here's another chapter. Not much going on in it but you still got to read it! Let's just say it's got a funny part and it focuses on the situation they have. Please read and review! Thanks!

Order 11: Pressure

London Airport. 2:00 P.M.

Anderson hardly ever dreamed. If so, it was something meaningless about his own past. Unlike Skey, he didn't fret over it. He understood the concept of past is the past. But this dream was unlike any he ever had. No, nothing bad like what dirty minds would think (so get it out of your minds). But it felt like a sort of omen. There was fields raging with fire, screaming of people running around and trying to escape the fiery war. Dark shadows sprinted through the flames, their sihlouettes all he could see. Heads of spiky hair, heads of long, flowing hair but the most remarkable thing about these shadows was their speed. They'd jump humans and bite into their necks. Now Anderson knew. And it was with one of these shadows that he was dueling with. The vampire's broad sword, wicked in every look and perspective, would stop against Anderson's bayonets. He had never knew a vampire so hard to fight besides Alucard but this shadow, this vampire, was not Alucard. Not far away he could see Skey fighting too brilliantly. The girl had a hardened look of sheer determination, her feet dancing to the rhythm of battle. Fire gleamed off the mirror of the swords before they became tainted with vampiric bloodshed. And now within the fire he could see Alucard as well fighting these vampires. They kept jumping him, so fast and efficiently that it would appear even Alucard couldn't keep up with them. But that wasn't his worry now...they were ok but this vampire in front of him...that was his worry. Their blades clashed over and over again. When their blades bared against one another, the vampire leaned in with angry red eyes, speaking in a clneched mouth of rage.

" You're responsible for taking her away from me! You...must die!"

Anderson woke up on the bench he was sitting on. Skey had glanced up from the magazine she bought. Maxwell had gone to get them all some lunch.

" You ok? You look like you just seen a ghost or something."

Anderson stared at her for a second or so before looking to the carpeted ground. Who was he responsible for taking away? Who was that vampire? Clearly he was ticked about something and it had to do with what Anderson had done. The loud roaring of jet engines could be heard gently through the thick glass windows of the airport. The storm was still overcast, but the rain had lightened up. Something foreboding was coming. His senses told him this. That dream was just too unusual for him. It couldn't be taken lightly. As Anderson looked up he saw Maxwell coming back with a bag of food. Fast food of course, since that's all most airports had in their food courts. Maxwell dug through the bag and gave Anderson his order. Maxwell took out his own and gave the bag to Skey.

" There you go."

Skey set aside her magazine and took out one of McDonald's happy meals. He eye twitched as she stared at the kid meal with seething hatred. There was a snicker from Maxwell as he saw what he did to her. Skey set aside the bag with the happy meal in it calmly then looked to Maxwell with the most angelic smile she had.

" Father Maxwell...I hope you haven't forgot this morning. You know, when you made that smart ass remark and tried stealing my breakfast? I hope for your sakes you DIDN'T forget!"

She got up, her coat ruffling with the speed of her agitation. She went off to buy her own meal since she knew Maxwell was being a jack ass to her. Maxwell's fun was gone when Skey said that to him. Everyday that girl was becoming bolder with her words and becoming even more disrespecting towards him. He will never treat her like a grown woman until she stopped being a child. And even that was take a miracle to work out. But he had one good thing to say about her. The girl had a lot of guts. It was only the matter of how she could control that bravery. And use it on vampires, not him!

Skey got her own order and headed back to them. She had a lot of time to think about how she was going to handle this. One, she would ask Anderson for more intense training. Two, she would then read every book he had about exorcism and such. Then third, she would set out to find that vampire herself and put a stop to him. It wasn't a public threat in her eyes. It was something personal. Therefore, only she could be allowed to handle it herself. She wouldn't need Anderson's help, Iscariot's help or Hellsing's help. Shey sat down by Anderson and took out a double cheeseburger to eat.

Plane. 2:45 P.M.

This time Skey got the window seat like Anderson promised to her. It was first class as usual. This time Anderson sat in the middle. He knew if Maxwell made a smart remark or something about Skey, she was in no mood to endure it like she usually did. It surprised him though that Maxwell didn't threaten to kick her out for punching him. Maybe it was he knew Anderson wouldn't stand for it...which was the only reason applaudible. The plane was just finding its level in the air above the storm. Skey was pressed against the side of the plane, peering down at the puffy clouds but most of all, she was enjoying the sunshine. Maxwell was on his cellphone talking to one of the paladins, possibly Heinkel. Lately, Heinkel had been acting very bitter towards Skey but mainly him. He couldn't put a finger on it either. As he glanced over to Skey who stilled stayed pressed against the plane's wall, he could tel she was in her own little world of thoughts. But he knew now this world was different from the gloomy one she always dreamed of or always spaced out and put on that heartbreaking sadness. This world was making her smile and he wouldn't dare to disturb it for anything. The cellphone was turned off and a burdened sigh came from Maxwell. It indicated a problem but just a little one. If there had been a serious problem, he wouldn't care for the others on the plane. He'd vent and speak loudly.

