter!"

The butler stirred, putting a hand to his head. A large cut across his brow seeped blood. He looked up, and recognition flashed. "Miss Victoria," he said. "We must get to the garage, they are attempting to take Sir Integra."

She nodded, and gestured for them to follow. The trip was uneventful, and as they arrived at the garage, they heard the sounds of heavy gunfire. She recognized the sounds of Alucard's Jackal well. She rounded the corner, Halconnen ready and saw her former master downing several ghouls. She saw several people shove an unconscious looking Integra into one of the armoured trucks. Its motor already idled.

Alucard glanced over his shoulder. "Police Girl," he shouted. Do not let the truck leave!"

She leveled her massive gun at the garage entrance, and fired, dropping enough debris in the doorway that the truck could not pass. She shrugged the ammunition pack off and pulled out her Gravedigger. There were more ghouls approaching, several large groups.

"Shoot them in the head or the chest only," she said back to Amon. She fired, taking one down. Robin glided forward, head lowered like a bull about to charge. Suddenly, the ghouls surrounding her burst into flames and dissolved into dust.

Amon looked at her. "I was wondering when you were going to step in," he said quietly. The girl just shrugged.

Walter stood his ground, flinging out his garrote wires, slicing the approaching horde to ribbons. Seras brought down another, the slide locking back as the last shell ejected. She hit the magazine release and slapped her pockets for another one, coming up empty. She tucked the Gravedigger away and brought out her Socom, when a wash of Déjà vu swept across her. Her vision. She froze, mind locking with recognition.

A ghoul vanished into dust in front of her, and Amon's voice drifted into her thoughts. "Don't fall asleep on the job." he chided softly.

Alucard was already at the truck, ripping the door off and plunging inside. He returned a moment later, rage simmering in his eyes.

"She's gone," he said, and the cold tone in his voice was more horrible than any of the shouting and yelling she had heard through the years. Seras looked at him as his hair writhed, like a thing freed looking for something to wrap around.

Amon looked around. "We're clear," he said. Alucard noticed him for the first time. "Hello, old cold eyes," he said in greeting.

"Hello," he nodded at the vampire.

Alucard turned to Seras. "Hunter?"

She pointed upstairs. "Holding Anderson back."

The Nosferatu shook his head. "That pig isn't the leader. He was the diversion. A vampire was leading the assault."

Seras looked shocked. "That's not possible," she stammered.

Amon nodded. "That explains how they got Sir Hellsing away without our seeing," he murmured.

Robin cleared her throat. "Could he have been masking his nature somehow? We've run into witches that can do that. His disguise may have fooled the priest until those binding spells took effect."

Alucard was already blending into the scenery.

Seras grunted in frustration. She still didn't have the power to fight even the weakened effects of the Writs down here.

Walter merely turned and started striding towards the lift. "I think we should try and get some answers from our dear friend," he said simply, his voice taking on the same tone Alucard's had.

Hunter leaned backwards at an almost impossible angle, the blade whipping through the air above his body. He then used his momentum to stand on his hands and springing back as the second blade slid through the space where his legs had been. He landed a few feet away, blade held in a high guard, watching his opponent. He bled from several cuts, his shirt hanging in ribbons. He had shucked his jacket to lessen the drag.

Anderson smiled. "Ye're quite good, monster. I haven't had a good challenge in some time." He raised his blades, setting himself for another charge.

"You know, I really detest the use of the word monster," said Hunter as he parried and spun around attacks. "It's not my fault my mother ran across a vampire in a loving mood one night."

That brought the unholy man to a stop. "So ye're a half-breed," he snarled. "Ye have my pity then, but ye're still an unholy abomination. I'll set ye tortured soul free," he said.

Hunter recognized the ploy and leapt straight up, twisting his body and multiple blades swished through the air beneath him, thudding into the wall. The last time he had seen the priest stand that tall, he had been sliced pretty bad by the coming hail of silver blades. He felt the sting of the cuts as they slowly closed, and landed hard, turning it into a shoulder roll that brought him up close to the man from Iscariot. He started sliding forward, blade flicking out in broad strokes that kept the grip close to his body, allowing him to quickly counter any strikes that would coming in towards him. The priest calmly fending off the strikes, seeking an opening.

