Order 2: Double Murder
London, England 6 months later.
"From what our sources tell us, Nazi scientists have been conducting human experimentation on their prisoners of war in the name of German science for well over 6 months now." "Sir Andrew Von Hellsing. We understand that as leader of the Royal National Knights, your heart goes out to the Jewish prisoners being held by Nazi Germany. But their rescue is a job for the British Military, not us. We are members of the Knights of the Round Table. We protect England and Europe from the paranormal. It isn't out place to step into this situation." Andrew's icy blue eyes narrowed as he looked around at the table of men before him. He was well built, well dressed and gave the impression of a general who led a very loyal army. Tapping a gloved finger on the table, he replied sternly: "That's where you are wrong." He reached forward to the pile of photographs lying undisturbed on the table before him. Pushing them forward towards the other men, he continued: "The Nazis aren't simply butchering their prisoners in inhuman ways; they are trying to develop some form of vampirism with the experiments they've been conducting. I'm assuming that they want to use these methods, once perfected, on their military to form an almost super army. Gentlemen, this is very much our business." The photos showed pictures of human dissection. There were photos of strange 'chips' and their methods of insertion into the body through the back of the neck. "They are called 'FREAK' chips. Our informers have gathered information on them. By implanting these chips in the back of the neck, vampiric qualities are somehow unlocked. No one knows exactly how the Nazi's are creating these chips. All that is known is that it creates a cheap near-instant method of becoming a vampire" There was a break of silence as the members of the Round Table looked forward at the light blond-haired man at the head of the rectangular oak table whose length was the entirety of the long meeting room whose style was that the dining hall of a Victorian-era castle. Icy blue eyes traced along the faces around him until they stopped on one of the Round Table members who already had his mouth open in order to speak. "So what do you propose we do about these?" The knight asked.
Andrew Von Hellsing's serious expression lightened as a smile tugged at the edges of his lips. Bringing both his hands up and interlocking his fingers, he rested his elbows on the table. "'We don't need to do anything." He was shot several questioning glances and before anyone could ask what he meant, he answered: "I've sent one of the members of the Royal Protestant Organization as well as a very special agent of the Hellsing Organization to stop them." Andrew grinned. "Only two?! You can't fight an entire country with two men.You-" One of the knights blurted out, only to be interrupted by Hellsing's leader:
"You would be surprised."
***
Treblinka, Poland
"We should be over the train headed for Treblinka in about approximately 5 minutes. Sir Andrew Von Hellsing gave us instructions to fly both you in at 200 feet. We've only got one shot at this, so we had better get you right on target the first time around. I personally think this plan is crazy. You're going to be nothing but a smear on the ground. Would you care to explain to me how you are planning on doing this drop without a parachute?" Alan, a member of the British Air Force asked as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his vest pocket. He leaned against the wall of the plane near the side door while tapping on the back of the pack for a cigarette to come out. Taking it and placing it to his lips, he replaced the pack and began to tap his pockets for a lighter.
"I don't need a parachute."
Alan looked over his shoulder, towards the origin of the voice. Before he even had a chance to find a light for his cigarette, the smoke in his mouth was suddenly cut by some invisible force. Its tip fell neatly to the floor even before Alan knew it was gone. Taking it into his hand, he analyzed it with a look that was somewhere between confusion and shock. "You shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you." Alan quickly looked up to the figure standing now directly before him. He looked far from anyone in any type of military. He looked more like some 16 year old waiter from a fancy restaurant. But Alan knew that wasn't the case. There was something about him that Andrew Von Hellsing had complete faith in and he knew that unless someone was well prepared, they wouldn't be dropped directly into the lion's den. Alan grinned and reached for the side door, pulling it open. A gust of wind hit them both, but the boy kept his firm stance as the night revealed the Polish countryside below. "Well, I'd wish you good luck, but I have a feeling you don't need it. But I guess it's a habit - Good luck, Walter." Alan said. Walter grinned, stepping to the door and without even another second passing, he was gone.
The train was filled with Jewish prisoners. Cattle car after cattle car loaded with frightened human cargo. The night air whipped past him as Walter landed without any difficulty on the roof of the back cattle car. "Was fuer?" He heard a German voice say. Looking back he saw the observation platform for the guard at the back of the train. Unfortunately the guard of that platform was looked directly at him. Within seconds, the German had drawn his gun and was pointing it at Walter. Strangely, like the cigarette of Alan on the plane, the barrel of the gun suddenly fell off. The German lowered his gun, shock written across his face but before he knew it, the entire platform was sailing back in the air to the passing train tracks below. How had the observation platform simply fallen off the back of the train? Nothing but a strangled cry escaped the guard's lips as his body crumpled and tumbled across the tracks upon impact.
