Hellsing: Battlefront

Chapter Six: Special Delivery.

ZR: Gomen for the long wait! School's a bitch, and my schedule is uber full. Just didn't have a lot of time to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, only John, and a few other characters.

Location: Alpha base, on the outskirts of Paris

Time: 1800 hours

Date: June 10, 2008

John sat at his desk, filling out the latest paperwork from the Higher-up. They always had paper work for him. Now he knew how Sir Integra felt. As he was finishing up, there came a knock on the door to his tent.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Seras walked in. John looked up from his paperwork, smiling. He got up and hugged her as she closed the door behind her. "How've you been sweetie?"

"Exhausted John. Been on watch for at least a day and a half." She said as she returned the embrace and collapsed to his bunk.

"Well I'm tired as well. Paper work from here to high heaven. Now I know how Integra feels."

Seras managed a tired chuckle, "You never run out of laughs do you." She kissed him on the cheek.

John returned to kiss, "Nope. Never have, never will."

There was another knock on the door, "Sir, I have a package for you," said the voice from behind the door.

"You can come in," he replied.

The door opened, and the MP walked in, carrying an impressively sized box, "From England sir." He said as he placed the box on the floor of the tent. He got back up with a slight look of relief on his face, and calmly walked out of his tent.

John walked over to the wooden box, and read the post details, "From, London England." He opened the box, and found a note laid upon a wrapped parcel. He picked up the note and read it,

Dear John,

I hope you don't mind, but I've created a personal weapon for you.

I knew you loved the rifles and shotguns the military uses, so I've created a weapon that encompasses both worlds. It also has some special features that you might find interesting.

Sincerely, Walter.

John glanced from the note, to the parcel, and back to the note. He laid the note on his desk, and picked up the parcel. Light as a feather. He unwrapped it, and stared at the weapon laid out in his hands.

The weapon looked bulky, it had two muzzles one was rifled, the other, smooth. The handgrip looked like the pump for the shotgun, but it had a lock for it as well. There was a switch on the left side that had three settings, and another below it, and slightly behind it with two settings. There was as well, a full body suit underneath the gun, neatly folded, and a helmet as well. Both were black as night.

"Interesting choice of colors for camouflage armor." He held up the suit and looked at the fibers of the cloth. They appeared to be tightly woven together, and he saw something shiny within the fabric he couldn't tell what it was, but he had a feeling it would be good.

Seras sat up in the bunk looking at the suit as well. "Wonder what it does?"

"Hell if I know, But I'm gonna test it out, right after I check this thing out," he said as he picked up the weapon again, and slung the rifle on his shoulder and walked out of the tent, "You can sleep here if you want, I'll be back shortly."

It was a brisk vampiric jog to get to the firing range. He quickly found an empty booth; but got odd glances at his weapon as he entered the firing range. He quickly set up a target one hundred meters. Shouldered his gun, took aim and pulled the trigger. The trigger wouldn't budge. He looked at the weapon, and found the safety on. He chuckled to himself at his eagerness to fire the weapon, he clicked the safety off, re-shouldered the weapon took aim once again, and fired. The gun roared in full automatic as he pulled the trigger. He stopped, breathing heavily.

"Holy shit."

He looked at the target downrange, and saw that the bottom half of the target had been blown away. He set up a new target, again at one hundred meters. He switched the rifle from automatic, to the next setting which he didn't know what. He pulled the trigger once again, this time, the rifle fired a tree round burst, creating a three-inch hole in the target's head. John smirked, taking pride at what his rifle could do that no others could. He then switched the gun from rifle mode, to the next, again not knowing what it was. He took aim again, and noticed a screen that he didn't notice before. A little screen, below the top of the weapon, showed numbers left in the clip, thirty-five rounds left. He pressed a little button underneath the screen, and the numbers changed to text that read, 'Shotgun mode', and the numbers appeared once again, this time showing how many shots left in the shotgun. He smiled with delight, a rifle and a shotgun in one package, how thoughtful.

He loaded a round into the chamber and fired. The recoil was so strong, that it nearly knocked him off balance. He steadied his grip on the gun and slowly calmed himself. He stooped and picked up the spent shell casings from both the rifle and the shotgun. The shotgun appeared to have an 8-guage shot. The rifle, a .454 caliber bullet. He grinned with delight, a gun that packed a lot of punch. He set up a third target, this time, farther away, 200 meters.

He shouldered the rifle once again, and switched the rifle to its third setting; he made sure the target was father away when he fired. He pressed the button on the screen, and the numbers changed to text once again, this time it read, 'Grenade launcher', then went to the number of grenades left, five. He then pulled the trigger and heard a slight thump. He waited, did he miss the target. Then a flash, and thunder reached his ears shortly after. He stared in shock and awe.

"A lot of punch." He thought.

He clicked on the safety, retrieved what was left of his target, only the shreds of paper attached to the rope, which was also but threads. He slung the rifle, and walked briskly out of the firing range.

The next day, he was assigned patrol duty near the border of France and Germany. He decided to use this as a test for the new armor he received as well. He quickly donned the new armor, but kept the helmet underneath his arm. He jogged to the Alpha base's HQ to receive his orders. Shortly after he received his orders, as well as strange looks from the officers there, he retuned to his squad and orders only five others with him, including Seras, and Amelia.

They took a ride on a Chinook Helicopter to the LZ, the starting point of their two-day patrol. Just as John stepped off the Chinook and placed his helmet, when a tactical display popped up on the visor. The topographic map showed the location of his squad, the Chinook on its way back to Alpha base and the defensive positions of the allies. John smirked behind his visor. But, he wondered at how he would be able to camouflage with the surrounding area when the suit was pitch black. Just as he thought this, a tiny automated voice came over the internal speakers.

"Active camouflage initiated."

He glanced down at his body, and found them gone, or at least that what it appeared to be. He felt them there, so they were there. His squad, however, noticed he vanished. And began calling out his name over the radios, even though he was still there, right next to him. He pulled off the helmet and reappeared in front of the squad. Many gasped in surprise.

"No time to dawdle, lets get moving." He said as he put his helmet back on, and melted into the surrounding area.