Hunter swung in a hard overhand strike, and caught the regenerator in the shoulder, cleaving down into his chest area. Anderson staggered back, taking the sword from the Dhampir's hands. Before Hunter could react, several large blades flicked out and slammed into his chest, blowing him backwards and pinning him to the wall. His weight pulled the blades free and he slumped to the ground, his eyes falling closed as the pain overwhelmed his control.

"Dust to dust, amen." Anderson pulled his own blade from his shoulder, the wound already healing over. Then his arm exploded in fire and he heard the sharp crack of a pistol he had fervently hoped never to hear again. He turned, seeing the large black gun held in the grip of that hated monster.

"Don't even try it, dog." Alucard held both guns on the man. He felt like sinking his teeth into someone and ripping them apart. This regenerator might as well do, though he was sure his blood would taste like shit.

Anderson smiled. "I was wondering when ye were going to show up, monster. I am truly sorry about yer friend," he nodded back at the limp form of Hunter. "He fought well, but now his soul is free from the tortured life of his."

Alucard fired again, taking the priest's other arm off completely. "Don't even try to patronize me, Vatican puppy. Where are they going to take Sir Hellsing?"

The blonde man smiled coldly. "I dinnea know. I just know that by my hand or by the hand of that man, her blasphemous soul will burn in the same pit of Hell that I'll be sending yers."

Alucard smiled. "A man?" he started laughing. "You must need new glasses, Anderson. Don't you realize that the man who hired you was a vampire?"

That took the man back. "Impossible," he whispered.

"Why would I lie? And why would I be up here wasting time with you if it were a man? I would have just torn his throat out and let Sir Hellsing blast you into little smoking pieces." He shot him in the chest twice, driving the man to his knees. Alucard stepped closer, bringing his face nose to nose with the Catholic. "Now tell me where I can find her, Father." he said, making the title an object of scorn.

The man stepped back. His insane smile was back. Pages flowed from his coat. His voice flowed like oil through the night. "Not this time, vampire. I'll finish our business after I take care of the lying bastard." The pages floated down to the floor, and as Alucard seethed in anger, Seras and the others returned. She saw Hunter's body and rushed to it.

She felt his neck for a pulse, then stopped, not knowing if he would have one or not. Amon stepped forward and gently slid her aside, then started pulling the blades from his friend's body.

Robin looked about, seeing the carnage and put her hand to her mouth, paling somewhat. She looked at Hunter, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She put her hand on Seras' shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said.

Alucard strode up and leaned over Hunter's form. He then reached down and slugged the prone figure hard. Seras gasped. What was he doing?

He reared back to punch again, but as the punch sailed in, Hunter's hand snaked up and caught his friends fist. "Why am I the one getting hit?" he asked in a winded voice.

Alucard grabbed the tattered remains of his shirt and hauled him to his feet. "Stop sleeping. They got away with Integra." The cold fury in Alucard's eyes seemed to add light to the room.

Hunter coughed, a bit of blood coming to his lips. "Man, I forgot how much getting stabbed hurt. Damn Catholics, always slicing up someone." He froze, turning his head towards Robin. "No offense," he said.

"None taken," she said. "I don't condone this sort of slaughter, even if it is sanctioned by the Vatican."

"Actually, the Pope has been called down on Section XIII several times for their excesses," Walter said as he stepped forward, a bandage on his head.

Amon gazed out the window. Several points in the yard blazed from explosions, but the Hellsing troops seemed to be taking prisoners now. "It appears the main objective was to capture Sir Hellsing," he ventured.

"On top of things as always, stone face." Alucard snarled. His anger was growing, as was his hair. His muscles twitched, as though wanting to rip something apart.