"Nice job." He heard behind him. Quickly Walter looked back towards the front of the train. Standing on the back of the car cattle car in front of him was a girl. Her black hair whipped about her like the snakes of Medusa as she stood staring at him with a smirk across her face. Red eyes shined like rubies between her long onyx lashes. Her pale skin conflicted against the color of her long black form fitting leather jacket that reached to her lower legs. Tall leather boots could be see below the jacket as the wind pushed the base of the jacket upwards. Although there wasn't much that was surprised him in this war, the fact a girl was standing on the roof of the train headed for Treblinka, surprised him greatly. "And who might you be?" Walter questioned, tilting his head to one side. "My name is Rain. I am sorry that I can't stop and chat, but I am a very busy woman." Reaching above her shoulder, she grabbed the handle of a rifle that was hanging on her back. Aiming it downwards, she fired between both the cars. Suddenly Walter's back car become detached from the rest of the train and began to fall back away from the others. "Tshuess!" She smiled, waving to Walter before she turned and began to run towards the head of the train. Immediately, Walter pursued and with each passing car, the woman turned back and shot the link between the cars, causing them to separate. "That was certainly uncalled for." Walter said to what seemed no one in particular as he jumped to the next car ahead. "She is a vampire and by the scent, she is a pupil." A deep voice originating from some invisible force said to Walter. It kept close behind him, following him like the wind. "Shall I immobilize her?" "No." Walter said suddenly. "I think we should wait and see how this scene plays itself out. This certainly adds a little change to the 'Freak' Nazi affair. I am curious to what she is doing."
At the very front car, she stopped. Staring forward at the steam powered locomotive, she raised her gun and pointed it towards back end where she could see the heads of the two conductors. Three shots rung through the air and with no hesitation, Rain quickly leapt forward into the now empty control room of the locomotive as the final cattle car filled with Jewish prisoners rolled back away from it, thinking that she had lost Walter on one of the cars since she could no longer see him. Gritting her teeth, Rain's eyes narrowed to mere slits. Now that the Nazi's fresh livestock had been rerouted to freedom, it was her perfect opportunity to attack. For 6 months, she had been searching for a sign of her Master. Word from the underground had spoken of Nazi conducting experiments on their prisoners while trying to develop their own fake vampires. Somehow a piece of her was telling her that her Master was involuntarily involved and with all her heart she believed that by running faster, she would find him sooner and save him from the hell that the Nazis could have been putting him through. And so she searched the Concentration Camps and Killing Hospitals, finding only closed doors and distant clues awaiting her. As the locomotive approached the Treblinka Death camp, she felt her hatred for the Nazis, growing. As the train continued to run at an accelerated rate, Rain snapped from her thoughts as the lights of some farm houses whipped past. She looked up; the camp was approaching within a kilometre. Quickly, Rain began to pull random levers until the needle indicator of pressure meter on the steam valve before her moved into its danger zone. Steam began to pour out of random valves as the pressure became too much for the machinery of the train to bare. It didn't take one of great intelligence to figure out what was about to happen. Rain ran to the door and threw it open to reveal the nearing lights of the concentration camp. Gripping the doorframe with one hand, she placed the rifle back into the holster on her back she hung, waiting for the perfect moment to jump. Finally it was time. She jumped with feline grace, onto the platform of the station as the train continued to run away down the soon to end tracks. Rain could hear panicked German cries of soldiers who witnessed the expected train whip past the loading platform with no passenger cars or crew. Rain's lips curled into a smile, revealing her small needle white fangs as she reached down to her sides to two more holsters that held two long barrelled hand guns. Lifting the guns, she aimed and fired at the head of each guard as her body twisted in the air while she jumped. Several men, who hadn't even noticed, Rain leap from the train, dropped to the ground. Rain landed, but didn't stop long enough for anyone else to catch a glimpse of her. Jumping up to the roof above the train platform, she continued to run. There wasn't any time to spare. Sirens began to ring out and she knew that her time was running out. Leaping into the yard of the Treblinka concentration camp, Rain scurried across the grounds, avoiding all spotlights and soldiers who were now on the lookout for any intruder. Buildings become nothing but passing blurs in her vision as she rounded corner after corner and passed over every wall in her way. She knew exactly what she was looking for and within several minutes, she found it - the main killing and experimentation hospital of the Treblinka camp.
