I don't own Hellsing or Harry Potter, and I'm not making any money from this.

It was a couple of weeks after the children returned from Hogwarts that a report of a vampire attack came in. A young couple living in a small town about 30 miles outside of London had been found murdered. The police who responded treated it as a double homicide until the bodies of the two victims got up and commenced eating them. Most of the unit dispatched managed to escape unharmed, but there were four officers who'd been bitten and turned into ghouls. A simple enough mission. Six ghouls and one vampire they'd have to search out and kill. The second he heard about it, Mihnea asked if he could go. However he had no desire to let himself get put up on a roof to just wait for something to come by. The last mission he'd participated in felt like a tease. This time, he wanted to be on the ground where he could actually fight something.

"Mihnea, are you sure you're ready to do this?" his mother asked him seriously. "These ghouls will be armed. One small mistake and you could wind up getting shot."

"I want to go." the boy insisted. "I can do this."

They all were in the conference room upstairs discussing the matter. Aunt Integra and uncle Edmund thought it was a basic enough mission for Constance to be put in charge of handling it. However, the matter of Mihnea going or not wasn't up to her. That little issue would have to be taken care of first. Alucard looked like he fully approved of his son's request.

"He wants to fight, little goddess." he said, wearing one of his famous smirks. "Let's give him a chance to prove himself."

The redhead shot a look in the vampire's direction, then sighed. "Oh fine." she said, then glanced over at Integra and nodded. "If he wants to do this, I wont stop him."

Mihnea had to suppress the urge to fist pump. Finally, he was going to get to actually do something! The knight inclined her head at the decision and turned to her daughter.

"What's your strategy for this assignment?" she asked.

Connie pulled her lower lip between her teeth, looking thoughtful. "Well... with there being so few targets, I don't see why there should be more than one vampire in the field. So... Mihnea goes with Alucard and we send a small unit of soldiers to take care of clean up afterwards...?"

Aunt Integra quirked a brow and lit up one of her cigars. "I'm not the one in charge here, Constance. You are."

The girl blinked at her, then took a breath and squared her shoulders. "Right. Alucard and Mihnea will take care of dealing with the ghouls and hunting down the vampire. Lieutenant Stevens will take a unit to handle clean up operations." she said, repeating her previous idea in a more deliberate, commanding tone.

Short, sweet, and simple. This mission was going to be a piece of cake.

"Nervous?" Seras asked him as he was pulling on the outer jacket of his uniform.

Mihnea shook his head and started placing extra clips of ammunition for Venom in the pouches on his belt. "Not really. I'm excited."

The draculina rolled her eyes, as if she thought such a statement was stereotypical. "God, you're so much like Master you'll wind up having a party out there." she commented with a girlish smile, then ruffled his hair. "Just don't do anything stupid."

"Since when do I do anything stupid?" he asked. The boy paused when he caught sight of his sister's arched brow and raised a finger to stop her before she could open her mouth. "Don't answer that."

Seras made a face at him. "I'm serious, Mihnea. You do something out there that gets you shot, I will kick your ass when you get home."

He seriously doubted that. If he ever came home with a gunshot wound, she'd probably fawn over him with tears in her eyes as she tried to find a way to fix it. Mihnea slid the last of the ammunition clips into his belt and snapped the pocket closed.

"I'm bigger than you." he warned.

That made the draculina narrow her eyes in a mock show of warning. "Cocky much?"

He shrugged. "I'm just saying. You're tiny and... OW!"

Before he could finish, Seras pounced and knocked him face first onto the floor. She crawled up behind him and twisted his arm behind his back.

"Surrender." she said.

"Never!"

She twisted his arm back further – just enough to make it twinge in pain without actually doing any damage.

"Say it..." Seras prodded in a sweet sounding voice.

Mihnea shook his head violently. "No."

"Zee? Zhat right zhere iz why I never make 'er mad." Pip called out from where he was having a last minute discussion with Stevens.

Mihnea twisted his face so he could see the bemused expression the Captain was wearing. On his back, Seras' weight shifted.

"I'm not mad." she declared, then leaned down to speak to her brother directly. "I'm not getting off until you give up."

Jesus, she seriously wasn't going to let go of it, was she? Mihnea gave a half-hearted attempt at kicking her off. With the position she had him in, she wasn't going anywhere until she was good and damn ready and he knew it.

