The guard post at the front entrance loomed just ahead. A small white booth stood on either side of the dirt road with a red and white striped boom stood above the road stopping all entering the base. One of the guards a US Army Corporal stood behind the boom lighting up a cigarette when he heard a thumb from inside one of the booths. He readied his M16 rifle and walked up to the booth. "Hay Sergeant is everything...shit" said the Corporal seeing the body on the floor. He whirled round only to feel something bite his neck. He slapped what he thought was a bug bite only to find a small dart and then the world went dark.
"Colonel we can't get through to the North-east guard-post," said a spectacled lieutenant to the Army Colonel in charge of security. "Send a patrol out to the post then and have the rest of the troops on emergency standby," said the colonel turning to look out the window of the second control tower.
"Yes sir."
The Colonel turned to look at one of the security cameras which showed a large aircraft hangar completely empty except for a woman sat on a simple plastic chair drinking tea in the middle of the great expanse.
The troops stationed at the base rushed too their defensive positions. Trenches, bunkers, simple gun positions that surrounded the airfield suddenly became alive with activity. The sand yellow behemoths of the Armoured Battalion stationed there began active patrols in and around the airfield. All aircraft were grounded temporarily. "Just like clockwork," whispered Jack as he crawled across the desert floor towards the airfield.
When Jack was spotted by one of the guards it was too late. Thump-thump. Gas canisters landed amongst the troops. They coughed and spluttered as they tried to get their masks on. Jack grenade launcher in hand used the time to get in amongst them. A good blow to the head and each man fell. One of the Abrams turned to try and get a clear shot at Jack. Machine gun bullets churned up the sand around him as he ran at the tank most of the bullets going straight through him. Jack hit the tank like a rugby player knocking backwards almost flipping it over before tilting it and pushing it onto it's side.
The crew crawled out of the battered monster to look up at Jack's gore covered body. Jack pulled out a shotgun from his duffel bag and the crew scarped. As more troops rushed towards him he sent more gas canisters flying from the launcher as he ran for the main hangar on the other side of the runway.
Bullets messed up his insides and he was nearly stopped in his tracks when a tank shell hit him dead in the chest. But as Jack laid on the floor his body repairing he grabbed at his chest and pulled two smoke grenades off the bandolier draped over his shoulder. Two white clouds swamped the runway.
Jack have crawled half rolled to the hangar. He reached one of the small side doors yanked it open and stepped inside. Jack half his body still in pieces limped over the concrete floor. A trickle of blood following him. The woman sat drinking tea neither moved or even registered that Jack was there until he took one of the cups that sat on the tray at her feet and took a long drink of the warm liquid. "Took you long enough," she said putting her cup and saucer down on the tray.
"I got held up outside," said Jack before cracking his neck as his faced reformed.
"Did you now. So how do you want this to go down Jack after all you can't win." The woman stood up walking towards Jack.
"Isabella there's no way I'm letting you leave here alive. And I want answers so we'll start with those."
"As you wish." Lady Isabella Ledford dressed in a simple black suit, her hair tied up in a bun smiled and turned round. Jack raised the launcher.
Smack. The launcher went flying as a great hairy mess ran into Jack. Jack crashed back onto the floor with the man sized wolf that was Robin stood on top of him. "Hey Rob," said Jack as he steadied the SPAS-12 pump action shotgun and sent the wolf back onto it's hind legs. Robin growled and swung at the shotgun. The shotgun flew away as Jack drew his Dragoon pistol and fired. A hole appeared in the wolf's head as the two carried on flying backwards until Jack was pinned against the far wall. Robin one front paw pressing Jack up above the ground. The other paw ready to remove his head in a swift stroke.
Jack had his pistol levelled at Robin's head. "Goodbye Robin," said Jack. Boom! The were-wolf had his entire upper body removed and scattered across the building. Jack pulled the trigger of his dragoon and sent the lower half backwards two feet. Isabella frowned walking back towards Jack. She looked to her right and saw the fist sized hole in wall. "I suppose that means Hellsing has an operative working with you. Who is it? Not Alucard surely?" Isabella asked.
"No. A nice young vampire by the name of Seras Victoria," said Jack walking forward.
"So shall we?" Isabella asked a knife appeared in each of her hands. Jack grimaced and drew his knife. Isabella ran at Jack. He raised his pistol and fired. She dodged. He fired again. She jumped up coming down feet first on top of him. Jack was sent flying. He rolled over and she cuts his neck. Jack stumbles. Slashes at her arms.
The two take a moment to breathe. His neck heals up. Her arms do the same. "So me I can understand but why did you attack Hellsing?" Jack asked before Isabella launched herself at him again. The two parried each knife blow perfectly until Jack fired his Dragoon. She went back grasping at the hole in her chest. "You always think it's about you. Well my employer asked me to attack both Hellsing and you. I didn't ask why. I just took the money from the creepy old Nazis. Oh and the opportunity to see you again," said Isabella running at Jack. Jack threw his pistol at her. It caught her off guard. He grabbed her arm. She pushed forward. His knife went her chest. Hers went through his.
"Seras!" Jack shouted. Boom! Isabella and jack stood there both shocked confused and in pain then there legs gave way and they crumpled to the fall. "I was wondering why she'd stopped firing," said Isabella as she tried to get up. Jack rolled on top of her and fired his last shot up through the bottom of her jaw. Her wild blue eyes gazed up at him. Her chest was a hole. Only one arm remained attached. Her head by a tendon. Jack was about the same. His left arm hung on by the fabric of his shirt. His chest a tunnel where the shell from Seras's Harkonnen had travelled threw before twisting slightly and making a larger mess of Isabella's.
"I knew you'd just dodge the incoming shell. So I had to be sure Seras would hit you. Goodbye Isabella," said Jack before taking the knife in his good hand and lopping off Isabella's head. Jack took two final grenades off his bandolier. He stuck one in the base of Isabella's neck before pulling the pin and throwing the head away. On the other side of the hangar the head exploded in a cloud of white and then white flame as the phosphorus grenade exploded. "Seras remember to bury the ashes of the head and the body separately."
"Of course but what about you?" Came Seras's voice over Jack's earpiece. Jack pulled the pin on the grenade and half crawled half rolled away as Isabella's body began to burn. "Me I'm going to have a long vacation," said Jack. He looked down at his chest where the bandolier dangled in mid air. One grenade still hung at the bottom. "Napalm grenade. Only in America." Jack pulled the pin.
Author's Note: I apologise for the long wait. It's been a busy year. So if anyone wants me to write more I'll happily listen to people's suggestions.