Suddenly, he was flying backwards into the wall. Robin gasped. Hunter stood there, rubbing his split knuckles. Alucard slumped to the ground, stunned. He looked up at the half-breed. "You," he began.

"Get a grip. We won't find Integra by ripping people to shreds. Sunrise is coming soon, so you and Seras should get below. I need to as well. I won't be able to heal completely without some sleep and some blood."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the rising vampire. "And don't forget, Seras is better at tracking and putting clues together. I think we should let our tempers cool and use our wits instead of our claws."

Alucard smiled a toothy grin, more like a shark than a man. "But that way is no fun," he said. He knew that Hunter was right. But he wanted blood. He only felt rage like this once before, during the first confrontation with Incognito, during which Bobhanshee had attacked his Master.

Hunter didn't back down. After a moment, Alucard yielded. Most unwillingly.

Walter turned to the two guests from Japan. "Welcome to England," he said.

Robin didn't mean to laugh, but the polite greeting was just so out of place.

The first thing that came back to Integra was pain. Her head hurt. Her arms and wrists hurt. Most of her body hurt, when you came right down to it.

Then sensation came back. She could feel the shackles that bound her wrists, the feel of iron. She was sitting on the ground, leaning against a stone wall. She opened her eyes, standing up and taking note of her surroundings. The chains the shackles were connected to were bolted into the wall in several points, allowing her a small bit of slack, apparently to reach a hole set in the floor. She didn't need to guess what that was for. The chains were a bit loose between the fasteners, and she gave a few a good tugs to see if they would come loose.

"No need for that," a silky voice said. She turned, seeing the debonair man that had burst into her office just as the reports of Anderson attacking reached the office, interrupting the quiet conversation she had been having with Alucard.

Alucard. Her stomach churned. For her to be here, something must have kept her most fierce defender at bay, or worse.

"Don't worry, your pet is quite alright." The man crossed to her and smiled, revealing two fangs on either side of his mouth. She recognized the rare double teeth. Only a few vampires ever developed those teeth. They were usually completely beyond reason, true berserkers.

For the first time in a long time, she felt a few twinges of fear. She denied it passage to her voice however. "What am I doing here?" she asked imperiously, as though it was no more than an interview. "Why have you abducted me?"

The vampire spread his hands. "Simple. I need your assistance in a small matter."

She laughed. "You must not know me very well. I don't deal with scum."

The vampire looked at her, his eyes suddenly very cold. "I said your assistance. I never implied that it needed to be willing." He turned and walked a few meters away. "I suppose that I should have known better than to let the idiot fledgling of mine loose on England three years ago, though it did further my Master's plans."

She paled. Even after three years, the havoc that Incognito wrought was still fresh in her mind. Not to mention the year she spent in solitary, running Hellsing through Alucard. If this creature was the one that had controlled Incognito, then that meant the Das Millennium group was behind this.

But they had been crushed in South America, hadn't they?

Alucard, she thought, calling out. But no answer came, no flash of red velvet or grey silk.

"I'm afraid that the Writs about the room will dampen your link to your pet. Oh don't look so worried. He should be perfectly fine. Matter of fact, I may just owe him if he's still alive. It means that crazy preacher is no longer a matter of concern."

Integra looked on, her mind still shouting out.

Alucard, get your ass here soon.

The next evening, the small group met and assessed damages.

"The only fatalities we had were at the hands of Anderson," Walter began. "Our enemies were armed with tranquilizer darts and concussion explosives. The ones we have in custody are mere mercenaries, hired for this job and paid through intermediaries. They can tell us very little about the vampire that led the assault."

Seras nodded. "It would make sense. Less to link them together, less of a trail."

Amon spoke. "Would we be able to backtrack the payments? Possibly find some electronic trail?"

Walter shook his head. "They were paid the old fashioned way: cash. This implies a well funded group."

Alucard growled. He sat at the end of the table, his booted feet up on the table. "All this is fascinating, but when are we going to go hunting? We have to find her."