London, England 6 months later.
"From what our sources tell us, Nazi scientists have been conducting human experimentation on their prisoners of war in the name of German science for well over 6 months now." "Sir Andrew Von Hellsing. We understand that as leader of the Royal National Knights, your heart goes out to the Jewish prisoners being held by Nazi Germany. But their rescue is a job for the British Military, not us. We are members of the Knights of the Round Table. We protect England and Europe from the paranormal. It isn't out place to step into this situation." Andrew's icy blue eyes narrowed as he looked around at the table of men before him. He was well built, well dressed and gave the impression of a general who led a very loyal army. Tapping a gloved finger on the table, he replied sternly: "That's where you are wrong." He reached forward to the pile of photographs lying undisturbed on the table before him. Pushing them forward towards the other men, he continued: "The Nazis aren't simply butchering their prisoners in inhuman ways; they are trying to develop some form of vampirism with the experiments they've been conducting. I'm assuming that they want to use these methods, once perfected, on their military to form an almost super army. Gentlemen, this is very much our business." The photos showed pictures of human dissection. There were photos of strange 'chips' and their methods of insertion into the body through the back of the neck. "They are called 'FREAK' chips. Our informers have gathered information on them. By implanting these chips in the back of the neck, vampiric qualities are somehow unlocked. No one knows exactly how the Nazi's are creating these chips. All that is known is that it creates a cheap near-instant method of becoming a vampire" There was a break of silence as the members of the Round Table looked forward at the light blond-haired man at the head of the rectangular oak table whose length was the entirety of the long meeting room whose style was that the dining hall of a Victorian-era castle. Icy blue eyes traced along the faces around him until they stopped on one of the Round Table members who already had his mouth open in order to speak. "So what do you propose we do about these?" The knight asked.
Andrew Von Hellsing's serious expression lightened as a smile tugged at the edges of his lips. Bringing both his hands up and interlocking his fingers, he rested his elbows on the table. "'We don't need to do anything." He was shot several questioning glances and before anyone could ask what he meant, he answered: "I've sent one of the members of the Royal Protestant Organization as well as a very special agent of the Hellsing Organization to stop them." Andrew grinned. "Only two?! You can't fight an entire country with two men.You-" One of the knights blurted out, only to be interrupted by Hellsing's leader:
"You would be surprised."
***
Treblinka, Poland
"We should be over the train headed for Treblinka in about approximately 5 minutes. Sir Andrew Von Hellsing gave us instructions to fly both you in at 200 feet. We've only got one shot at this, so we had better get you right on target the first time around. I personally think this plan is crazy. You're going to be nothing but a smear on the ground. Would you care to explain to me how you are planning on doing this drop without a parachute?" Alan, a member of the British Air Force asked as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his vest pocket. He leaned against the wall of the plane near the side door while tapping on the back of the pack for a cigarette to come out. Taking it and placing it to his lips, he replaced the pack and began to tap his pockets for a lighter.
"I don't need a parachute."
Alan looked over his shoulder, towards the origin of the voice. Before he even had a chance to find a light for his cigarette, the smoke in his mouth was suddenly cut by some invisible force. Its tip fell neatly to the floor even before Alan knew it was gone. Taking it into his hand, he analyzed it with a look that was somewhere between confusion and shock. "You shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you." Alan quickly looked up to the figure standing now directly before him. He looked far from anyone in any type of military. He looked more like some 16 year old waiter from a fancy restaurant. But Alan knew that wasn't the case. There was something about him that Andrew Von Hellsing had complete faith in and he knew that unless someone was well prepared, they wouldn't be dropped directly into the lion's den. Alan grinned and reached for the side door, pulling it open. A gust of wind hit them both, but the boy kept his firm stance as the night revealed the Polish countryside below. "Well, I'd wish you good luck, but I have a feeling you don't need it. But I guess it's a habit - Good luck, Walter." Alan said. Walter grinned, stepping to the door and without even another second passing, he was gone.
The train was filled with Jewish prisoners. Cattle car after cattle car loaded with frightened human cargo. The night air whipped past him as Walter landed without any difficulty on the roof of the back cattle car. "Was fuer?" He heard a German voice say. Looking back he saw the observation platform for the guard at the back of the train. Unfortunately the guard of that platform was looked directly at him. Within seconds, the German had drawn his gun and was pointing it at Walter. Strangely, like the cigarette of Alan on the plane, the barrel of the gun suddenly fell off. The German lowered his gun, shock written across his face but before he knew it, the entire platform was sailing back in the air to the passing train tracks below. How had the observation platform simply fallen off the back of the train? Nothing but a strangled cry escaped the guard's lips as his body crumpled and tumbled across the tracks upon impact.
