Disclaimer: This again?
Authors Note: I see that I got the chapter number on the last update wrong – but I can't seem to edit it, so we'll just pretend I didn't muck it up and keeping going. (Sort of like the conversation last chapter) This one is very short.
Chapter 20
His lungs were on fire from running so fast, but he kept going. He didn't know how fast those things were and he was determined that he wasn't going to end up like the rest of his squad.
* How did a routine check turn into this shit-show? * He cursed silently as he ran.
Passing a large area of trees, he decided that he had gotten far enough away to stop and call in some back-up. Thankfully he had listened to his sergeant and instead of radioing into the dispatch office, he yanked out his cell phone and starting frantically scrolling through his contacts.
* What was the name, the name * he thought frantically, terror causing his memory to temporarily fail. * Ah, Hellsing.*
He hit dial and kept the phone pressed to his ear as he kept his gun trained on the dark shadows surrounding him. A sudden click and he was connected. Frantically he relayed as much information as his could, but in his panic, he had stopped paying attention to his surrounds and didn't see the grey leathery fingers reaching for him from behind.
"I say again, a massive infestation of, urk!"
Communications officers Horne listened in horror as the voice cut off mid sentence and was replaced by a gurgle and then a horrifying sound of flesh being consumed. Forcing down his revulsion, he quickly got Major Ferguson on the line and replayed the conversation to him.
"Alright Horne." Came the gravelly voice of his commander. "I want a recon helicopter in the air in five minutes; also, get me floor plans for this hospital as well as urban maps of the surrounding areas."
It only took a few minutes for the information department to send him the maps that he wanted. Studying them, he felt his heart sink as he realised the extent of what they were about to go up against. He was already formulating a strategy when the feed from the aerial recon unit came through, confirming his previous thoughts. He picked up the red phone.
"Sir Integra."
"Ferguson"
"I imagine that Walter has already brought you the preliminary reports of the incident that I'm calling about."
"I'm looking at it now, it doesn't look promising." She admitted bleakly. "What do you need?"
"I need authorisation to mobilise the troops, and get some special equipment sent out."
"How many troops?"
For the first time since she had known him, Sir Integra heard Major Ferguson hesitate. Then the rough voice that she was used to came back with a reply.
"All of them."