Hunter looked at him. "I don't think you should go anywhere. You'd likely tear an informant apart. You, however, can do something that none of us can. You have a mental link with Integra. Use tonight to try and find her while Seras, Amon and I use the streets. Walter and Robin will run the command center."

"And who gave you the right to command, mixed-blood?" Alucard snarled, leaping to his feet. He knew that Hunter would understand it as an insult.

Walter spoke up. "I did. It seems that this is the work of a group he had been tracking for some time now. He is more knowledgeable about them and their tactics than anyone else."

The vampire looked at the butler. Friendship and rage warred on his face, his need to do something and find his Master going against his brain and logic. He sat back down, again, most unwillingly.

"What do you know about them?" he said, the snarl not gone from his voice.

"They are connected to Das Millennium, possibly an offshoot or sister organization. We haven't been able to learn anything else. As soon as we break a cell open it dries up. They have been working mostly in North America. New York and Maine were the areas I was assigned to, but there are instances in LA, San Francisco, and Toronto."

Alucard frowned. "Isn't Knight in Toronto?" he asked.

"Was would be the more accurate term. After the night war took too many casualties, he and LaCroix faked his death so he could track down the remaining vampires. Last I heard, he was tracking a group through Winnipeg. I've already called him for any information he might have."

"So what are we going to do?" asked Amon.

Hunter smiled. "We're going to go and sweep the streets for anything unusual. I'm also going to patch you all into some of my contacts and see what comes up. If you'll excuse me," he said, standing and pulling his jacket on.

"So the Elders don't know anything," Hunter said. "Big surprise."

"You know it isn't that easy," said the dirty blonde haired man across from him. "There are some things we just can't see, and some that we aren't supposed to interfere in."

"Leo, if this were your wife, you know you'd be threatening to blast a few people yourself. Or whatever it is that you all do," he said, eyeing the man in front of him over the barrel of a mug.

Leo smiled. "I think Paige and Phoebe would beat me to it, but I see what you're saying. I understand your position," he said.

"But because of your new status as an Elder, you can't interfere. Leo, after all we've done, all that we've been through, how can you not help me out?"

"Because there isn't anything to share. We just received word about the attack a few hours ago. I'll keep my eyes and ears open, though."

Hunter stood, dropping a few bills on the table. "Thanks Leo. You know how to get up with me. Oh, before I forget." He pulled a small card from his bag. "Give this to Piper. It's that recipe I told her about."

Leo took the card. "I will. You should come by sometime. Wyatt is getting big. Paige kind of misses you."

"You know me and kids, Leo. And I have no desire to be potion girl's test dummy for some time." He frowned. "What about Cole?"

"What about him?"

"Would he know anything? He was the Source, for a while."

The Whitelighter shook his head. "No. Because of the spell he cast to step into that alternate world, when he was vanquished, he was thrown back into this reality as a mortal. He wouldn't know anything about the current misdeeds of demons."

Hunter nodded. It had been worth a shot, anyway. "Thanks again, Leo."

The man smiled, and disappeared in a burst of blue light.

Hunter started walking away, and stopped at a table where a man sat drinking coffee. He looked down, and patted him on the shoulder. "You can go now Chris. Thanks for keeping an eye out."

The dark haired man smiled, then orbed out as well. Hunter left the deserted restaurant, heading for his next contact.

Seras walked down the street in Los Angeles, eyes roving back and forth, looking for any clue, any sign that this contact was about. But if the information Hunter had given her was right, he'd probably find her first.

A quiet footstep behind her caused her to turn. Standing there was a tall man, broad chest with a long wool coat slung over his shoulders. His dark hair was cut short and wasn't quite combed straight. "Angel?" she asked.

"Yeah. Hunter sent you?" She nodded. He pulled an envelope from his jacket and handed it to her. "That's all I've got about the group he'd been tracking. Wolfram and Hart didn't have much on them, which means they were acting without legal counsel."

