Wow! Ten chapters! This is the longest story I've ever written. I love Hellsing so much, though. If I miss descriptive things about riding a motorcycle, then tell me. Pathetic, I can write really descriptive paragraphs about smoking, but riding motorcycles...... I'm not that good at. Must be my age..... and the fact that I smoke. I don't own Hellsing. I wish I did though. But I don't, because I'm not Japanese and I can't draw..... well.

The new assignment.

By Toxic Loser

Chapter ten.

The motorcycle sped out of the courtyard, with cars following, slowly, behind it. Integra held on tightly as Natasha sped the motorcycle in between cars. After a minute or so they came to a traffic light. Natasha stoped, by putting one foot on the ground. Integra clutched onto the teenager, thinking Natasha might decide to take of at any moment.

"Hey, look at the two chicks," a guy in a nearby sports cars said leering at them.

'This is embarrassing,' Integra thought, still holding on tightly. 'Please don't let her do anything stupid'. Natasha put up her middle finger at the guy and revved up the engine again. 'That isn't goo-' Integra barely finished her thought as Natasha sped the bike of into a red light. She passed the turning cars began laughing.

"Scared are we?" Natasha said, barely audible to Integra.

Integra held on a closed her eyes. 'Those dangerous stunts could have got us killed and that bitch still has time to laugh. I won't say anything. She won't provoke me!' She told herself. Natasha sped the bike up, passing several red lights as they travelled. After what seemed to be an eternity, Natasha stopped.

"Do you feel well?" she asked, smiling as she took of her helmet.

Integra took of her helmet, but didn't admit to Natasha that she was feeling sick. "Of course not!" she said. "Where are the others?" She glanced around.

"They'll be here soon enough," Natasha said and slid off the motorcycle. She steadied herself on a nearby pole and then skated over to entrance. "Are you coming?"

Integra nodded and slid of the bike. She then fell catching herself on the same pole Natasha had used. Laughter was heard from a nearby car.... Familiar laughter.

"I'd have never seen this coming," a familiar voice leered at Integra. The door of the car opened and Enrico Maxwell stepped out.

Integra tugged her skirt down and glared at him, "What exactly is your business here?"

Before he could answer, Natasha stepped in. "Maxwell, how nice to see you again," then she added an evil laugh. Enrico, took one frightened glance at her and took a step back.

"Y- you-you-" he stuttered, as Integra watched. She was rather enjoying this.

Natasha took a glide forward and said, "Yes, me," Enrico Maxwell got into the car and it drove away.

Integra smiled and glanced at Natasha, "How do you two know each other?"

"Lets just say-" she started, but her sentence was delayed by the arrival of the others. Alucard was back to wearing his usual red attire (a/n Is really disappointed) and Seps was dressed as a person from the Matrix (a/n I've always liked those costumes).

"Lets go," Naruko said, holding her guitar up to the sky. Then they all walked up to the front door. WHAM! Naruko whacked the door with her guitar, which opened it.

"Daniel said that they were being held hostage on the tenth floor," Integra said, looking around the blood stained lobby.

Natasha smiled evilly. "I know where everything is in this place. Follow me," she said and led them to a lift. She pressed the button. CRASH! It sounded as if the lift cables had failed and the lift fell. "Damn, lets take the stairs," she said and marched up the stairs holding the rail carefully as to not fall.

'How does she manage to do all this stuff, wearing roller-skates?' Integra thought, her skates slipping and missing the stair again. Lucky for her Walter was helping her. 'At least she's not here to make fun of me'.

Finally, after several minutes and multiple slips from Integra, they reached the tenth floor. They walked through a bloody corridor, with torn paintings and the dust of freak corpses. "Why haven't we met a single vampire here?" asked Seras as everyone else shrugged.

Integra glanced around and something shiny caught her attention; it was a bayonet. "I know why we haven't seen a vampire and why Maxwell was standing outside this building," she said, making everyone turn around and stare at the bayonet.

Alucard took out his guns "I was wondering the next time we'd meet". He said as the girls eyed him with perverse grins.

A door on their left opened and a figure emerged. The figure of Alexander Anderson. "I swore I'd kill you vampire and I will," he said looking at Alucard. His gaze then wandered around the group. It stopped on Natasha. "You!" he yelled.

Natasha grinned evilly. "Yes me?" she asked, teasingly. Anderson dropped the two bayonets he was holding and sank down onto the floor.

"Not again, not her, not again," he started to mumble to himself, hugging his knees and rocking back and forwards, muttering.

I love this chapter, because Anderson. I like his shoes. Why would you actually want a glow in the dark cross? Well I'm going on a vacation and will update more on this story when I get back. I hate Sydney. Nothing good happens. Sooo lame. I wish I was going to Japan. I LOVE SUSHI!