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Walter and H had toured the 3rd floor, and they where now on the 2nd floor. H was paying close attention to every detail, no matter how minute it was. Walter had been told Alucard and Seras where staying out of site, so when he opened the door to the armory, he hadn't expected to see Seras's suprised face. "Oh crap!" she exclaimed, dropping the disassembled pieces of her Halconnon. Walter quickly slammed the door.

"Oops. I'm sorry, I forgot that the armory was closed!" Walter tried to pretend that nothing was going wrong. Integra didn't want H meeting the vampires just yet. But now that plan was in jeapordy of failing.

"Hold on a second!" H said, grabbing the door handle and flinging the door open. At that point, the plan was dead and buried.

"Oh crap!" Seras screamed again as H barged into the room. Did he know what she was? Of course. Why else would he have just charged in there like that.

"I have some questions for you!" H pointed at her, and quickly walked across the room. Face to face with her, he crossed his arms and prepared to question her. "So... what kind of guns do you have here?" Seras's fear was replaced by confusion.

"Huh?" she stared at him in bewilderment. Walter let out a sigh.

"You're in charge of the armory, right? I was hoping you could hook me up with a shotgun..." H said happily as he looked over at a rather appealing Remington hung up on the wall.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. You can have it," Seras fumbled for words, still stunned from the fright she had just experienced.

"Sweet. Do I have to sign it out or anything?" H seemed to always be in a cheerful mood.

"No, just don't lose it," Walter instructed.

"Alright. Thanks a lot... uh... what did you say your name was?" H scratched the top of his head.

"It's Seras. Seras Victoria," she replied.

"And I'm H," he told her. "Thanks for the shotty, Seras." With that, he walked out the door, followed by Walter, who closed the door behind them. Seras sat down and let out a long sigh. That had been close. Too close.

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Outside, Walter had resumed giving H a tour of the mansion. As they walked down the main hallway on the second floor, H suddenly stopped moving. "Did you hear that? I thought I heard barking..."

"Barking?" Walter enquired. "We don't have any dogs here, so I-" he froze. His ears picked up the sound of an animal panting.

"Do you hear that?" H asked. He turned around and screamed as a large, black dog lunged at his throat. It soared through the air, mouth open, fangs bared. He ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding its gaping maw. As the dog circled around and jumped for a second strike, he flipped the shotgun around and held it by the barrel. As the dog flew at him, unable to change course, he swung the shotgun like a bat. The stock of the gun made contact with the beasts nose, and sent it reeling through the air. It yelped, then ran down the hall, disappearing into the shadows. "I am so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt it," he told Walter in a worried tone.

"Uh... don't worry about it. Special... attack dog... must have got loose!" Walter assured him.

"Oh. I meant the shotgun," he held up the weapon, surveying the stock for any damage. Walter raised an eyebrow at the man's apparent obsession with the implement of death. "But I was worried about the dog. I thought it may have been Sir Hellsing's pet. I thought she would be firing me before I even started working."

"Don't worry. She won't fire you unless you try to kill another Hellsing member or something of the sort," Walter explained.

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"He tried to kill me!" Alucard roared in anger at Seras. "The insolent fool tried to kill me!"

"Master, he was just scared. I don't think-" Seras tried to calm him down.

"I don't care! Nobody strikes me and goes on without consequence!" With that, he faded from view, leaving Seras all alone in the armory yet again. She let out another sigh and looked at the pieces of her gun.

"At this rate, I'll have it back together by Tuesday," she lamented. The boom of a shotgun suddenly sounded off, and two loud screams where heard. "Make that Friday," she commented to herself, running to the door and heading off to see what had happened.

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