Three of a Kind
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'll go through the Valentines attack and Incognito and maybe a little after, not sure yet. I should also say I am running out of Ideas. I need reviews, even total gibberish could help. I am going to say that the attack starts this chapter.
I would like to acknowledge my beta reader: Redmarshin, you should to, this Fic would have been a lot more painful to read if not for their efforts.
Chapter Eight:
Integra wasn't enjoying the meeting at all. The members had spent the majority of the conference with their petty posturing and were as usual, behind schedule. They had covered the possibility of a new silver supplier and with much debate, agreed that the company had some unexplained revenue but their silver was guaranteed legit.
"Gentlemen please, can we continue to the next point of business, these chips." She stated in an attempt to move the meeting along, motioned to the Petri dish Walter brought in at the start of the meeting, in it was a FREAK chip.
"What IS it Sir Integra?" asked one of the members annoyed at being interrupted.
"It's a chip to induce artificial Vampirization, last year they started appearing and this past month they have come to the fore. We see these now more than true vampires." From that Integra started her report.
Outside Hellsing Manor:
Three people approached the manor walking at an unhurried pace. Leading the way was a tall man dressed in a fine white suit, to his right trudged another man dressed in dark blue with a stylized golden eye embroidered into his hat, and the last was a woman of average height in a black Tee-shirt and long army styled pants walking on the first man's left. As they walked they chatted but they stopped before they got into earshot of the armed guards.
"Excuse me Sirs, Madam, but I must ask you to leave this is private property," said one of the guards. The man in white stepped forward to address them.
"You mean that this manor isn't on the tour?" he sounded honestly concerned. "All our friends," at this he motioned to the buses lined up along the street, "are going to be so disappointed they were so looking forward to this tour."
"No, sorry there are no tours of this manor," the officer explained trying to compromise. "I can have a subordinate out here with material about tours of other manors but this one is off limits to all unauthorized civilians."
The gentleman in white looked honestly crestfallen then smiled and said, "oh well, I guess I'll have to tell our tour group, they'll be sooo disappointed," he held his hand out to his side and snapped his fingers once. There were three CRACK! Sounds as three hypersonic rounds exploded the soldier's heads.
"Bring in the battering ram," ordered the woman into a cell phone. She and the others stepped to the side of the driveway as one of the buses hurtled through the gates, the silver in their construction made them impenetrable to a vampire but not the shock force of a ten ton bus load of ghouls at 60kph. The other buses disgorged their ghouls as the double-decker rolled up and stopped at the gate, maneuvered itself sideways in the driveway.
"Were all ready in here!" yelled Zane. As the Vampires set up an awning on the roof and zeroed their sniper rifles, those who would control the ghouls established their links. Luke reached up into the buss and pulled out a rocket launcher.
"I'll get the helicopters, brother go and knock on the doors for us, and you." He pointed at E. "Do what you do best"
She gave him a playful look, winking as she replied, "you got it." Then she began walking into the bus for her grapnel launcher.
At the Roundtable Meeting
Integra heard the crash, along with all of the other roundtable members
"What the hell was that?" questioned one of the members as he leapt to his feet; she didn't see which one because she was walking over to the window to see.
"It appears as though a bus loaded with heavily armed ghouls has just crashed through the front gate and is attempting to storm the manor," answered the master of the house. The shocked silence that followed this statement was broken by three things, the gentle beep of the phone by Integra's chair, the sound of massed automatic gunfire from the front of the house, and a loud TUNK! noise as what appeared to be a grappling hook was launched improperly and impacted the window. Falling harmlessly back to the ground
"I assume you have a backup plan to get us out of here?" said Sir Irons as Integra returned to the table, pressed the button that would put the room into lockdown, then the speaker button.
"Status report," she demanded into the phone ignoring the question.
The voice that emanated from the phone was panicked and shaky "Sir Integra, we are under attack by an unknown number of ghouls, all outside communication has been cut off or jammed we are currently exchanging fire at the entrance!" the soldier on the line stopped talking to catch his breath.
"Hold the foyer and by as much time as you can," ordered Integra gravely.
"Yes Sir."
"Sir Integra our evacuation is of primary concern what option…" a loud BOOM/CRASH!! cut him off . "What was that?"
"That sounded like the evacuation helicopter exploding" replied Integra
The sound of crunching and louder gunfire then the voice spoke again under greater distress. "We're being overrun, AHHHHH!" the crunching decreased in volume then a new voice issued from the speaker.
"Uh, hello, is this thing on? Ahem this message is going out to the roundtable conference and the queen bitch herself Miss Hellsing, your ass is currently being kicked by the Valentine brothers my name is Jan and I just can't wait to meet each and every one of you. We'll get to that as soon our friends finish lunch, in the mean time I suggest pissing yourselves in fear and praying to your impotent god, but hey there's always time to be a man and kill yourselves " The message ended with a sound like a large melon being smashed by a hammer.
In the monitored Guest room
The black clad persona the one called 'Strength' by the Host sat at the table and played solitaire. He was always the one who was posted for the watch while the others remained in the sleeping body, partly because he never got bored, but mostly because he could bend steel bars with his teeth if he wanted to.
When the crash came at the gate he stood up and looked out the window, the sight of ghouls pouring through the gates did not alarm him as it would most people. He merely sighed, placed the king of spades on its pile lethargically, put the cards in his jacket pocket and walked over to wake the others.
"This certainly isn't good," said Speed from the window where he was checking his gun.
"I know, but we've got do deal with it too," said Greenie who sat on the bed. Neither Strength or Speed knew why they called him that, the Host didn't, but the Host was a pasty faced teenager with few real friends, so who was he to judge. "I vote we call the backups."
"I agree," said Speed
"It seems logical, I'll get the transmitter set up," said Strength reaching into the bag that the Host carried around everywhere and pulling out a set of six oblong objects about the width of the human hand he tossed two to each of the other personas he held his firmly, and with his thumb lifted the little hatch on the end of each of his around the room the others did the same.
"Three," began Strength.
"Two," said Speed.
"One…" finished Greenie as they all simultaneously pressed the buttons. Each module was in fact a very powerful transmitter designed to cut through even heavy jamming with impunity, they had only one purpose.
Meanwhile in small pub on a backstreet somewhere in London
The man sat in a corner seat nursing his mug; surrounded by women who were, if not actively watching his every move were at least looking out of the corner of their eyes at the biker, he was big, scary, and American. He had been going to the pub regularly for a little over a year now and he had always sat alone in the corner. He was friendly to the bartender and tended to be pleasant around most people, but didn't encourage company. So it came as a shock when a cell phone played the first bars of the stars and stripes at a high volume followed by the gruff voice "Howdy," pause, "understood I'll get there with the boys as soon as possible." He closed the little phone, left his payment and a hefty tip on the table. He then put on his jacket as he walked to the door. Emblazoned across the back was a picture of a pack of wolves attacking a man with red eyes and fangs, above that across the back were the words, "may the evil that walks the night fear my pack,"
A/N: How was that? R&R