The HELLSING organisation was more than aware of one of the locations that victims of the Belmont organisation were brought to and started to make plans to stake the place out. It was going to be difficult, given their unique ability. Any agent who is accidentally seen cannot simply lie themselves out of it. If they are seen and told to put down their weapons and to come back and tell all of their secrets, they will. Even if they do not wish to. Even if they were model agents. It was dangerous to send people out there. So far, what had been settled on was the dispatching of commissioned workers- i.e. workers who are not part of the organisation, know nothing of it, and believe themselves to be working for someone else entirely- to set up security cameras around the large storage unit that Baldassare described. So far, they did in fact pick up footage of people being brought there, but no one knew how to proceed.

Richard Belmont was also presented with the information that HELLSING uncovered and asked him to tell them more. He resisted, choosing to remain silent instead. Still, it was too early to give up on him. They started digging around for something that would work as an incentive, and it was discovered that a mistake was made. They failed to look into his familial ties, which was basic for any investigation. Jokes were made about the person who fumbled the Pyestock operation being transferred to investigations, but humour didn't prepare them for what was found. Mister Belmont had a wife, now deceased, but he also had children. He had a son and a daughter, both brought forth revelations that were interesting, concerning, or both.

There was little information on the daughter other than her existing. There were records of her birth and of her being in school, only to seemingly drop off the face of the earth for unknown reasons. There was no missing persons reports with the name "Belmont" on them to be found. The son was a Warwick alumni who had graduated before the demonic duo's time and was currently enrolled in college. Naturally, surveillance on his home was put in place at a safe distance as the organisation kept a sharp eye open for anything unusual or suspicious.

The daughter, although she was missing, could be ruled out as Baldassare described the person who spoke to him as being an adult male in a skull mask. While the brother was a suspect, the HELLSING organisation made sure to keep searching for other alternatives. Meanwhile, the research department was working tirelessly to come up with a way for soldiers to take care of the threat without being at risk to psychic attacks.

"That fucking bitch!" shouted Dafydd upon entering the research lab. He slammed his clipboard down on one of the tables and plopped down in a nearby chair in a huff. He folded his arms with a rather nasty look on his face, exaggerating it in hopes that someone would notice and ask him what is the matter.

With a sigh, Miranda gave him the response he wanted. "So did things not go well with Martyr?" she asked, lifting her glasses to rub her eyes.

"No! All she did was say some cryptic shit about blood and animals and then called me an oblivious wank!"

"Well..." began the woman, turning around in her chair to face him, "are you?"

"No!" barked the warlock. "I am done with psychics! The sooner we're done with them, the better!"

Saying nothing, Miranda simply turned back to her own work with a roll of her eyes, hoping to end the conversation. Alas, the man just kept talking. "What the hell does she know? How the hell can she know it."

"It's called 'being psychic,' Dafydd." spoke up Doctor Lovejoy, still peering into her microscope. "So what is the problem?"

"The problem is that she's looking into things that aren't her business! Who gives them the right to poke around in other people's heads?!" the man demanded.

"You could say the same about scientists..." Lovejoy replied before looking up. "But what is the actual issue?"

Somehow, Dafydd seemed taken aback by the directness of the question, despite obviously wanting to be asked that. He was looking for a more sympathetic tone, but received bluntness instead. "Well… I… She told me… Well, more like suggested..."

"Please hurry. My interest is fading."

"She made me feel like it's my fault Cameron dumped me!" the sorcerer blurted out. "How does she even know about that?!"

"Psychic. She's literally psychic." Miranda pointed out, focusing her attention primarily on the vial in her hand. She held it up to the light and rolled her chair over to Doctor Lovejoy. "Isn't this weirdly translucent?"

"Let me see..." the other woman said, taking the vial and doing the same. Both of them were completely ignoring Dafydd at this point. "It is! Is there enough of it to send the lab a sample?"

"I think so..."

"Why are you not concerned about this?" questioned the sorcerer. "They're able to make you do things and they're able to pry into your head… Why are you not weirded out?!"

"Dafydd, we work with a warlock with a bad attitude every day." spoke Miss Ackerman. "This isn't new."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You enchanted her pencils so that they would burn her when she picked them up." chimed in Lovejoy.

"Is it my fault that she can't take a joke?" inquired Dafydd.

"She couldn't do her work until she had something to write with and she had to go to the infirmary. We had to file an HR report."

"Wait, you were the one who did that?!" questioned the warlock. "It was just a prank! I wasn't allowed to set foot in here for weeks because I couldn't come near her."

"Dafydd, you complain about psychics abusing their powers, but you do the exact same thing!" huffed Miranda, finally turning around to look at him. "Your boyfriend probably dumped you because you use magic to show off and put people down!"

"What?!" barked the warlock, slamming his palms on the desk in front of him as he stood up. Brow furrowed, he faced Miranda, watching as she turned back around. "Hey! Look at me and say that again."

"Dafydd, get back to work." Scolded Doctor Lovejoy, hoping to encourage the confrontation to end.

"No, I want her to know! Just 'cause you're human, doesn't mean you can say whatever you want to me!" he scowled.

"And I want you to know that just because you're a sorcerer, that doesn't mean you can use your magic to bully me!" defiantly retorted Miss Ackerman.

"It's not bullying, it's-"

"Both of you be quiet! You're causing a scene!" roared Lovejoy, stopping the other two in their tracks.

