Order 26: Hidden Agendas

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.

Authors Note: Sorry for the delay in this chapter. School's draining the life out of me. By the way I'd like to ask for some more reviews.

Devarious walked into the basement of the Paranormal Division to answer the summons of Robert had given. It had had something to do with getting some new weapons. Devarious really didn't care. Going back to Britain was starting to excite him greatly. The chance to get back at the Vampire was a dream come true. True he had been mentally broken before the rescue had occurred, but his wolf side had taken care of that. It now cried for blood, sending waves of strength into him. It was not human strength that flooded into him, however. Nor was it the Vampiric strength that flooded beings such as Alucard. No, this strength was something completely different. It was a far more primal power, that none but one such as Devarious could truly harness. Even though the wolf was now fully under control, Devarious did not wish to use the form unless necessary. It was not fear, but pride which stopped him. Why should he use such power against opponents who did not require it? Why should he, who was over fifty times stronger than most of his opponents, use more than was required to get the job done? Then, another question hit him. Why should he be forced to fight such small fries at all?

The answer, of course, was that he was not yet fully developed. Oh, he was stronger than most living things, but he still wasn't fully grown. Few would have guessed it, but a Mavrial Breed of Werewolf should never have been able to move the way he did at his stage.

"Good, you're finally here. It took you long enough." Robert's voice cut through Devarious's chain of thought like a steel sword through silk.

"Well, I was in the infirmary for a while, and I haven't been here for over two months. It's difficult to remember the changes that the Labyrinth undergoes when you don't have to."

Robert nodded in agreement. The Labyrinth was the nickname given the sublevels of the P.D. Headquarters. It was designed by the original founders of the Paranormal Division to be where the most important parts work was conducted. It was designed to shift its walls around every day to keep an enemy who tried to come in off balance. What it also did was give operatives like Devarious and Julia headaches.

"In any case let's get this over with. As you know, I called you down here to outfit you with a new arsenal. This one is of custom design, however, so do be careful with it. That means that you cannot crush these because of your temper. They took over a lot of work to perfect."

Robert then proceeded to take out three cases. They each had silver on them. He started by opening up the medium sized one. Inside was a long black broad sword. Robert took it out and said, "I call this Shadow Bane. It's my greatest masterpiece yet. So if you lose I will kill you. It took a great deal of Night Metal to make this. Since it's not silver it won't harm you. So unless you break it, for witch I will kill you, using it won't hurt."

Devarious stared at Robert. Why was the man so annoying judgmental. He took the sword gratefully however. Robert then pulled out a large handgun. It was practically all black and had the word Selena Etched into it. "This is the Moon Chariot. It fires Mercury Charged bullets that are custom designed for it, as well as experimental bullets that are designed to paralyze rather than kill. You'll find it very useful. And now onto the third thing I need to give you..."

Corvine walked through the ancient tombs of the Mortalico Temples. These dreary rooms witch were filled with the dead brought back a great deal of memories. However, he was not in any way here to reminisce. It was truly important that he stop these foolish little deities from destroying his mater's plans...

Alucard sat smiling coldly in his room, sipping B- blood, aged thirty years. He had managed to cool off. With Havoc and Shivaren both trying to manipulate him mentally he had almost been overloaded, and had nearly given way to his emotions, but now he was back to his old self.

A cold, dark laugh erupted out of him. His two foes would die soon. They would die and he would impale them just like Incognito. Then he went blank.

Vlad stood with Deloc beside their mistress Merceradora. She was wearing a large black high-necked dress. Their mistress was always so prim about everything so cowardly.

Vlad was suddenly in a whirlwind of pain and torment. "That's what you get for thinking about me in a way that displeases me Vlad."

Vlad grinded his fanged teethe. Damn that woman, he thought. He would kill her someday.

Alucard snapped back into reality.

Havoc stared at Integra Wingates Hellsing. He might have killed her if not for the fact that it would damage Alucard. He laughed. It was a cold, merciless laugh. Soon he would find what was required to free Alucard from this little wench who dared to call his race pathetic. He would enjoy seeing her and her country burnt to the ground. And after they would pay. The ones who had grafted the chains that still burned him would pay dearly. He had his plans laid out now. Not to complex of course. If they were too complex they would fail, but he was ready to use his palette of paint to create a picture of vengeance that was perfect.

Shivaren stared at the map of London he had ordered his servants to hang up. There were red dots all over signifying where his little gifts would turn up on Valentine's Day.

Author's Note: Now that I've finally completed this chapter, I'd like to say that I thought there would be some more action in this chapter, but I don't feel that this is the right time for that. I'm pretty sure that there might be some important events coming up soon, however.