"Like hell." he shot back.

"Ooohh..." she hissed, sounding like she was getting irritated.

Seras decided to switch tactics. While keeping a firm grip on the arm she had pulled back, she reached forward and took hold of his ear to give it a good twist. Mihnea hated having his ears twisted. Not that it was the most painful thing one could experience, but it was annoying as hell. He immediately winced and turned his head in the same direction, trying to take a bit of the pressure off. But the draculina wouldn't allow it. She just kept on twisting until he finally broke and slapped at the ground.

"Okay, okay! I give!" he exclaimed.

He didn't have to look back at her to know she was smiling in victory. He could hear it in her voice. "That's what I thought." she said with a sniff, then let him go and climbed off his back.

Now that he was free, Mihnea fully intended to get revenge for the attack. While Seras had her back turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest in triumph, he met Pip's eyes and put a finger to his lips to tell him not to say anything. That captured Bernadette's full attention and he watched closely as Mihnea tiptoed up behind her, then jumped onto her back.

"Hey!" she shouted in surprise, stumbling at his sudden weight. "Damn it, Mihnea!"

Several of the soldiers stopped what they were doing to laugh at the sight. It had to look weird to them. A nearly six foot tall boy clinging onto the back of a short, blonde girl in a miniskirt and combat boots. Mihnea never would have attempted it if she were human. Seras would have seriously gotten hurt. However, her vampiric strength gave her the ability to take a lot more abuse than she would otherwise and it allowed for a lot of extremely interesting and funny looking sibling confrontations.

"Surrender!" he said, grinning as he repeated the same words she'd used on him.

Seras growled low in the back of her throat. If she'd put enough effort into it, it might have sounded scary. "I don't think so!"

When she reached back to grab at his hair, the only thing that kept him from falling off was his tight grip on her head. Their squabble basically wound up being an odd combination of a piggyback ride and hair pulling contest.

" 'ey!" Mihnea heard Bernadette call out. "Zhe's ticklish! Go for 'er armpits!"

Oh really? What an excellent idea. Mihnea thought, then dropped one hand from her hair and began tickling. The effect was instantaneous. Seras erupted in a series of howls and giggles that might have sounded like screams if you weren't aware of what he was doing to her.

"Oh God, stop!" she shouted between laughing fits. "Pip, I swear I'm going to kill you!"

"Now children." A dark, silky voice said from their left. "Behave yourselves."

Mihnea and Seras both went still and looked over. While they'd been caught up in their playful scuffle, neither of them had noticed Alucard come in. He was leaned comfortably back against the wall with an amused look on his face.

"We're just playing." Mihnea announced, then gave a good tug on Seras' hair.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, then turned and jogged backwards until he was knocked solidly against a wall. "Let go already!"

"As amusing as this is, I suggest you save that energy for the vermin." Mihnea's father commented as one of his dark brows slowly lifted. "Get off of her so we can leave."

Oh, right. The boy thought, his thoughts slipping back to the mission at hand. He had ghouls and a vampire to take care of, didn't he? He jumped off of Seras' back and swept back the mass of dark hair that had gone wild during the altercation. As he went to join Alucard at the truck that would be taking them to the scene, he turned around and walked backwards so he could look at who he was talking to.

"This isn't over." he told Seras, pointing a finger at her.

She responded by planting her hands on her hips. "Damn straight it's not." she replied. "You go play with the monsters then come back so I can finish whipping your sorry butt!"

"Like you could!"

A cold hand slid around the front of his neck and forcefully turned him back around. "Focus." Alucard told him firmly. "You can bicker with your sister later."

Upon arriving at the scene of the reported attacks it was immediately clear that either someone couldn't count, or the vampire and his ghouls had been busy during the time it had taken them to get there. While Mihnea couldn't see any of the creatures anywhere, he could smell the stink of them everywhere. The scent was too strong to have been produced by just six ghouls. The village itself was one of those communities that had sprung up near an industrial area because of the jobs it provided. The stench of death was wafting over from a collection of warehouses away from the main populated area. That was reassuring. If they could keep them there, then they wouldn't have to worry about civilians being pulled into the middle. Using the the wooded area surrounding that side of the village for cover, Mihnea and Alucard tracked the scent directly to it's source. As they grew closer, the expression on the master vampire's face shifted.

