Woohoo, just picked up Volume 2 of Hellsing! Going to read the rest of it once I finish this...
I DO NOT OWN THE LEGAL RIGHTS OF HELLSING.
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"So I have the manners of a pig, eh?" H leaned forward and put the menu back on the table. "Well, in that case... please accept my humble apologies for any offense that I have caused," his attitude and mannerisms had changed abruptly to those of a high class and civilized individual. Seras and the two Iscariot guards where clearly taken aback. "I also would like to take this opportuinty to inquire as to what your names are, if I may be so bold as to ask. Pray tell, what might they be?" It was as if he had become another person.
"My name iz Heinkel," said the sunglassed woman. "Und I hate sarcazm."
"And I'm Yumiko," replied the nun. "Wow, that was a total shift in mannerisms."
"Thanks," H smirked, returning to his old self. "I can be classy when I need to be, Miss Yumiko." Seras stared at him in utter confusion.
"You wouldn't happen to have multiple personalities, would you?" she asked, causing him to laugh and Yumiko to grow slightly tense.
"Hahahah, very funny Seras. But no... anybody else starving?" he looked around for a waiter.
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After half an hour, the door to the restaraunt opened and Integra strolled out, clearly on the verge of insanity. "That twit... I should have known he'd just want to extend the border further into Hellsing territory," she muttered to herself as she scanned the outside tables for her bodyguards. She spotted them sitting with two women she assumed to be Maxwell's guards. H was just finishing what had once been a large steak, and Seras was obviously uncomfortable with the two Catholic guards being in such close proximity. The guards themselves appeared bored out of their minds. H quickly put down his eating utensils and jumped to his feet upon seeing Integra.
"Have you finished the meeting?" he asked, pushing his chair against the table.
"Yes, and it was a waste of time. Let's get back to Headquarters before things get worse," she seemed to have no patience at the moment, what-so-ever.
"Worse? What do you mean worse?" Seras asked as she got out of her seat.
"Walter just informed me that the new candidates have not gotten along well with you-know-who. Apparently, he doesn't like French people that much," she slapped her forehead. "No doubt I will have to deal with him myself..."
H shrugged. "The candidates or you-know-who?" Not suprisingly, a glare was all he got for an answer. A few moments later, a limo pulled up in front of the restaraunt. Walter stepped out and held the door open for Integra, followed by Seras and H. The butler then returned to the limo and drove them away. Maxwell stepped out of the restaraunt and strode over to his two guards.
"How did ze meeting go?" Heinkel asked.
"It could have been better," he frowned. "What did you learn about her guards?"
"Well, the man in the jacket is named 'H', and the girl is a vampire named Seras. He tried to cover it up and said she was pale due to a long time in the hospital after a car accident. Apparently, he thought we couldn't see the fangs..." Yumiko explained.
"You're bill, sir," a waiter suddenly walked up to Maxwell and handed him a slip of paper. Maxwell stared at the bill, then groaned.
"You've got to be kidding me..." he sighed.
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"ALUCARD!" Integra screamed when she walked into the Hellsing manor. Instantly, he was in front of her bowing on his knee.
"Yes, my Master?" he politely answered.
"Where are the candidates?" her voice was filled with frustration.
"Walter is interviewing them. Apparently, he thought I did a bad job..." he responded with a shrug.
"I need a vacation..." she was on the verge of cracking up. As if on cue, Walter came strolling up to her with a file folder in his hand. "Yes, Walter?"
"There's a situation in a small town known as Roderig. It seems several people have dissappeared. The police officers sent to investigate have not been heard from in three hours," Walter handed her a folder full of files and intel reports.
"Indeed? Well, in that case... Alucard, I want you on standby. Seras, H... go prepare for combat," she ordered her subordinates. Alucard bowed and melted through the floor, while H and Seras saluted and then headed off in their seperate directions. "Walter, where are the prospective recruits?" she suddenly remembered her primary problem.
"The men are currently residing in the armory, and their commander is waiting in your office. I think they will serve as prime operatives. Although, it is up to make the final choice. Do you want me to-" Walter was interupted by Integra's hand being held up in his face.
"Stop! Stop right there! I don't care anymore! Recruit them, give them weapons, and then tell them about the vampires. They're all going to die anyway, with our luck. I honestly don't care anymore..." she snapped. It seems the night had taken its toll on her, among other things.
"Uh... yes, Sir Hellsing. I will inform them at once," he bowed. "I will go to the armory and-" Once again, Integra interupted him.
"Wait, the armory? Didn't I just send H and Seras to... uh oh," she began to formulate possible fiascos in her mind.
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H quickly changed into his faitgues and kevlar, picked up his shotgun and revolver, and then headed for the armory. He was in dire need of ammo, having spent most of it training. "Lets see... do they have silver shotgun slugs? I suppose I should also pick up a knife, just in case... but then again, how often do I need one?" he questioned himself as he headed up the stairs and down the hall to the armory, whistling as he went. He opened the door, casually walked into the room, then froze. "Woah, now..."
He was surrounded by a rather rag-tag bunch of soldiers, all of whom seemed as confused by him as he was by them. "Uh... hi?" he greeted them, waving slowly. This caused a few of the soldiers to chuckle. Just when the situation couldn't get more awkward, Seras strode through the door. As soon as she took two steps into the room, a series of whistles and cat-calls went off. "Oh, this is going to be interesting..." H muttered.
"Did I miss something?" she was obviously not happy with the crowd of men gawking at her.
"About as much as I did..." H calmly replied. Without a moment to spare, Walter sped into the room.
"Oh thank goodness, you haven't killed anybody yet. Ah, Masters Victoria and H, may I introduce you to your new subordinate soldiers?" H gestured towards the soldiers.
"Subordinates? I didn't sign on to get bossed around by some chick!" one of the soldiers spoke up.
"Oh, my mistake. Would you rather serve under our resident vampire, Alucard?" Walter offered the soldier an alternative. This resulted in a barrage of laughter.
"Vampires?"
"You're bloody mad!"
"What kind of joke is this!"
"There's no such thing!"
Walter smirked at their remarks. "You don't believe in vampires?" This nearly doubled the laughter. "Well, in that case... Miss Victoria? If you don't mind?"
"My pleasure," she grinned. She walked over to her Halconnon rifle and pointed at it. "You guys want to help me with this?"
"Sure," a few soldiers offered to help her with the heavy weapon.
"Nevermind, I think I can get it," she suddenly picked it up with one hand and rested it on her shoulder. Several explicative phrases where emitted by the soldiers watching. "And by the way, vampires are real. We just don't let witnesses survive to tell the truth," she smiled innocently.
"Right, well... who wants to come with us on our mission?" H asked cheerfully. "Show of hands?" Not suprisingly, nobody moved a muscle. "Oooookay then... nevermind."
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Hey, I think this may be the longest chapter I've written so far. Hooray! Thanks for reading so far! You deserve a cookie! Too bad I don't have one on hand... lol.