Many of the candidates for policework wanted to go home. Training was rough, and so were the classes and lectures that they were required to attend. Doctor Tunstell was tough when it came to the art of deduction. Some of the group actually found his classes more difficult that the physical training!

The Watchdog was hard on them. Like during his college courses, he wasn't about to let sub-par officers and detectives get the job. If he was going to make these supernaturals into police officers, he was going to make them decent ones. Quality was everything. The mental exercises he made them undergo and the memorization of facts and tips on how to solve cases nearly had some of the group pulling their hair out.

He wasn't the only one who was tough, however. Agent Seras Victoria, who was basically the right hand of Sir Hellsing herself, was indeed a former police officer before she became a vampire while on duty. She instructed them in hand-to-hand combat and basic police duties, as well as equipment. It got to the point where only other vampires could volunteer to help her demonstrate various police holds and grapples due to the woman's obscene strength and accidental roughness. Some of them even gave up and went home. Occasionally, the Lion would stop by to put in his two cents.

"You're all Gehenna's first line of defense." He would say. "Tunstell may be a hardass, but he knows what he's doing. We want you to be the best. The community will be looking up to you, after all!"

His words cheered them up a bit, but cramming was still difficult. They had to learn how to solve cases, investigate, and enforce the law. They were trained in firearms as well as hand-to-hand combat. The Gehenna Police Department staff was on their way, as well as the building itself.

While they were undergoing instruction, the building that the residents had set aside for the possibility of having a police department was currently being refurbished and repurposed. There were offices, interrogation rooms, archival rooms, and holding cells designed to house even the roughest of supernaturals by ways of magic. They even brought in H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.'s resident magic expert in for the occasion.

Break rooms were made and so were bathrooms. Walls, floors, and stairs were fixed, tiled, and painted. The city insignia made its way into multiple locations within the building, as was appropriate. A flag pole was erected out front and they hung the Gehenna flag, and, with great reluctance, a Union Jack as well. While residents weren't too fond of or loyal to the crown, they were still under British rule.

It annoyed the police to have to fly that banner. Britain hadn't done much for them. In fact, it was H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. who annihilated them on the crown's behalf. Nevertheless, they persisted onward for the sake of Gehenna. They sweat, the bled, they wracked their brains in order to have this position. At one point, it seemed as though it were part of the test to see who was actually willing to persevere to the end. When they were worn out from running, they would imagine sitting in their air-conditioned police station and helping people with the strength and knowledge that they did gain.

The police station was equipped with a couple of cars, a truck, and several dozen bicycles, all painted to match. The graphic design department was to thank for the simplification of the lion logo, and the overall look of it everything. That is except for the last thing to be designed, of course. Police uniforms. Those were left to a professional who actually knew a thing or two about clothes.

Now, Kristopherson was surprised when he got the call from the demonic duo, and even more so at their request. So that's what they have been up to for the past few months. Honestly, he couldn't quite fathom what on earth he was getting into, but he would make an attempt after some clarification.

"So, you want me to just design some uniforms, yeah?" Kristopherson asked, rubbing his chin as he looked to the two demons with a bit of concern. "No like, supernatural missions or anything?"

"Nope. You're just designing some police uniforms." Alois confirmed. "You don't even have to set foot in the place. Just design a couple of outfits."

"Somehow, I doubt that…" the faux-blonde stated. "Something always happens."

"I swear to Satan that nothing will happen. Promise~!" insisted the menace. "Besides, you're being commissioned by the government itself, so the pay ain't bad."

"True…" Kristopherson replied. Leaning back in his chair, he let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I'll come up with something. Just… no weird supernatural shit, okay?"

"Thank you, kindly, Pinkie McKittenbeard~!" Alois answered as he began listing off things on his fingers. "We need summer and winter uniforms. Fall, too, maybe? Just enough versions so they don't keel over from heat or freeze to death… or… whatever the undead do when they get really cold..."

"Got it. Any ideas?" the Miles gentleman questioned. "Can I have a sample of one of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.'s uniforms for reference? Just a picture will do…"

"Right. We thought you'd ask that, so we brought both a regular combat uniform a supernatural uniform, and a vampiric uniform with us." Stated the menace, digging in his bag. He pulled out one uniform, neatly folded and wrapped in plastic, before handing it to his friend. He repeated the process twice more until Kristopherson had three packages on his desk.

"Hey, Dan, can you hand me the scissors?" he asked, reaching out to the Westley gentleman while he was sitting and minding his own business. The brunet perked up a bit at hearing his name, and shuffled to his feet.

"Fine…" grumbled Daniel. "Why do I always have to be your like, what's the word? The person who hands over tools?"

"A handmaiden." Jested the Macken with a horrid glint in his eye as he grinned at the man.

"Go suck a fuck, Trancy…" the Westley said.

"Exactly how does one suck a fuck, Dan?"

"I'm pretty sure you know the best out of anybody here, mate."

"So, are you wanting tips, or…?"

"Shuddup, Trancy!"

"Oh, I missed you so much." Grinned Alois as his friend completed his task. "But seriously, though…"

"Still not there yet." Kristopherson interrupted, cutting open the plastic packages. "Even if we were, it's none of your business."

"Oh, so have you two been fraternizing while we were busy, then~?" questioned the menace, causing the faux-blonde to laugh.

"Tell 'im, Dan." He said, knowing that the brunet was wearing a nasty frown at the instruction.

"Fuck off." The Westley spat, piquing the interest of the two demons.

"What happened?"

"Well, you know how he hasn't talked to Ana since graduation, right?" questioned Kristopherson.

"Yeah?"

"And you know how I refused to go out with him until he broke up with her, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I call her up to check in on things at home and she's got a new boyfriend." Chuckled the Miles gentleman.

"Seriously?!" grinned Alois. "Wow, tough luck, mate."

"Oh, it gets better." Continued the faux-blonde. "You know who she's dating?"

"Who?"

"Lawrence Rose."

"The fucking rose actor?!" cackled the Macken, leaning back in his chair. "Oh man, that is rough luck!"

"Shut up!" barked Daniel, his cheeks slightly pink. His flatmate did not, however, and continued.

"That's what you get for not talking to her in months." He said. "She just figured you were over, and found someone who will actually pay attention to her."

"Gah!"

"Hey, at least you're free now, Danny-boy." Alois teased. "Does she know you're super-gay yet?"

"She figured that, too." Kristopherson informed.

"Girls suck!" complained Daniel, crossing his arms as he plopped down in his seat.

"Boys can, too." Mischievously jested the menace. "But seriously, what did you expect after ignoring her for so long? Did you really think she'd wait on you? I'd be pissed off, too! Not to mention, it's kind of rude to complain about it when you weren't really interested in her."

"The ego is a delicate thing." Ciel chimed in before looking up at Kristopherson. "So, any ideas?"

"I assume this green thing is the ordinary combat uniform. It's boring." The Miles gentleman said, pushing it off to the side. "I don't think I'll be using much of that. These other ones are interesting, though. I like the cut. This yellow is horrible, though. I'm kind of offended by it."

"Same." Alois stated. "So, whatcha think?"

"I'm thinking a cut similar to this one, but in… blue? Keep with a primary colour scheme in relation to the others?" speculated Kristopherson. "Gimme a day or so, and I'll have you some designs."

"Much appreciated." The bluenette said. "If you have any specifications for materials, please make notes."

"No problem. Good luck with Halloweentown."