I need to point something out. While I enjoy Hellsing, and I think the Nazis are an interesting part of the series, I do not like actual Nazis in real life. I dislike them greatly, in fact. I have quite a few good reasons for this, but I will keep them to myself for now.

So, due to this, there will be an absence of certain Nazi phrases. I'm sure you know what they are... the ones that will get you arrested in Germany. Yes, it is true. Germany has strict anti-Nazi laws. But back to the point, I will leave a few things out of this story that could normally be seen/read in Hellsing. Yeah... just in case anybody started to wonder.

I just wanted to let you all know how I felt, and how it would affect the story.

Well, time to get to work. Lets see how things turn out for our heroes! (If you can call those idiots heroes...)

"I win again!" Alhambra exclaimed, grabbing a handful of pounds off the table. Fenrir groaned and Pip smacked his head against the table several times, each time muttering a French swear word.

"Merde, merde, merde," he continued to smack his skull.

"Mr. Pierre, are you alright?" Alhambra raised an eyebrow.

"I'm fine," he raised his head. "I'm broke, but I'm fine..."

"So..." Fenrir stretched his arms out and yawned, "We're sailing across the ocean in a yacht. That is not something I hear about much, but oh well. How long until we arrive?"

"In Brazil? Hah hah, no, no," Alhambra shook his head. "We're not going to Brazil?"

"Eh?" Pip stared at the man in the suit.

"We're going to a private island, which we will then fly from to Brazil on a private jet," he explained.

"Jet, you say?" Fenrir smirked.

"I hate jets..." Pip grumbled.

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"So, Hellsing sent two of its lap dogs, eh?" Rip asked nobody in particular as she pased the bridge. "But vat was in those crates?" She stopped walking and turned her attantion to one of her guards. "Go fetch Warrant Officer Schrodinger," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," the soldier saluted, and then headed out the door. A few minutes later, the soldier returned, this time accompanied by a person in his mid-to-late-teens, clad in a Hitler Youth uniform, and a set of cat ears protruding from his blonde hair.

"Guten tag," he greeted her with a smile.

"Hallo to you, too," Rip returned the greeting

"So what's so important that you had to wake me up from my nap for?" he yawned.

"Hellsing's hounds are on board. They brought something with them. Go down into the cargo hold and see what those things are," Rip ordered her subordinate.

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted, and then walked off to complete his mission.

"Zer is something not right about all of zis..." Rip muttered to herself. She withdrew a small cell phone from her pocket and dialed in a number quickly. It rang several times, and then the voice of a woman answered on the other side.

"Hello! Thank you for calling Sam's Stationary," she answered politely.

"Yes, I vould like to schedual an appointment," Rip replied.

"Around what time?" the woman asked.

"4:20," was Rip's answer. After a few seconds of silence, the woman began to talk again. This time, her voice was different.

"Hello, Rip..." the woman replied in a bored tone.

"Hello, Zorin..." Rip returned the greeting.

"How is the mission going?" Zorin enquired.

"Its going well, so far. Alhambra is keeping the two operatives busy, and Schrodinger is checking the crates they brought with them," Rip explained the situation.

"Excellent," Zorin answered. "How long until you reach the island?"

"Two hours," Rip looked at her watch.

"And if you run into any trouble-" Zorin tried to explain, but Rip cut her off.

"I know. I know. Kill zem without a second thought," Rip glanced over at the antique flintlock musket leaned against the wall near her. "I know..."

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After a few more games of poker, Alhambra drifted off to sleep while waiting for Pip to deal the cards out. Apparently, winning without mercy took a lot out of the guy. Fenrir took this chance to get up and walk around the room, while Pip used his ill-willed skills to pickpocket the slumbering man. "I want a refund..." Pip grumbled.

"Hey, Pip..." Fenrir stared out a window at the ocean.

"Yeah?" Pip looked up at him after pocketing most of his money, as well as a little extra.

"I have a bad feeling about all of this. Go down below deck and check on our 'property', please," Fenrir nodded his head downward.

"Uh... alright..." Pip shrugged.

"And take this..." Fenrir pulled a tomohawk from his jacket and tossed it over his shoulder to the French mercenary.

"Eh?" he caugth the weapon and examined it.

"The cargo may be hard to get open. Use it if things get too hard to cut through..." Fenrir advised him. His eyes where dull and glazed over, like he was staring into the distance. Pip was just about to ask what was wrong with him, when he noticed what was outside the window.

In the darkness of the night, the full moon reflected eerily off the surface of the sea, casting a long, pale reflection across the water all the way to the boat. Or so it appeared at least. The sight still freaked Pip out, especially when Fenrir began to smirk. "You alright?" Pip asked his comrade.

"Never been better," Fenrir didn't take his eyes off the moon. "You'd better hurry." Pip shrugged, and walked out of the room without saying a word. After several minutes of silence, Fenrir muttered something under his breath.

"Would you mind repeating that?" Alhambra suddenly jerked awake.

"I said..." Fenrir carefully sounded out the words, loud and clear, "Wake up, you filthy vampire."

Short chapter, but I needed to further the plot really fast.

A few Nazi puns where in that story. Sam's Stationary... initials SS. 4:20... 4/20 is Hitler's birthday. I had to think up something to show how Nazi-ish these guys are. Witty, eh? Right... well... ahem... review please!