"Nice job." He heard behind him. Quickly Walter looked back towards the front of the train. Standing on the back of the car cattle car in front of him was a girl. Her black hair whipped about her like the snakes of Medusa as she stood staring at him with a smirk across her face. Red eyes shined like rubies between her long onyx lashes. Her pale skin conflicted against the color of her long black form fitting leather jacket that reached to her lower legs. Tall leather boots could be see below the jacket as the wind pushed the base of the jacket upwards. Although there wasn't much that was surprised him in this war, the fact a girl was standing on the roof of the train headed for Treblinka, surprised him greatly. "And who might you be?" Walter questioned, tilting his head to one side. "My name is Rain. I am sorry that I can't stop and chat, but I am a very busy woman." Reaching above her shoulder, she grabbed the handle of a rifle that was hanging on her back. Aiming it downwards, she fired between both the cars. Suddenly Walter's back car become detached from the rest of the train and began to fall back away from the others. "Tshuess!" She smiled, waving to Walter before she turned and began to run towards the head of the train. Immediately, Walter pursued and with each passing car, the woman turned back and shot the link between the cars, causing them to separate. "That was certainly uncalled for." Walter said to what seemed no one in particular as he jumped to the next car ahead. "She is a vampire and by the scent, she is a pupil." A deep voice originating from some invisible force said to Walter. It kept close behind him, following him like the wind. "Shall I immobilize her?" "No." Walter said suddenly. "I think we should wait and see how this scene plays itself out. This certainly adds a little change to the 'Freak' Nazi affair. I am curious to what she is doing."
At the very front car, she stopped. Staring forward at the steam powered locomotive, she raised her gun and pointed it towards back end where she could see the heads of the two conductors. Three shots rung through the air and with no hesitation, Rain quickly leapt forward into the now empty control room of the locomotive as the final cattle car filled with Jewish prisoners rolled back away from it, thinking that she had lost Walter on one of the cars since she could no longer see him. Gritting her teeth, Rain's eyes narrowed to mere slits. Now that the Nazi's fresh livestock had been rerouted to freedom, it was her perfect opportunity to attack. For 6 months, she had been searching for a sign of her Master. Word from the underground had spoken of Nazi conducting experiments on their prisoners while trying to develop their own fake vampires. Somehow a piece of her was telling her that her Master was involuntarily involved and with all her heart she believed that by running faster, she would find him sooner and save him from the hell that the Nazis could have been putting him through. And so she searched the Concentration Camps and Killing Hospitals, finding only closed doors and distant clues awaiting her. As the locomotive approached the Treblinka Death camp, she felt her hatred for the Nazis, growing. As the train continued to run at an accelerated rate, Rain snapped from her thoughts as the lights of some farm houses whipped past. She looked up; the camp was approaching within a kilometre. Quickly, Rain began to pull random levers until the needle indicator of pressure meter on the steam valve before her moved into its danger zone. Steam began to pour out of random valves as the pressure became too much for the machinery of the train to bare. It didn't take one of great intelligence to figure out what was about to happen. Rain ran to the door and threw it open to reveal the nearing lights of the concentration camp. Gripping the doorframe with one hand, she placed the rifle back into the holster on her back she hung, waiting for the perfect moment to jump. Finally it was time. She jumped with feline grace, onto the platform of the station as the train continued to run away down the soon to end tracks. Rain could hear panicked German cries of soldiers who witnessed the expected train whip past the loading platform with no passenger cars or crew. Rain's lips curled into a smile, revealing her small needle white fangs as she reached down to her sides to two more holsters that held two long barrelled hand guns. Lifting the guns, she aimed and fired at the head of each guard as her body twisted in the air while she jumped. Several men, who hadn't even noticed, Rain leap from the train, dropped to the ground. Rain landed, but didn't stop long enough for anyone else to catch a glimpse of her. Jumping up to the roof above the train platform, she continued to run. There wasn't any time to spare. Sirens began to ring out and she knew that her time was running out. Leaping into the yard of the Treblinka concentration camp, Rain scurried across the grounds, avoiding all spotlights and soldiers who were now on the lookout for any intruder. Buildings become nothing but passing blurs in her vision as she rounded corner after corner and passed over every wall in her way. She knew exactly what she was looking for and within several minutes, she found it - the main killing and experimentation hospital of the Treblinka camp.