"This may be more interesting than we thought." he commented, his head cocked slightly to the side. "What do you sense?"

Mihnea hadn't noticed anything unusual other than the presence of more ghouls than they expected, but if his father sensed something, it had to be there. He stopped walking and focused all his attention on searching out his surroundings. Underneath the scent of ghouls, a power signature pulsed. His eyes widened a hair.

"There are two of them..." he whispered.

Alucard was right. Two vampires was definitely going to make things more interesting. The new variable meant there was more to think about before acting. Using the earpiece he wore as a means of communicating with the soldiers and the manor, he radioed back the information. There was a short pause before Connie's voice came over the channel.

"Damn." she swore, and Mihnea picked up the sound of uncle Edmund saying something about her needing to watch her language. "Alright, proceed as planned but keep an eye out. Don't let them move into the populated areas."

Though the girl couldn't see it, Mihnea inclined his head. "Understood."

The two of them moved quietly, not allowing any of the creatures to pick up on their presence. When they finally reached the warehouses themselves, Mihnea caught sight of the ghouls. There were at least twelve of them. Possibly more if any were hiding inside the buildings. The boy pulled his gun from the holster strapped to his leg and removed the safety. Twelve ghouls, and twelve rounds in his magazine. One shot for each. If there were more, he'd have to reload quickly, but he was fast enough that it wouldn't be a serious problem...

"Go on." Alucard prodded, gesturing for him to advance.

Mihnea paused and looked at him. The master vampire looked like he had no intention of following him out. "Alone?" he asked, making sure he understood what his father was implying.

"You wanted this fight." the vampire reminded him. "Go take what is yours."

Wow. He was actually going to send him out to take out the ghouls on his own. Of course, Alucard was right there, so he could jump in at any time if he had to, but fighting alone... The flutter of excitement Mihnea had first felt upon hearing about the mission grew stronger.

"Yes, sir." he said with a nod.

The anticipation of what he was about to do flooded through the boy's senses. He'd heard some of the Geese tell stories about their first experiences with battle. Some said their thoughts went blank, while others' had raced so fast it was difficult to hold on to any of them. He'd heard tales of going numb and freezing at a pivotal moment and snapping out of the daze at the last second. But this wasn't like any of that. As he moved, keeping his gun poised and ready to fire, he felt... honed. Like thought that flitted through his mind or unconscious action he took was in preparation. Nothing was confusing or overwhelming. In fact, Mihnea could almost say he had become a machine. Something with a specific purpose that wouldn't be moved or distracted until it's work was completed. Maybe, if the situation were different, he would have thought it strange or disturbing. But at the moment, it was a useful quality, so he allowed himself to take advantage of it.

The police officers who held firearms were positioned behind three others. They weren't aware of him yet, but the moment he began shooting, they would return fire. Mihnea quickly ducked behind a building to conceal himself as one of the monsters turned his way. When there were no howls or groans, he figured he'd gone unnoticed. He carefully peered around the corner. The entire group of them were aimlessly lumbering around like mindless automatons with no direction. If that one on the left would move just a bit... There it was. He had a clear shot at all four of the police ghouls. Mihnea jumped out from his hiding place and took each of them out, eliminating the most dangerous threats first.

Since he hadn't bothered to bring his silencer for this assignment, the shots boomed through the air. The other ghouls seemed to freeze, almost as if confused about where the sound had come from and why their companions were now mounds of dust on the ground. But then they groaned and turned in his direction. These creatures weren't armed and had no means of defense aside from their limbs. Easy targets. Mihnea picked off the ones closest to him before they got within arms reached, then turned his attention towards the ones at the back. All in all, every last one of them was exterminated within a few moments. That was it? Honestly, killing these things was so damn easy it was disappointing. Mihnea expected something more exciting than this... However, there were still two vampires out there, so maybe the night wouldn't be a complete waste of time. He popped the clip out of his gun and moved to pull out a fresh one.

Before he had a chance to reload, something heavy dropped on top of him from above and knocked him flat on the ground. Venom went skidding across the ground, landing far beyond his reach.

"I was planning on using those!" an angry and slimy sounding male voice exclaimed.

