The man who was found at the site had given all of the information that he was in possession during his interrogation. It helps quicken the process of getting into a good portion of the computers and files on them, given that he new a few passwords. He told HELLSING about some of the atrocious things done to people at the facility, all the while insisting that he wasn't directly a part of it. His refusal to meet the interviewer's gaze suggested otherwise.
He couldn't tell HELLSING the first name of the leader of Belmont. The workers at the facility only knew the boss as "Mister Belmont." He described his voice as sounding a bit older. The guess was that Mister Belmont was between the ages of fifty or sixty. Unfortunately, there was nothing more he could offer.
It was cruel what happened to this scientist after HELLSING had taken all that they could from him. It was far too cruel. While freedom was never promised, it was implied, making the man's disposal all that more crushing to him. HELLSING and the Round Table Conference was not above executing humans. They had done it many times in the past. It was indeed rare that one took place at the usual spot for executing captured supernaturals that were far too dangerous to keep, or those of Gehenna who were sentenced to death. Yet, the scientist was led out there. He had to be physically tugged along as he couldn't see through his tears.
"I'm sorry!" he wailed. "Please don't! You can't! I'm human!"
"You lost the right to call yourself that when you started kidnapping and torturing people." said one of the escorting soldiers to him. There was no pity to be spared on him, yet they did offer polite courtesy.
"Would you like a blindfold?" he was asked, but he could not answer due to fear. He was completely frozen and speechless. This was happening. This was really happening. It was a given, however. He was a dangerous person in addition to knowing the reality of the world around them. Most of all, however, they couldn't let him run off and contact Belmont that they had captured the base. This man wasn't like the kids in the woods who could be given a quick scare and a threat to keep quiet. No, there was something evil about this person. Yet, he was given the blindfold anyway so that he would not see what was coming, despite them shoving him to his knees.
Placing the barrel of a gun to the back of his head, there was a pause before the shot rang out. In an instant, what was once here was gone. Now, he was nothing more than blood rations for the vampires of the supernatural towns as the plastic funnel he fell on top of helped him drain into a bucket. Yes, he was killed, but what was left behind wouldn't be wasted.
The others who were captured were subtlety informed of his death as encouragement to not talk. "He said that he was going to report back to Belmont." That was a lie, but it was an effective one. That said, even though the teens were released, they were under heavy surveillance from then until Belmont was gone. Alas, they weren't there just yet. They still had to figure out who Belmont is.
The computer files didn't say anything about him. They talked about the test subjects for their experiments- who they were, what they were, where they were abducted or taken from, and what sort of experiments would be performed on them. Each of the survivors was found in this database amoung a sea of missing persons. The experiments themselves were detailed here, although it could be assumed that some of the more damning details were willfully withheld.
Only one had blatantly vital information missing. It was Martyr. Just as Rue had said, her real name was not listed, nor was the location in which she was acquired. Only her codename and number were listed. The rest was similar information to the rest, only it would seem that she bore the brunt of a lot of it. The frequency in which her brain was prodded at was horrific, at best. Upon seeing this, the medical staff at HELLSING was astonished that she was still conscious and coherent. On a lighter note, it gave them more insight on how to treat her. An aversion to needles was slightly more difficult, however, than a phobia of blue latex gloves.
They started by putting her in a non-hosipitalised room that didn't smell like medicine and wasn't white from floor to ceiling. It looked like a non-threatening, ordinary room, which she responded well to. She was given regular visits by both medical and psychological therapists and was responding well to both. She still spoke in riddles, however, and it was sometimes difficult to understand her.
The others were doing well, too, considering the ridiculously short time since their escape. It had only been a few days, so it couldn't be expected that they would be cured or be making ridiculous amounts of progress already. Some where faring better than others. Some just wanted to get out and move on with their lives as soon as possible. While some in that group admitted that they still needed to see the therapist, others wanted to muscle their own way through their problems and proved to be the more difficult ones to work with.
Regardless, HELLSING's mission to gather intelligence had proven successful. They knew what Belmont was doing and it was enough to produce several theories. They also knew who worked at the facility, so any workers who escaped could be tracked down with ease. There was no escaping HELLSING's grasp. Their primary objective was finding out who was running the show, which led Ciel to his next mission.
As it turns out, there just-so-happened to be a "Mister Belmont" on the board at Funtom and he just-so-happened to be roughly fifty to sixty years old. He certainly fit the description, so Ciel handed off the information he had on him thus far to HELLSING. This included both personal and professional phone numbers, e-mail addresses, mailing addresses, and physical addresses, along with what he knew about the family. Unfortunately, the latter wasn't that much. He knew he had a wife, but he didn't know about any children and he didn't know how his home life was, which was unusual. That, however, made him all the more suspicious. It was a delicate situation, however, one that needed to be discussed in length with Sir Integra.
You, see, Funtom has stayed in the possession of the Phantomhive family for hundreds of years. The threat of it being bought out from underneath him was present on multiple occasions, and every time, he avoided it. He did this by spying on his own employees, sometimes pitting them against each other. He already had several rats on the board so that when it was time for the annual firing of all of them before they could steal from him, they were safe. As soon as someone suggested a buy-out, one would alert the Phantomhive and the traitor would be fired from his position immediately. Sometimes, he would call a meeting deliberately to fire all of them at once. Sometimes, he would bewitch them at these meetings so that they would not only lose all hope of taking his company away, but also quit on their own accord. Sometimes, good, old-fashioned, blackmail was used, but regardless of the method, Ciel always got results.
This time, he would see what Belmont is doing first and be careful about firing him. Integra wanted Ciel to keep him on the board and offered to assist him in keeping his company if necessary. That was a last resort that the man did not want to be forced to use. If that were to happen, then Integra would technically have partial ownership of his company! While he doubted that she would do anything with it, it was better to be safe than sorry.
The board meeting was set to take place in two days. Before then, Ciel would need to decide what his primary plan and backup plan was in addition to all of the precautionary measures that he had already put in place. He had limited the amount of contact they had with investors and other financial powers in the context of working there and placed restraints on what they are and aren't allowed to do without his permission, all without them knowing. Fortunately for him, most of them had assumed that they could trust him and signed their contracts without realizing that he would indeed take advantage of the clause that indicates that he can make changes without their knowledge. It was a bad idea to assume that a rich and powerful man like Ciel Phantomhive would play nicely just because he was the CEO of a toy and game company. There was no room to get upset, either. Everything Ciel was doing was perfectly legal and fair.
The plan was made and Ciel went to bed. He snuggled up to his husband like usual and focused on enjoying the moment rather than dreading having to get up and work in the morning. All the while, he was blissfully unaware that this would be the least of his worries in the very near future.
