So, suggestions, anybody? Anything? Anything at all? ... I guess not.
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"You cannot be serious!" Alucard snarled, slamming his fists on the desk in front of him. Seras and H both took a step backwards from the angry vampire, while Integra didn't even flinch.
"I assure you, I am serious. The terms of the meeting are that neither you nor Alexander Anderson are to be brougth along to the meeting. Instead, two other bodyguards are to be selected," she calmly explained to her enraged servant.
Alucard slowly turned towards his two comrades and pointed at them. "Them?"
"Yes Alucard, them. And Enrico Maxwell has stated that no weapons are to be brought along," Integra turned to H and Seras. "However, I assume that you two can still fight without weapons. Am I correct?" Seras grinned in a manner similar to Alucard, and H popped his knuckles menacingly. "Wonderful. The meeting is to take place in three ours at 7:00 tonight. You two are to rest and prepare for anything. And just so you don't feel left out, Alucard," she smiled at her frustrated Servant, "I already have a mission prepared for you."
Alucard's spirit seemed to pick up slightly. "Oh really?"
"Yes. It seems there was a schedualing mistake. It appears our next group of likely recruits is to be interviewed at the same time as my meeting with Maxwell. So you are to interview them in my place. I trust you will be capable of this?" she looked at him sternly over the rim of her glasses. Alucard scowled.
"I'd say we've gotten enough new recruits," he hissed.
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Slivers of wood and splinters filled the air as yet another target was hit by gunfire. H was half-way through the obstacle course, a shotgun clutched in his hands and a .357 magnum revolver strapped to his waist. Integra and Walter surveyed his progress from a catwalk over the course, while Alucard and Seras slept through the daytime. "He has good aim," Walter noted.
"Indeed. I can see why he prefers shotguns. So far I haven't seen him fire a shot without destroying the target's vital areas," she replied. Yet another target exploded into sawdust, and H slung the shotgun over his shoulder. He drew the revolver and spun the chamber, then twirled the gun around his fingers a few times. He then proceeded to completely destroy the next target's cranial area. "And he has finess with a pistol, as well."
"But how well does he do in unarmed combat? He can't bring weapons to the meeting," Walter reminded her.
"H, you've proven your skill with a gun. Now kill the next target without one," she ordered. He shrugged and holstered the revolver. As soon as the next target popped up, he was in motion, running towards it. He ducked to the target's right side, crouched low to the ground, and then sprang up at it with stunning spead. He slammed his right hand into the target's neck area, causing the head to break off and fly into the air. Without missing a beat, he smashed his left hand through the target's chest area, his arm going through the target up to his elbow. H then pulled his arm out and rubbed his hands.
"Wow," was all Walter could say.
"I can see why he specializes in ghoul surpession. He's a killing machine," Integra stated as she pulled a cigar from her shirt pocket.
"He's like a human version of Alucard," Walter pulled a lighter from his pocket and let the cigar for her.
"I wouldn't go that far. He's good, but no where near that good," she exhaled a cloud of smoke. "I suppose we should finish this up. The meeting is in an hour."
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The meeting was to take place in a small restaruant in London. At precisely 7:00, Integra walked through the doors of the restaraunt, flanked by Seras and a plain-clothesed H. Integra had on her normal suit, Seras had her normal uniform on, only without the Hellsing emblem, and H was wearing blue jeans, a red shirt, a brown leather jacket with the collar turned up, and a blue baseball cap.
"Ah, welcome, welcome!" came a jovial greeting. Enrico Maxwell was seated at a table with only two chairs, and a tea tray set upon the table. "I see you brought two guards with you. They will have to wait outside at a table with mine while we confer. Feel free to order dinner, as I will be paying any costs incurred during this meeting." He must have wanted something big if he was acting so nicely.
"I appreciate your kindness," Integra politely replied, "But I would prefer to have some protection beside me."
"Integra, as previosuly stated, my guards are outside as well. So there is nothing for them to protect you from, and I'm not stupid enough to try anything. So please, take a seat and have some tea," he gestured towards the empty chair.
"Alright. You two wait outside. This probably will not take long," she told H and Seras. They nodded and headed back outside to find their table. Once they where gone, Integra walked over and took her seat. "Now, what is it that you want?"
"You always wan't to cut to the chase. Can't we just enjoy a peaceful cup of tea?" he smiled innocently.
"No," was her reply. "Lets get this over with. I have other important matters to attend to."
Maxwell's smile faded slightly. "I'm sure you do. Well, in that case, lets get down to business."
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The two Hellsing soldiers and the two Iscariot members stared at each other from opposite sides of the small table, an awkward silence over them all. Maxwell's guards where two women, one dressed as a priest with sunglasses, and one was a nun wearing glasses. Finally, H broke the silence. "He said we could order dinner, right?" Seras nodded, and H picked up a menu and surveyed it. "Hm... he said he was buying, right?" Again, she nodded. "Great! In that case, I'm in the mood for steak!" he grinned. The two Iscariot operatives looked at each other, and then back at him. Obviously, they where not impressed.
"You're American, aren't you?" the bespectacled nun asked him. "I thought only British people could work in Hellsing."
H smiled. "Yes, I am American. How could you tell?"
"You have ze mannerz of a pig," replied the other woman with a heavy German accent.
"Thanks. And I think non-British people are allowed if they meet certain standards," H explained.
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Alucard leaned back in Integra's chair. "What did you say your name was?" he asked the man sitting in front of the desk.
"Pip Bernadotte," was his answer.
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PLOT TWISTS! I hope I got all the personalities right. I was only able to see Maxwell in the anime, I skimmed over the few Hellsing mangas and read about Pip, and as for Heinkel and Yumiko... well, according to Wikipedia, their personalities in Crossfire and regular Hellsing are different. So just so everybody is clear, I'm going by Crossfire because that is all I have right now. Right, well... I hope you have all enjoyed this story so far. Suggestions are still being accepted. So if you want to see something, let me know.