A clawed hand went around his throat and Mihnea reacted instantly. He jerked it away, feeling his own claws and fangs come out. Sliding an elbow behind his back, he snarled and forced the vampire off of him. Scuttling backwards to get enough room to push back up to his feet, the boy got a good look at his attacker. The vampire had dirty blonde hair and was stockily built – shorter than him by a good four inches. As he crouched low in preparation to leap at him, the monster began a sneer, then faltered.

"You're just a kid." he said, managing to sound confused and taunting at the same time. "Of all the things in the world, Hellsing sends a little boy like you?"

Little boy? Mihnea thought, feeling a wave of irritation and anger run through him. Little boy? The annoying little snot wad was going to stand there and call him little? No fucking way. He jumped forward and landed a solid punch to his face. Again, there was a momentary reaction of shock, then he recognized that Mihnea could pose an actual threat. They fought viciously until they both hit the ground, then rolled, slashing and clawing at each other as they both fought to get the upper hand. The boy occasionally found himself pinned down, but was able to move quickly enough to maneuver out of it. Where the bloody hell was his gun? He managed to push himself up to his knees and clawed viciously at the vampire's face. Mihnea shoved him backwards and took advantage of the small opening to search the ground. There it was. Only a few feet away. But as he moved to run toward it, a hand encircled his ankle and jerked his foot out from under him.

"Think you can fight me, you little brat!" the vampire shouted in a pissed off tone, then surged forward and sank his fangs into the flesh of his arm just below the elbow.

The pain of the bite made the air rush of out Mihnea's lungs. Jesus Christ, that burned like hell. The monster sank his fangs deeper and started a deep chewing motion, which made that first shock of pain transform into a blinding agony. The boy grit his teeth together and grabbed at his throat with his free hand, tightening his grip until he felt him choke.

"Wha... what..." the vampire sputtered, blood dripping from his lips.

Mihnea was fully prepared to sink in his claws and rip the bastards throat out, but went still. The edges of the vampire's mouth were turning black and the muscles under his fingers were trembling violently. It looked like he was about to have a seizure or something. What the hell could do tha...

Oh. He thought. His mother's blood was poisonous to dark creatures. He'd never been bitten before, but now that he had, it seemed he'd inherited that trait from her. It was strangely appropriate. A half vampire with blood that could kill a fully fledged one. The creature in his grip struggled for freedom, but Mihnea held him fast, refusing to let go. This was something he wanted to watch. As the vampire's entire body fell prey to the convulsions, his eyes held a note of fear that hadn't been there before.

"What... are... you...?" he coughed.

Mihnea's eyes narrowed. "Something you shouldn't have been fucking with." he spat.

He kept a firm grip on his throat until the vampire went into a full seizure. At that point, it was too much trouble to hold on to him. He wasn't going anywhere and he'd be dead soon. He rocked back on his ankles and reached back to retrieve Venom. Seems he hadn't needed her after all. The boy slid the gun back into it's holster, then noticed his father walking toward him. Alucard peered at the mounds of ash laying everywhere, then fastened his eyes on the vampire laying at Mihnea's feet. One of his brows went up.

"What did you do to him?" he asked.

"He bit me." the boy replied with a shrug.

The No Life King's eyes shot up to him, then flickered in understanding. "Ah... what a delightful piece of information to stumble upon. You have your mother's blood."

On the ground, the vampire blinked around, looking like he was trying to find someone to save him from the torturous death he was going through. Mihnea watched as Alucard glanced down and nudged him with a booted foot.

"You could kill him easily now." he commented.

"He's already dead." Mihnea replied in a hard tone. "Why waste a bullet? Let the bastard suffer."

The enormous grin that spread across his father's face was beyond description. He looked so proud. Impressed with his son's attitude. Alucard didn't show that deep of a reaction to much, so when it happened, it was something to revel in. Twelve ghouls, one vampire, and a show of pride from his father. That was an excellent way for a mission to turn out. Mihnea found a slow grin spreading across his face as well, but it dropped when a feminine screech pierced through the air.

"NO! You bastards!"

The second vampire had finally come out out hiding, and she looked pissed. And this vampire, unlike her companion, had a very large gun.

