I like pleasure spiked with pain

(Takes place in volume 5 between panels 6 on page 101 and panels 1-4 on page 147.)

Listening to these men of military might banter back and forth while time ticks by has succeeded in boring her nearly to tears. While the carrier is important, they should be more concerned with those Nazi airships. (Trust Walter to find out information ahead of the best; though these idiots hardly qualify.)

'How cliché', Integra muses to herself. 'Arriving in airships. I suppose the major hoped it would serve to frighten the general populace. And us. Perhaps he's suffering from a bit of nostalgia as well; preferring to use those monstrosities in a misguided attempt to bring back what his kind remembers as glory days for Nazis.'

She smirks to herself.

'Not that it matters, for these Nazis will be defeated just as their predecessors were.'

Studying the men in the room, she is well aware of the freak vampires in their midst and expects they will make a move presently. Walter will deal with them. Glancing at Sir Penwood, she barely contains a bark of harsh laughter. The man's fear rolls down his face in a heavy sweat. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches an expected glare from a supposed trusted ally. The man radiates poor intentions, not to mention a freak's aura. Integra wonders how Penwood obviously has no clue that his right hand man masquerades as a human.

Leaning back in her chair, and clasping her hands authoritatively, she allows her mind to drift back to the spectacle of those enormous dirigibles heading toward her city. What a waste of fuel. And time! Had he the sense God gave a goat, and not the insane desire to wage bloody war forever, he'd have opted instead for some fully loaded, RAF Harriers. One of the finest aeroplanes in the world, the aircraft holds a one or two-man crew and Sidewinders, Shadows and Paveways as part of its arsenal. Certainly, they possessed more than enough firepower to level this city twice over! Even a few Tornados could do considerable damage; it's two-man crew more than capable of handling the Sidewinders and Tauruses on board. The Major had to realize that several well stocked aeroplanes could destroy London in one third, probably one-quarter the time it would take those flying cargo ships.

Cargo ships.

Suddenly it all made sense. No aeroplane could accomplish his goal. The attack on London wasn't about the destruction of the buildings; it was about the destruction of her people. Just as she prepares to voice her newest concern to her trusted Butler and Angel of Death, the freaks finally make their move.

The time for speculations was over.