Order 15: Not Bomb
By: SleepyNinja
Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing and not making a dime.
A/N: The story takes place a year or two after the ending of the anime. Also looking for an editor, so if you're interested gimme an email at sat quietly in the back of the armored transport. Jack was lying on the other side on the lightly padded seats. He had either passed out or fallen asleep, Seras couldn't decide which one it was. When she looked at him her vision flashed to that night in Cheddar when the Jack of her old squadron died, and turned into a ghoul right in front of her.
Seras shook those old memories out of her head. This Jack was far different from that one and she had given him his un-life, so she better get used to looking at him.
"Good evening Master."
Integra took her gaze off counting the ceiling tiles for the millionth time and found Alucard standing on the other side of the room. "Alucard."
"I just dropped by to give you a little news."
"Oh really? I'm thrilled," she said, placing as much sarcasm on it as she could at this hour.
"I just thought you might be interested in knowing that we have a new member."
"Alucard! What did I tell you about not making that into a habit?"
"Oh Master," he said as he walked closer, "I'm hurt. Just because we have a new vampire around you immediately think it's me? It really does hurt my feelings you know."
"I'm judging by past experience."
"But to finish my story it seems the Police Girl had a little snack earlier this evening, I just thought you should know." Alucard disappeared into the shadows as quietly as he had entered.
Integra looked back up and started counting the tiles again. "Dammit Seras," she muttered.
The Hellsing Organization had to relocate while Integra was trying to be quietly pardoned by the royal family. What was left of the living members had set up a command center in a remote area of town. The basement was extended for its militaristic purposes, shooting ranges, training areas, weapon storage, and an area for the personnel's needs. The 93 living members fit into the building perfectly.
The last floor of the basement contained four rooms. One was currently being used for storage, and the other three were for the three non-living members of the Hellsing Organization. The rooms were fairly large with plain walls and they were outfitted with a bathroom, simple wood table and chairs, and of course, a coffin with a silver cross on it. The bathroom contained a simple porcelain toilet, a combination shower/bathtub, and a sink.
When Jack opened the simple wooden door from the bathroom a cloud of steam first let out as he stepped on the cold cement floor. He rubbed his white fluffy towel trough his hair a few more times before he threw it on the table. He got dressed in the outfit that the Hellsing had given him. It resembled the outfit that his master wore, though it was suited to male taste. It was a shade or two darker and, naturally, had pants instead of a skirt. He left the boots under the table and the gloves on top of it. He collapsed on the soft cushy padding on his coffin with a sigh of content. A nice hot shower always made him feel better, but the transition to being a vampire was definitely much harder than expected, this much could be told from his five days as a member of the undead.
He hadn't been drinking blood every day. It just felt weird, though he did suck it up and drink every other day. He was now able to bench around 200 kilograms, where he could bench only 75 earlier. He could move faster, see farther and better in the dark, and recovered from injury in a short amount of time. It was just all too sudden. No one besides his master and Alucard really talked to him. Some of the guys seemed to be indifferent and some were generally nice to him, but he was generally ignored like a plague victim.
Jack was considering taking a nap when someone knocked on the door. "Come in Master."
The door opened with a small creek. Seras stood in the doorway, "how did you know it was me?"
Jack slowly made his way up to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. "Well Master, you're the only one who knocks."
"Oh really?"
"Of course," Jack said as he rolled off his bed and stood up. "Alucard just appears out of nowhere, and no one else comes to visit."
"Master does tend to do that."
"So Master, what bring you to my humble abode?"
"Well you have boxes with your name on them upstairs. I figured you wanted them."
"I was wondering when that was coming in." Jack walked to his table and pulled his boots on. "I suppose I should go get my goodies then. Want to come with?"
"Alright." Seras stepped back to avoid blocking the doorway. Jack walked out and they both went down the hall. The awkward silence was getting to her. "I see they managed to find you a uniform."
"Yes Master. It certainly took them long enough."
"It's almost identical to mine."
"Well I'm quite pleased with that Master, I just don't think a short skirt would do justice to my figure," he joked.
Seras laughed. "Well it's good that they got you something to wear, that hole through your other shirt was a large one."
Jack chuckled to himself, "It felt larger when it happened Master. Your gun shoots quite large bullets."
They silently walked along the hall for another few moments. The awkward pause continued until Seras broke the silence with more mindless chit chat "So, where'd you learn to do those moves you did on those ghouls?
"That? It's nothing. I've been taking martial arts since I was 13, so it's second nature."
"What kind?"
"Well…let me see…" He paused for a while and scratched his head, "mainly Tae Kwon Do," he started, "but a few other styles. I also was taking lessons for sword 'because I was bored, so that's about it. You were pretty good shot though. Where you learn to do that?"
"Police academy. Well that and Alucard. I was a cop before I joined Hellsing, and then Alucard taught me how to shoot."
"I have to admit, I am a lousy shot. You'll have to teach me sometime Master."
"Sure, sometime later today." As they walked down the hall, others tended to almost scrape against the wall, obviously trying not to make eye contact.
"Is it always like this?"
"Like what?"
"Everyone treating us like we have the plague." Jack started up the stairs to the main floor.
"Most of the time," she sighed.
"Its just weird, I mean I could easily look like I used to if I had those color contacts, and a file to grind down my fangs."
"I know. It's…It's the vampire extermination. They see what those freaks do and we're associated because we're vampires too."
"It just seems so…lonely."
"Sometimes…" Seras pushed the door to the front room open. Armored transports were centered in the middle of the room, fueled and ready to go. Weapon lockers with boxes of ammunition next to them line the walls. "They're over here." Seras motioned to a large stack of boxes by a door to outside, each had "Owens" in big black letter and "Not Bomb" stamped some where. Her expression turned to that of shock. "There are more of them than last time…"
"Yeah, these are mine." Jack looked up at the large stack. The cardboard pyramid was at least a meter taller than he was. "
"How are you going to fit all of this in your room?" she asked in a bewildered tone.
"Most of its bubble wrap…I think. It shouldn't be too hard." He looked at the boxes and looked around the room. "So is there a lift or something I could use?"
"Nope, stairs only."
Jack paused and looked at the boxes again. "Shit."
Jack proceeded to empty a clip at the target on the other side of the shooting range. After moving boxes for about three hours he needed to shoot something, of course the results weren't helping. He placed his pistol down with a sighed and pressed the button to retrieve the target. He grabbed the target and looked at his results. He didn't even hit any part of the actual target; several holes were in the white area of the paper, but nothing had hit the target.
"You missed," Seras said from behind him.
"Wha?" Jack jumped and looked behind him. "Christ, don't scare me like that."
"I had to," she giggled. "It was too good to pass up."
"Well don't do it anymore." He turned his attention back to his horrible shooting. "I never was a good shot."
"That's because you're still shooting like a human." She placed another clip into the pistol Jack had placed in front of him, and placed a fresh target at the end of the lane. "Shoot with your third eye." She aimed and started shooting. Once the pistol was spent she placed it down and called the target back. She pulled it off the line and checked her handiwork, all headshots. "See?"
"Seras Victoria," a voice over the intercom system said. "Please report to the main office."
"I should go, but you keep it up." Seras headed for the door and Jack waved goodbye.
Jack placed a fresh target on the line and sent it down, and reloaded his gun. "Alright," he said as he took aim, "third eye," he muttered. He stared intently on his target and fired. He pressed the button recalling the target. He plucked it off the clip and was satisfied at his work. Perfect Headshot.
A/N: I'll try to update on Wednesdays, because nothing happens on Wednesdays unless you force something to.
