Order 25: Dark Conspiracies

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Corvine stood surveying assembly of Millennium's new Main Base of Operations in London. The move had been a smooth one. None of the enemies' agents had found them. This castle(known as the Castle of Torment to some and the Gateway of Evil to others) was the perfect place to hide. No one would dare enter the place where such evil had been committed. For so powerful was the evil that the spirits of the perpetrators and the victims still remained, desperate for revenge or more pleasure.
One of the men whom his master insisted he keep around came to him. "There's someone who wants to talk to you over the phone."
"Well hand it over you buffoon. This isn't a classroom. You do have normal intelligence, don't you?"
He didn't even look at the man. He just held out his hand. The man gave him the phone then ran off. Corvine took the phone and placed it at his ear. "Hello, this Corvine."
"Corvine, I'm recalling you."
Corvine was surprised to hear his master. Usually, he just sent telepathic messages back and forth with him. He replied, "Sir, with all do respect, that is not highly advisable. I'm almost ready to implement the final phase of my plan. If you can give me a few days, then I can-"
"That's not the problem Corvine. If it were within my control I'd keep you right there. However, I don't have a choice right now. I cannot explain anything over the phone, but suffice to say I need you to get over here fast."
"Yes, sir. I'm coming."
With that Corvine teleported out of the castle and into the true Main base of operations for Millennium.

Shivaren stepped out of the corner he had been standing in, a smug smile on his face. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. Now it was his turn to take charge...

Blood dripped from the ceiling of the house that the Mad Hatter lived in. No, he was not the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. The one who had wrote that book had nothing to do with this madman. This madman was a vampire, but of course. He was not, however, your average vampire. Decked out in a top hat and dark cloak Jack the Mad Hatter, as the vampires called him, was obsessed with one thing; torment. He loved to kill, but he loved to make those he killed suffer even more.
If there was thing that Jack knew it was murder. He had gotten away with it for hundreds of years. The trick was to never let those vampire hunters know it was a vampire. Don't use your fangs. Use a knife, or a pipe, or something that will not lead groups such as Iscariot or Hellsing to suspect the work of a vampire. That was the trick. That and making sure that the victims kept quiet. Jack had made quite a name for himself in London (back in the days when he was known as the Ripper to humans and vampires.)
Of course, Jack knew more than just murder. He was a master of the art of torture, and could make tranquilizers just strong enough to keep the victims from struggling. It was, for him, a philosophy. He would never stop.
The phone next to him rang. He picked it up. "Hello."
"Hello Jack."
"Ah, Shivaren, it is good to hear from you again."
With that the two began to talk most diligently, going off into rants about their work every few minutes and getting back onto topic after a few minutes. Their discussion involved the one thing they both loved; torture.

"Are you sure it is wise to do this, master?" Sophie asked.
Shivaren stared at his young fledgling. She was around fifty years of age. True, no one would have guessed, due to time not touching her anymore. One such as Alucard would have offered her blood by now, but Shivaren would not. She was the only one he trusted, and he would not set her free.
"You worry too much Sophie. Everything is going to work out perfectly."
"But if you fail, they'll send you back to-"
He cut her off with a hand gesture, and said first sane thing he had ever said in fifty years. "I have no intentions of returning there Sophie. If this fails, I will not be in the realm of the living any longer."

