Author Note!
Perhaps one too many references here, but they're not well-known.

The Iscariots were lounging in the large transport vehicle. It was dimly lit and completely silent; the men sat solemnly, rocking to the movements of the vehicle.

It came to a stop but there was still no movement.

Just then the door swung open and through the bright, white light of the outside, Alex emerged smiling.

He closed the door and looked from side to side at the depressed, silent soldiers.

"Wow, if it gets any livelier in here a funeral might break out!"

One of the Iscariots looked up, "A lot of people died needlessly today!"

"…Well…I'll be off then…Bye." He waved to the lifeless troops and cautiously stepped out.

Alex shut the door and climbed onto the roof of the transport as the vehicle made its way down the long, dusty road.

And now for something completely interesting!

Chapter 6: The Not-So-Big Interesting Tower

A small sign on the roadside indicated the location.

Welcome To
BLACKWOOD
You'll never leave!

Seras walked down a deserted street. There were typical terraced houses on either side of the street and now and then a face appeared in a window watching the lone girl.

As she approached the street corner, an elderly man emerged from one of the houses.

"Umm excuse me, sir? Can you tell me where the Alminac Office is?"

The man spoke in a strange accent, "Take a look across the street my dear!"

She looked over at an old building not much bigger than the houses and barely noticeable in the terrace. She was less than surprised.

"Wow. That's it?"

"Yes! My, my, three stories to it! Don't see many sky-scrapers like that in these parts!"

Seras tried not to laugh, "What's inside it?"

"Hell if I know."

And with that, the old man shambled off, muttering to himself.

Then from the distance, a taxi rolled slowly up to Seras. A familiar man in a long coat, hat and dark glasses stepped out.

He spoke in a very eloquent English voice, "Your…luggage, Madam."

He hauled an enormous long case out of the taxi and dropped it at her feet.

He quickly jumped back into the taxi, "London please."

"You've got one hell of a fare building up, anonymous stranger!"

The taxi zoomed off down the road as Seras opened the case.

It was indeed the Harkonnen. Alongside the cannon was a small handgun with a note attached.

"This should prove less suspicious in a civilian environment."

She examined the gun, then concealed it in her jacket and carried the huge case to the doorstep of the building. She rested it gently at the side of the steps and entered casually.

She entered into an empty reception room and began looking around. There was a hall to one side and a set of stairs behind the desk.

Just then, a figure silently emerged behind the desk, Seras jumped in surprise and hurriedly drew the pistol.

"Wa-aaah!"

The receptionist dived under the desk, cowering out of sight.

Seras lowered her gun and leaned over the desk, "S-sorry…"

The receptionist made her way to her feet, still quivering slightly.

"C-can I help you?"

Seras began formally, "We have received reports of illegal operations being carried out in this facility. I'm here on behalf of my superiors to investigate."

Seras then noticed a young man watching from down the hall.

He stepped forward, bearing the razor sharp vampire teeth. He laughed and ran through a door. Seras turned to the woman.

"I'll be right back!"

She ran out the front door. Almost as soon as it closed, she burst back in carrying the Harkonnen on one shoulder.

"Wait here please!"

She ran through the door leaving the receptionist in total confusion.

- - -

Just outside the village, Alucard strolled comfortably in the setting sun over the hills.

He noticed the sign and smiled, "How charming! A perfect place for such filth!"

He continued on into the village as night set in.

- - -

Seras stood at the entrance to a large conservatory almost as tall as the building. The setting sun shone a bright orange into Seras' eyes, obscuring her vision.

The faint silhouettes of four figures could be seen in the sunlight. In a mad panic, Seras fired the cannon into the centre of them. The vampires effortlessly dodged the shell and began darting around the room.

"You can't hit us with that slow thing!"

Seras grew angry and fired several shots in all directions. A loud scream revealed one freak hit directly through the chest by the shell. As it turned to dust, Seras spotted another one behind her, missing his legs.

"Damn it! You bitch!"

The sun had since disappeared behind the hills as Seras looked around for the other two freaks.

Seras crouched down to reload the cannon as one of the freaks stopped in front of her.

She laughed and strolled over to Seras who was hurriedly trying to reload the cannon. She stood the Harkonnen, holding it to the ground.

"Stupid girl, what were you thinking?"

At the point of attack, the freak stopped in her tracks.

Seras looked up at the freak, now with a huge hole in her chest. She turned around to see Alucard, leaning against the open doorway, grinning while holding the ridiculously oversized handgun.

The freak collapsed to the floor as Alucard gently stepped into the room. He fired one more shot into the darkness, killing the last freak with ease. Seras returned to her feet looking disappointed.

He looked down at Seras, "Drink the blood and you won't be knocked down so easily."

"…Master…"

Alucard spotted the remaining half of a freak, writhing in pain against a wall.

He cowered in fear as Alucard pointed the gun into his face.

"I want information now, or I'll blow your arms off as well!"

"W-what do you want?"

"Where might we find the rest of your monstrous little cohort?"

The vampire stopped shaking and grinned evilly, "Right now, you're miles away!"

"I've had enough of you manufactured freaks!"

Before he could respond, Alucard pressed the trigger blasting the rest of the freak to pieces.

The two casually walked out of the front door. The receptionist emerged from the desk in complete confusion.

"Am I still going to get paid?"

- - -

Adam, Tom and Phil were still playing on the Gamecube.

Some time passed, but they carried on playing, button-bashing for several seconds.

Adam looked at the camera, "What? We don't have to entertain you!"

- - -

Preview!

Alex (doing a bad Anderson impression): Ach! Ye filthy heathens!

Seras: What?

Alex: Eeemen!

END