She took the envelope, thanking him. She started to walk away when he spoke again. "Tell him Spike called him a git and that Buffy said hi. He'll know what you mean." He turned and walked away swiftly.

Seras phased into the shadows, heading back to England.

Amon sighed as he heard Michael clicking away at his keyboard. "Sorry, Amon. I can't find anything on this group. I'll keep looking."

"Thanks, Michael." He hung up, turning to stride up the street, heading towards the meeting with this contact.

The middle-aged man sat at a table, cleaning his glasses. A petite brunette sat next to him, some years younger. He stood as he saw Amon.

"You must be Amon," he said, holding out his hand. "Rupert Giles. This is Dawn Summers." The girl shook his hand as well.

"Do you have anything on the group we contacted you about?" he asked.

"Not really, though it seems like quite a few groups have used the name through the years." Dawn said. "Though we are trying to go through a lot of records, so it could be awhile."

Giles spoke up. "I do regret our inability to help, but there is terrible little in our libraries that deal with such groups. Most of them are dedicated to demon lore and ancient texts."

Amon nodded. "Thank you for you time anyway." He stood, Giles and the Summers girl doing likewise. "If I come by any more information that you could clear up, would you object to the call?"

"Not at all," said Giles.

Amon nodded his farewells and left. Brandon Heat should be at the café by now and Amon knew the man didn't like to wait long.

Hunter walked down the street. So far, no one had turned up any information. Those that were in a position to know anything either had information that he already knew or didn't know anything.

He came to a small vendor stand and got a cup of coffee to fend off the cold. He stuck a cigar in his mouth, but his matchbook was empty. He turned to the man just behind him in line. "Excuse me, do you have a light?"

The man, wearing a dark suit with crosses at the cuffs smiled and pulled out a matchbook, striking one and lighting Hunter's cigar. Hunter smiled and held out his hand. "Thanks, Mr...."

"Wolfwood. Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

Hunter shook the man's hand. "That's some grip," he commented.

"It comes with the territory," the man said noncommittally.

"Hey, Mr. Preacher, you want anything?" said a voice. Hunter glanced over his shoulder at the tall, slender blonde behind him. His thin frame was swathed in a red duster, his hair up in spikes. In one gloved hand he held a large box of doughnuts, the other already stuffing one in his mouth.

Wolfwood sighed, rolling his eyes. "No, Vash, I'm fine." He paused. "On second thought, you'd better get some pudding for Milly, Tongari." He no sooner spoke the name than a pair of hands settled around his waist as a tall woman came up behind him, a cheery look on her face. "Get what for me?" she asked.

A shorter woman came up as well, in a white dress and blue leggings, stepping up to the man that Wolfwood had called Vash. She stole a doughnut from the box, munching on it as Vash paid for the pudding and doughnuts. The blonde draped his doughnut bearing arm around the shorter brunette's shoulders. "Hey, Insurance Girl," he said, bringing a smile to the woman's face.

Vash handed Milly the large container of pudding, bringing a squeal to her lips. Hunter smiled at the scene of camaraderie. He held out his hand again. "Thanks again for the light, Mr. Wolfwood." He turned to go, passing Vash as he did.

He really fits the term pointy, thought Hunter, smiling at the nickname that the preacher had called his friend by. He was several steps further down the sidewalk before the scent lingering in his nose fought past the smell of the cigar. He turned around, brows raised, and saw the butt of a pistol sticking out of the red duster. Several people passed in between the group and him, and by the time they cleared, the group of four people was gone. He looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the tall blonde. It was as though they had vanished in a wisp of the light fog that had begun to seep into the London air. He gave one last look around, then shrugged and continued on.

Something about that Vash guy didn't smell quite, right. But it's probably my imagination getting away with me. I need a vacation.

He turned, passing a black cat. He looked down at the cat as it brushed it's large head against his leg.

"I don't suppose you know anything, do you?"

"Meow."

A/N: I think I'll bring some of these people back. And as for anything I said that doesn't quite line up with the series, rest assured...I'll be using those as launching points for future fics.