Back in the Command Room at Hellsing manor, Constance was listening carefully to reports sent in from the human soldiers. They weren't getting involved in the hunt itself, but they were still close enough to hear some of what was going on. Since Mihnea was doing the actual fighting, he didn't report in himself unless he had a spare moment. This was the only way she could know what was happening out there. Stevens told them that he heard twelve shots fired in quick succession – which meant that Mihnea had taken out several targets in one go. But since then, they hadn't heard anything back from the soldiers. Connie was starting to get concerned about it.

"Should I call them and ask what's going on?" she questioned, glancing over at her mother.

Integra blew out a long trail of smoke. "Leave them be for now. If something important happens, they'll radio in."

The girl knew that, but she still didn't like this whole business of being left out of the loop. Not knowing what was happening as it happened was nerve wracking. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at her aunt.

"Can't you talk to Alucard with that mental connection you guys have?"

The redhead made a face. "He's ignoring me." she replied, sounding irritated.

Well damn. All her options were pretty much cut off at the knees. Constance huffed and moved to drop down in one of the rolling chairs, but jumped back up at the sound of crackling static.

"Miss Hellsing, we've got some serious activity out here." Stevens' voice rang out.

Serious activity? "What's going on?" the girl asked.

"It sounds like there's a woman out there that isn't very happy." he replied. In the background, she could make out faint noises that sounded like gunshots. "We can hear her screaming from here. And I guess you can hear the res..."

His voice trailed off when an extremely loud boom sounded through the radio. It had to have come from somewhere close. It was loud enough to make Connie's ears ring. Syn sat up straighter in her chair.

"That was the Jackal." she said. "I'd recognize the sound of that gun anywhere."

Seras' mouth dropped open. "Master's not supposed to get involved unless things got out of hand!"

That was all Constance needed to hear. Without bothering to question Stevens further about what was going on around them, she pressed a button to connect to her cousin directly.

"Mihnea!" she exclaimed into her receiver. "What the devil is going on?"

There was a long moment where there was no response, then his voice finally come through the channel.

"Connie, I'm a little busy right now." he said.

The girl's eyes narrowed. She was through with this bullshit of not knowing things. "Tell me what's happening right now!" she demanded.

"I have a psychotic female vampire with a gun chasing me around and I'm trying not to get shot, that's what!" her cousin's voice fired back.

Apparently, he left the line open because she could hear the sounds of the battle. An angry female voice was shouting obscenities and howling like an insane person. There was something about hearing those sounds for herself that made everything seem more real. Mihnea was in the middle of that. Holy hell, she had to do something...

"Can't you just shoot her?" Constance exclaimed. Mihnea was an excellent shot. He could hit damn near anything he pointed a gun at. "And where's Alucard?"

"She's too damn fast. Dad hasn't been able to hit her either." Mihnea's voice replied. It sounded like he was running. "We're trying to keep her from getting too close to the houses."

This was serious. She not only had her cousin to worry about, but the vampire was advancing toward a populated area. Constance was not about to let any civilians die needlessly during her first time at the helm.

"Alright, hang on." she said into the radio, then rushed toward the table everyone else was sitting at.

Maps of the area had been pulled out so they could determine the best places for the men to remain stationed. She remembered seeing something on one of them that could be useful now.

"What are you doing?" her father asked, watching as she frantically flipped through the collection of maps.

"There's something here." she replied, not looking away from her search. "I saw something... Here it is!"

With the map she needed in hand, she ran back to the radio. "Mihnea, are you still there?"

"Yep. Just peachy." he replied, then a loud gunshot that had to have come from his weapon rang out.

Constance spread the map out in front of her the best she could. "Where exactly are you?"

"Hell, Connie, I don't know!"

"You don't know where you are!" she exclaimed.

"Excuse me for not consulting a compass while there are bullets flying at my head!" he shouted at her.

Constance wanted to kick herself. Of course he wouldn't know his exact location. She had a map right in front of her and he didn't. She took a deep breath to calm what few of her nerves she had left.

"Okay, try to pay attention." she told him. "If you're in the industrial area, then there are abandoned warehouses all over the place. Due west is a tall smokestack. Directly to the right of it is a warehouse that was used to store explosive materials. Get the vampire inside of it, then blow the damn thing up."

There was a long pause. "Okie dokie. I can do that." Mihnea said, then the connection dropped and she was left with silence. She could only hope he'd remember where the building she indicated was...

"Blow up a warehouse to kill a vampire, Connie?" Her father's said from behind her, sounding astonished.

