Chapter 6
Back at the Hellsing Organization, Lady Integra was sitting, staring out the window at the night. A tear was in her eye, forcing her to remove her glasses and rub it off, while rubbing her eyes as well, before she replaced her glasses. Her pale eyes concentrated again, she walked out to her balcony, to get a better view of the ground.
Integra was still furious, but tried to calm herself down. My organization is becoming a home of vampires who seem to think that they are above the house, above Hellsing. Oh father, if you were here to only see what is happening…you would never have allowed this. She took out a cigar with her right hand and got her lighter with her left. Balancing it in her mouth, she cuffed her hands over it as she lit up, breathing in a good portion and, with a sigh, letting it out again.
Integra was so intent on watching out that she barely heard the knock on her door, until it opened and in walked Walter. He had what appeared to be a somewhat worried look on his face, but Integra paid no mind. She had just seen something that appeared to be a black dog run from the castle gates, and smiled a little.
Without turning she spoke soundly, "Yes, Walter?"
Walter bowed graciously, even if he was not looked at, and approached Integra's desk. In a husky voice with exasperation, "I have some bad news for you, Miss Hellsing-soma."
Integra with the still half smile on her face, and the cigar in her mouth, turned around to see Walter. The light from where she was standing made her have shadows of a pale blue, nearly the color of her eyes. "Hm, if it is about Arucard, I already know."
Walter gasped a little, but was basically fine, as he still had more to say. "That is it, but there is more, Miss Integra-soma. There have been some more vampire sightings all around Britain." Noticing no change in appearance, he continued. "Seras is also missing, and without her halocannon, she is as good as dead."
Integra's eyes blazed at the mention of the name, there was something about Seras that has always made her too childish for the job that Integra seemed to give her, or so Integra felt. Integra tried to remain calm, and took another puff of her cigar before she took it out again and looked at Walter.
"Hm. She did not take it, that foolish girl. How can she expect to get stronger if she has no weapons on her in case of an attack? How she ever managed to not be killed already is a mystery to me, even running away she does not take seriously." Integra took another puff of her cigar and took it out of her mouth. "Anything else, Walter?"
"Well, Miss Hellsing-soma, would you like me to send the troops after her and Alucard-soma?" He asked in a polite manner, trying to be of some use, while the lines of his face darkened and his eyes focused a little more.
Integra waved her hand as if to get rid of the smoke, but not so. "No, Walter, that will be unnecessary. We have already two members missing; we can not afford to lose any others at this time, if what you say is true about the heightened vampire attacks. You are dismissed, Walter." She said sternly. In one swoop movement, Walter bowed and left the room, making sure to close the door on the way out.
Integra crossed her arms across her chest, the one holding the cigar was by her face, so that she could still smell the smoke from it. "Hm, well, if she is going to refuse having a weapon, then when she is attacked, it will be her own fault." She said with a half grin, and her eyes glinting.
She walked to her desk, and picked up the phone, putting down the cigar in an ash tray. She dialed a number that she had memorized and waited for it to ring.
"Hello, Maxwell. Yes, you know what this is about. Can you….yes, I know the price and am well aware of it. I will still proceed; okay, fine, whatever. Just do what you have to do, yes, bye." She hung up slightly angrily at him, Maxwell of the Vatican, who always managed to piss her off somehow, even when asking for help, or giving it.
Integra collapsed in her chair, folding her arms on her desk and resting her head on them. Sweet beaded down her face a little, as it was a warm night, and she was practically barking at him. A little grin returned to her face; she took her cigar into her left hand, and held it there for a moment, then taking a nice sized puff.
"Hm, this will be interesting. Let's see how Seras can do without weapons, or is it that you will save her, Arucard, when you should be here…with me."
Integra sat there, practically in the same position the rest of the night. What was she going to do with no one but the ground troops to bark orders at? The ground was set, the players selected, and her so called game of chess was started, or so she thought…