Who Am I? Redux
Disclaimer: I didn't Create Hellsing, I don't own it.
Chapter 5: Packing Up
They should have been gone three days ago. But they where still in the safe house, being watched. And the fact that they where being watched was what bothered Jack the most as he parted the bathroom blinds ever so slightly with his fingers. Seras had been the one to spot it first, a simple black work van parked across the road. The exact same kind he had seen the FBI use in the past. All weapons had been loaded into the Land Rover they had been using as transport for the last six months and the vehicle itself waited in a parking structure several blocks away. Over the last three days they had given the entire apartment a full wipe down to smudge up all the fingerprints that they had left. Every possible form of evidence had been removed from the scene, when the Brits stopped sitting on their asses and finally hit the place he and Max would be gone, leaving nothing more then the girl behind.
He let the blind fall back into place before turning away; peeling the leather gloves he wore off before stuffing them into his back pocket. The problem now was waiting, if they moved too early the troops that where no doubt sitting in that van would take them down in the street, if they moved too late they'd have a shoot out to deal with just to get out the front door of the apartment and risked catching civilians in the cross fire.
Max leaned against the door frame, his expression totally neutral. His left hand held his Zippo, which at the moment he was snapping open and shut a nervous habit the young solider shared with his late grandfather.
"Another day tops, I'm hoping sometime in the next couple hours. That way we can get out wile Seras is still asleep and avoid any issues with that."
"You know the odds of them moving before dusk is slim to nill."
The large man nodded as he pushed past his partner and into the living room, "Wishful thinking on my part."
"Well then maybe you should stop thinking wishfully and start thinking realistically. With all the experience you got under your belt I figure you would have been able to figure out when they were gonna move by now."
"Planning counter ops is not an exact science kid. It's true that there are certain standards everyone follows," he leaned against the back of the couch as he continued to talk, "but that doesn't mean everyone does everything the exact same way."
Max's lighter sparked to life, the flame swallowing the end of the cigarette which had found its way between his lips, "I ever mention how much I hate waiting for people to come and shoot at me?"
The sound of mass movement woke Seras from her usual fitful sleep. She could hear it all perfectly, at least a dozen men in the hallway outside the flat. She sat bolt upright, listening intently unable to hear any other movement.
Splintering wood, the footsteps charging inwards.
She was out of bed now in a low crouch, instincts she wasn't even aware she had taking over. She moved quickly pressing her back against the wall next to the door as footsteps grew closer. Two sets came to a stop outside her door.
A pause and door flew open; a man in full commando gear stepped in, a submachine raised at the ready.
She hesitated for a brief moment; something about their uniforms seemed familiar. With all her strength she brought one hand down on the barrel of the weapon in an attempt to drive it downwards. The sound of bending steel filled the air as the barrel bent downwards, then broke right off. There was no time to think over how strange and impossible that seemed.
She swung towards the man's legs with the piece of gun still clutched in her hand. There was a sickening sound of the bone cracking as he dropped to the ground crying out in pain.
The broken gun barrel clattered to the ground and she charged forward, throwing all her weight behind one shoulder as she slammed into the second commando, knocking him flat on his back.
A chorus of shouts filled the air as Seras charged down the short hallway into the living room and straight into several more men, guns trained on her. She skidded to a halt, unsure of what cores of action to take here.
"Miss Victoria you are t stand down at once!" barked a sharp female voice.
Seras turned slowly towards the front door only to see a blonde woman in her early twenties standing in the door way. A heavy trench coat draped over her shoulders. Blue eyes cold as ice locked on her from behind a pair of round glasses.
She took several steps forward and the men who had flooded the room lowered their weapons, "You've caused us a good deal of concern over the last few weeks Seras. You'd best just stop fighting and come home."