With this pause, they were able to look around at their coworkers, all who had stopped to stare at the two. Suddenly, Miranda bolted up from her seat and quickly began to gather her things. With that, she left, walking as swiftly as possible.

"Yeah, that's right!" Dafydd goaded. "Run away!" With that, he started to walk over to Miranda's desk. Reaching out, he attempted to pick up her pencils, only to receive a shock to his hand. "OW! What the fuck?!"

"Anti-magic runes." Lovejoy answered with a heavy sigh while going back to her own work. "She stayed behind one night and placed them on every single item in that desk."

Sure enough, she was right. Upon closer inspection, Dafydd could see them, as clear as day. Every folder, every individual pencil, and even the lamp on the desk had runes carefully drawn on them. It wasn't to get back at him, necessarily, but rather, to prevent him from further ruining her things.

She did not find Dafydd's jokes or pranks funny. She never did. She had told him to stop multiple times, but he kept at it, thinking somehow, he would eventually get different results. Unfortunately, it only caused her to dislike him more. While they worked together, Miranda and Dafydd were hardly what anyone could call "friends," despite the sorcerer's beliefs. Everyone in the department had known of the pranks for some time, but didn't know how to handle it. Some thought it wasn't that big of an issue like Dafydd did, but it was always hurtful to Miranda. Once again, she had had enough and needed to get away from him for a while.

Walking quickly down the hallway, she did her best to keep her eyes dry. She was a tough member of the HELLSING organisation. Surely, this was not the place for tears. Yet, they still threatened to fall and blurred her vision. That combined with the quickness of her movements, she couldn't quite judge the distance between her and an oncoming shape, causing her to clip it. Everything she had in her arms flew out and fell to the floor, save for the vial that was firmly secured in her fist.

"I'm so sorry!" she apologised immediately, crouching down carefully so that her skirt wouldn't expose her while she picked up her things.

"You're alright." answered the unfortunate person who was thrust into the middle of this. He crouched down to help her, allowing her to see when her eyes adjusted that he was in intel, given his uniform. Upon looking at his face, however, she realised the more important fact that is was someone she knew.

"Sorry, Audrey. I was just… distracted." she said, apologising twice.

"What's wrong?" the reaper questioned. Gesturing up to his own face, he added: "Your eyes are a little..." prompting Miranda to wipe them.

"Dafydd." she answered, giving Audrey all the information he needed to know.

"He's using his powers to be a wank again?" he questioned.

"It started with complaining about how psychics can 'abuse their powers,' but then he took exception to having it pointed out that he does the same thing." Miranda answered, pausing to utter a small "thank you" when she was handed her papers. "Then he told me that I shouldn't get mad when he places enchantments on my tools that can send me to the infirmary. He also thinks that it wasn't bad enough for HR to get involved."

"Arsehole..." Audrey cursed. "Do you have somewhere you can do your work in the meantime?"

"Yeah. I was going to see if I can borrow a table in the lab to sit at."

"Alright..." Nodded the reaper. The briefity of his answer created a bit of an awkward pause, so he decided to continue talking, even if he wasn't sure how appropriate it was. "So… I can check up on you later. See how you're doing and all that?"

"That would be fine." Miss Ackerman replied, cracking a grin. "We could do lunch."

"I'll treat you."

"Sounds lovely." Suddenly, all of the papers were off the floor and they were both standing in the middle of the hallway. "So… I'll see you then?"

"Yeah… See you then!" Audrey offered a wave as they both turned to walk away, cringing internally about how awkwardly that went, but also excited that his risk paid off. Thus, he was able to walk to his station with a smile on his face, and as it so happens, he passed by the room that Miranda had exited along the way.

Ducking his head through the doorway, he alerted the attention of the room. "Is Dafydd here?"

"Yeah?" the warlock shifted, turning in his chair to face him. "What do you want?"

"You're a cunt." Audrey cheerfully said before carrying on his merry way, leaving the warlock in a state of utter confusion.


A/N: Audrey, no... Originally, he was going to say "c*nt," but my delicate American sensibilities would not allow it. Paps and I talked about how Dafydd seems to have gotten worse over time. He's grown up, but still acting the same. Quit it, you entitled brat. Face up to the consequences and own up to your bullshit.

I was actually going to include more details about his breakup, but I couldn't figure out how to present it in a fashion still seemed somewhat natural. It's rather scandalous... He was left for another man!

Anyways, I got a question:

"I noticed something: the character you introduced, Canary, is she by chance inspired by the Canary from Hunter x Hunter? She just reminded me of her for some reason." by LookAtAllTheseFandomsImPartOf

For those of you who don't remember, Canary was the investigator who interrogated Richard Belmont the first time and told him about his wife's death. To answer your question, though, no. I've never seen HunterXHunter before. Not even really sure what it's about. Miss Canary comes from an idea I had about the other Hellsing spies that AREN'T Ciel and Alois. She's one of the hardcore ones that doesn't have a real name. These agents are just named after colours, and "Canary" refers to "Yellow," since "Miss Yellow" doesn't sound very intimidating. I don't know if this idea is actually a canon thing, but luckily, "Canary" is an actual name, just in case I don't.

There's a lot of content that I don't always use or even tell you about. Some stuff is canon and I never tell you in the fic. Just don't have the time.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!