Shouts echoed throughout the offices of the American Paranormal Division. "How could you even think about sending him out alone and to Britain none the less? They may have a great organization to deal with the undead, but they're also overloaded with those artificial vampires. He's not even fully grown you bastard."
Masterson sat staring at Julia Calvin. She was a tall young woman with brown hair and green eyes. Her hair was braded and fell to the middle of her back. She wore glasses over her eyes and had a camouflage style t-shirt and pants on, as well as dog tags around her neck. She had grown very protective of Devarious over the past few years; acting as a mother towards him.
"There are certain times when one must take a risk Julia." Masterson said flatly. "Devarious needed to be tested in a real world environment."
Julia looked like she was at the point of tears. "You jerk! He's a person, not some animal you can just use as a weapon. He's a living creature. You nearly killed him!"
That was the match that lit the blazing fire that was James Ryan Masterson's temper.
"He's a werewolf, in case you've forgotten!!!!" Masterson bellowed. His face and eyes were on fire. "That alone allows me to say what he can and can't do!! Now get out of my office!!"
Julia stood still for a few moments, defiant. She then walked out slowly. Masterson then turned towards Robert, his personal assistant and advisor. He was a man of medium height and average weight. He had short black hair and brown eyes, witch he wore glasses over. He wore a suit with a blue tie and gray coat, as well as black pants and a white shirt. His hands had white gloves over them. If one were to take off the right glove they would see two wings tattooed on it. Those wings were the symbol of an Angel of the Battlefield, a member of a group of elite Special Forces soldiers from World War II. It was a shame that the Angels of the Battlefield were dying out. Only two remained. The first was Walter C. Dalnaes, the Angel of Death. The second was Robert M. Delmond, the Angel of War. These two, however, were the strongest and most important members. It would be a shame when they departed from the world of the living. For this would signal the end of an era where men fought monsters themselves. Of course, that era was already over. It had started when Abraham Van Hellsing had captured Alucard. Before that no one had ever thought to use a monster to kill a monster. The second stroke came when death took out the Angels of the Battlefield one by one. Now the Paranormal Division was finally starting to begin its own program of using the tactics that Iscariot and Hellsing had already mastered.
"Is there something wrong sir?" Robert asked politely.
"I'm just wondering if we're going in the right direction. The moment one of our programs makes a breakthrough, there's no turning back."
"If you want my advice, sir, it is this. Don't constantly question your judgment. You must be firm in your decisions, but listen to what other people say. I know that Julia went a little too far; bursting into your office and accusing you like that, but she did have a point. The boy did nearly get killed."
"I know, Robert, but I thought that his above average strength would be enough. Would you mind sending my apologies to him?"
"Yes, I will, sir, but why not send them yourself?"
"Because he's still a trainee. Policy says that only a full fledged soldier may speak with the Head of the U.S. Paranormal Division. By the way, how is his recovery coming?"
"As you know he was in critical condition when the chopper brought him in. In addition to the multiple wounds he suffered the suicide mechanism all werewolves have. Through the use of special enzymes and some surgery he's now going to make a smooth recovery."
"Robert, I'd like you to outfit him with some new weaponry, the custom type. Also, please tell Julia that she, Devarious, Maelstrom, and Pip are shipping out to Britain to assist the Hellsing Organization."
Robert had a look of surprise on his face. "Are you sure we can trust Pip? He is a Dog of War, after all."
"We can trust him. He may be buyable, but remember he's also the only way that Hellsing can hire the majority of her reinforcements. Without Pip, there's no way they'd trust her at all. He's necessary and he's a damn good fighter to boot."

Julia sat at Devarious's bedside. He was still in pretty bad condition. His body was bruised and some of his bones were still broken.
"Hey, how's it going Julia?"
Julia turned to see Devarious awake and looking at her. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
"No."
"So how did this happen to you?"
"It was the devil."
"What?!"
"He was merciless, Julia. The more damage he inflicted the happier he became. And his eyes. Oh the eyes. Looking into them was like looking into the purest form of evil."
She noticed that he was panting heavily. He might have been on the right road to recovering physically, but he was devastated psychologically.
She turned to walk out and saw Robert standing in the corner. "How long have you been there, Robert?"
"Long enough."
"So, are you here to spy on me for Masterson?"
"Actually, no. And besides, I don't need that to know that he's been mentally scarred."
"What do you mean?"
"Many of those attending to him have heard him mumbling in his sleep. The words tend to revolve around him begging someone to stop. The diagnosis is quite simple: torture."
"What would they want out of him?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He looked at her and sighed. "The power of the werewolves, of course. If you can remember correctly, only a few sightings have ever been made. There aren't that many of them left in this world, and trust me, those that are alive are not going to go around wearing billboards. They needed to break him. That's not the reason I'm here, however."
"Then why are you here?"
"To inform you that you, Devarious, Maelstrom, and Pip are going to London to assist the Hellsing Organization. Don't ask me why. You know full well that we must help, especially if it's true that Nazis are involved. Anyway, I have some new weapons for you."
"Are you going to inform Maelstrom and Pip?"
"Pip's already been informed, and knowing Maelstrom, he probably knows already too."
With that she followed him into the first level of the basement, where he created weapons for operatives of the Paranormal Division. When they got there he took out three cases. They were all lined with silver on the edges. The first one was large and looked somewhat heavy to Julia. The second was slightly smaller, and the third was small enough to fit in her pocket.
Robert opened the large one first. Inside was a large sniper rifle. It was made out of black metal.
"This is the Artemis Sniper Rifle. It fires clips rather than single bullets and it can be used in night vision mode. More to the point, it will not make a single sound when fired. The bullets are silver, of course, but unlike your last rifle they are custom designed. Now let's get to the next one."
He opened the next box. Inside was a large shot gun. Holding it up he said, "This is the Helios Shotgun. It can hold up to two shots at a time. It fires two types of bullets. The first are explosive silver bullets. The second, however, are experimental new bullets. These bullets contain a combination of silver nitrate and mercury inside of them. They are designed to inject into the targets blood stream. The desired result is that this mixture enters the heart and will kill the vampire."
"Do you think it will work?"
"Maybe, but I wouldn't use it unless you were desperate."
He then turned to the third box. Inside was a pair of sunglasses. "These are designed to protect you eyes from being damaged again."
With that she took her new weapons and left. The glasses would be especially important...

Author's Note: Please tell me what you think about this chapter. Sorry if you were hoping to see what was happening in the Hellsing Organization, but I thought that it was important for the Paranormal Division to have a little bit of an introduction, seeing as they are going to be involved pretty soon. Anyone who's read the manga will know who Pip is.