" Is there ae kind O' trouble, Maxwell?"

" Heinkel says there's a problem occurring. The surge of vampiric activity in Rome keeps rising. It's becoming nearly untamable and powerfully overwhleming. It would look we need to do two things. Recruit more agents and take on more night jobs. Also, we need a team to try tracking the location of this host vampire. Even if it means capturing a vampire and beating the hell out of it until it complies."

" (grins) Ah see. Weel then, It's sounds like we agents may jus get ae wee bit O' fun yet..."

Skey's concentration was directed to the men's conversation. She felt she should tell Anderson about what she saw last night. But she wanted to try figuring this problem out her own way. She leaned back in her seat and wiggled some to get comfortable. Once she was she shut her eyes but didn't go to sleep. She feared going back to sleep. But she listened to their conversation about how they would find this vampire. They even talked about moving the armies to the borders of Europe and Asia. It would have seemed Hellsing was already moving units to specific spots to sniff out the vampire responsible for this panic. Skey knew what they would do. Both Integra and Maxwell would send units to certain major cities, the units set up a headquarters in each city then have them all connected to one another then connected to the Hellsong manor and to the Vatican itself. Any reports of the vampire's sighting would be on the lines A.S.A.P. to track its movements to where it would be heading. It was clever, but Skey felt that Malakai was even cleverer. He wouldn't be so stupid to fall for such poor security. The only fault was she knew why he wanted her...but she didn't know why he was commencing this whole surge of vampires. Why now? If he was indeed ancient as Maxwell and Integra say, then why out of all the time in his life did he choose this specific time?

" Skey?...Wake up noo, lass..."

Skey faked being asleep so Anderson would quit bugging her. She had major thinking to do and she didn't want to be interrupted even by him. She had to rerun all her moves in her mind, perfect them, find their weaknesses, she had to think of every thing she could use as a powerful weapon against Malakai, and she had to train her mind to not be distracted. Boy, that was the hardest one.

"Well?"

" Nae use...she's asleep. Let her be, Maxwell. Wi' the work we'll be daun, we'll both need the rest."

Both men ceased talking which made Skey happy. Now she could concentrate.

Rome Airport. 6:00 P.M.

The plane landed in Rome on time. The tailends of the storm was there, some scattered dark clouds but besides that there was a clear view of the sun starting to set. All three got off the plane and found Yumie and Heinkel waiting for them. Yumie greeted all three warmly, but Heinkel remained a bit emotionless about their arrival. Especially about Skey being there. Both Skey and Anderson could see the dagger eyes behind those shades. They got to the car and started on their way back to the Vatican. Yumie handed Maxwell a manila folder with highly confidental contents. He skimmed through him as she explained them all.

" Well, these are the reports we've gathered of every confirmed kill. There's over a hundred right there. The spottings are flooding in, Father Maxwell! And we're all having a hard time keeping up with them. Some of the agents killed so many in just one night...what's happening?"

Maxwell didn't answer her. He was too busy frowning over these reports and wondering what in hell he had to do about the inflating population of vampires in Rome. Anderson stayed silent but Skey knew good an well he was soaking up all the information he could about this. Even Skey did. She knew Maxwell would be sending her out too. Right now, they needed all the agents out there cutting down these vampires. Not one agent could be spared to rest the nights when so many enemies were lurking. It all meant they would have to revert their sleeping orders. Sleeping in the daytime, then waking at night until morning mass then they would rest again. Skey hated the thought to have to sleep all day like some damned vampire would.

"Anderson. I want you to take Skey on a few hunts. Like I said before, I'm going to start teaming up the agents. I can't risk misjudging these vampires' strengths from their host. You don't mind, do you?"

" O' course nae."

Skey actually delighted in this. It would give her more time to train and strengthen herself up. And maybe to learn something else from her teacher. After all she would need it if she was considering going after Malakai herself. Yumie smiled and sat by Skey with genuinity.

" Glad to have you back, Skey."

Skey chuckled. Yumie had to be aware most of Iscariot didn't like her. What was there to be glad about her being back now? Most were probably moaning and groaning to know the loud mouth 'child' was back.

" Well, if you say so, Yumie."