She whirled around, half expecting to have to defend herself. "She wont stay still long enough to hit with a bullet and she's getting close to a populated area. This is the best way to kill her quickly with no one getting hurt, isn't it?"

Everyone blinked at her. Even her mother looked a bit taken aback.

"That's actually a brilliant idea." the knight said, taking the cigar from her mouth to give her daughter a smile of approval. "Not bad, Constance. Not bad at all."

Connie felt like she could float right up off the ground. Her mother, the Iron Maiden of Hellsing, thought her strategy for getting rid of the vampire was brilliant. Not good. Brilliant. Integral Hellsing didn't give compliments like that every day.

It was a good fifteen minutes before they heard anything back, but Stevens eventually radioed in to report that Mihnea had set off an explosion in the warehouse she'd told him about. Both he and Alucard were back at the truck. Normally, the soldiers would have to perform a full sweep to remove evidence of them having been there. Properly disposing of the ashen remains, clearing away debris... But since Constance had ordered the destruction of a building, the flames would take care of all of that. The local fire department would be sent to put it out and a story would be cooked up to feed to the press. Everyone had done their duty to the best of their ability and were free to come back home.

When the truck carrying all the men finally got back to the manor and they all began filing out, Connie's eyes went wide. Mihnea looked like he'd been traipsing through a war zone. Just about every inch of skin that showed was smeared with dirt and soot. His uniform was covered in dirt and blood and there were long rips in it like he'd been clawed up by an animal. The sides of his face, neck, and the front of his chest that she could see were scratched up and bleeding. But despite his rough appearance, her cousin actually looked... happy. Proud of himself and what he'd been a part of.

"I have never, ever, had that much fun in my entire life!" he declared exuberantly when he got over to them, his smile widening to a full grin. "I came this close to being shot six times! That was so awesome!"

He held up his fingers, pinching them together to shot just how close 'this' was, but Syn immediately fastened her gaze further down his arm.

"Is that your blood?" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm to get a better look at it. "What happened?"

She pushed up his sleeve and everyone clearly saw the deep, ragged bite mark on his forearm. It was still bleeding freely, though Mihnea didn't seem to paying much attention to it. He had too much of an adrenaline rush to care.

"The first vampire bit me." Mihnea told her, looking like he thought that was about as wonderful as everything else had been. "Mom, he started having seizures! Curled up on the ground and died without me having to do anything!"

The redhead's eye's widened as she took in his statement. As she was studying him, Alucard walked up behind Mihnea.

"He has poison in his blood just as you do, little goddess." he said, looking immensely proud. He put a hand on his son's shoulder with a wide grin. "Twelve ghouls, two vampires, and one beautifully fabricated explosion. I told you he could handle himself."

That was truly impressive. No wonder Mihnea looked so pleased with himself. Anyone would have been after doing that. But Constance was still fixated on his wounded arm.

"That's not..." she began. "I mean, that's not going to do anything, is it?"

"He already has vampiric blood running through his veins, so our bite would do nothing." Alucard said. "And the poison in his blood would likely kill anything that touches it."

Oh. Well, that was good to know. Connie supposed the only reason Mihnea could survive having blood that was poisonous to dark creatures while being half vampire himself was because Alucard was his father. The No Life King was the only one known to have an immunity to aunt Syn's toxic blood. Syn and Seras pulled Mihnea off to clean up his arm while Pip ran off to get bandages out a first aid kit. Connie watched them for a while, then turned back to her parents.

"When do I get to go out on a mission?" she asked. "I did well with leading, didn't I?"

Integra and Edmund exchanged a bemused look. "Yes you did, but being out on the field is different." her father said. "Your aim needs to be better."

Integra inclined her head. "A lot better." she amended. "Once you've shown improvement, we'll talk about it."

Connie made a face and crossed her arms over her chest. That was so unfair. Mihnea got to go off and have all the fun, while she was left behind in a room listening to broken up reports that just made her worry about what was going on. She made a mental note to work on her target shooting more often. The sooner she improved her aim, the sooner she could go out on one of these missions for herself.

I apologize for no updates for a few days. I've been having technical difficulties. :( This chapter may be a little rougher than I would like, so if you notice any glaring mistakes, please feel free to point them out. I'm going to be busy this weekend, so I wont be able to put up a new chapter until Monday afternoon.

Cheers!