CHAPTER 5

It rained for the rest of the week, and thankfully they didn't have to go on any missions, at least until today. Guards were making their rounds or doing patrols as Walter and Integra were going over personnel reports. Though it was raining heavily, repairs were still taking place even though it was getting near evening. Alucard was down in the basement as far as everyone knew, but the other two were elsewhere, on a mission.

"Of the 192 personal we have staffing the head office, 32 were killed. Of the survivors, 12 are currently wounded. Mason Foxes unit of 25 men are in full health since they were dispatched to Ireland earlier that day. Also, eight other men who were not at headquarters are also ready for active duty." Walter said reading off a form next to her desk.

"Why are Alucard, Seras and the General not included in the report?"

"Well, two of them are already dead and reporting them would be redundant. And you already knew their conditions to begin with Sir Integra."

"Hmm. And the General?"

"Other than because he requested to be left out of the report, he officially does not work for us, for pay, therefore, he is not in the report. I can add him in if you wish."

"I think I understand why he wants to be out of the report. What of Captain Ferguson?"

"His wrist is broken and will take a few weeks to fully heal. With proper care and little use of the hand to allow time for it to heal, he should be able to fully use it again before the three weeks are up."

Walter informed her what they were doing with the investigation and that MI-5 was joining in the search to find out why the attack took place and who these Valentine brothers were. Integra wanted the investigation to continue and have every avenue searched, not matter how irrelevant it seemed. He left to go do his work while she went through the mail. A letter from the Vatican, specifically, Section 13 and Maxwell was surprising.

Seras was wearing a tight black leather outfit he bought her. It was just pants and a coat really, which she liked a lot and a black turtle neck under that, boots being her normal ones. The General was in a different black suit with a blue shirt and his coat as they were heading down an alley way following an enemy. Captain Mason was currently telling them where to go and what to do since there was no other Captains really available at the moment. Some homeless man against the wall woke up as he heard gun shots and then saw some ugly creature that looked human drop in front of him and growl. Seras fired a few rounds into the ghouls chest and it turned to dust.

"Nice shooting."

"That's not really saying much you know. With these eyes and all."

"And very beautiful eyes at that."

The homeless man screamed and started to run when the General grabbed him.

"You saw nothing. Forget what you saw, take this 500 pounds, go get a job and get off the street. You'll live longer. Oh, take this card and go here for help and a room to live until you're back on your feet."

The man ran off quickly as Seras was listening to Mason say something to her in her ear piece.

"Where to?"

"Mason and his team will meet us at Hyde park."

They both looked up as thunder erupted in the sky.

"Is it ever going to stop raining?" he muttered as he followed her.

"Are you really asking or just talking out loud?"

"You are so lucky. You don't even feel it."

"I'd still give it up if I could. Be thankful you are Immortal otherwise you'd catch a cold or something worse."

"True. But being cold still sucks."

Integra went to the National Gallery as Maxwell had asked in the letter. She was looking at a large picture when he and one of his men walked up. Maxwell had his coat over his left arm and his man behind him was holding yellow flowers in his right hand and a case in his left.

"Pardon me, so sorry to keep you waiting." Maxwell said holding out his right hand.

She didn't take it though and kept looking at the picture. He counted slowly in his head and still kept his hand out as his smile turned into a scowl. After ten seconds, he realized she wasn't going to shake his hand as he took it back.

"Fine, we can skip the pleasantries." he grumbled.

"Why are you here Enrico Maxwell?" she asked not looking away from the picture.

"Word has it that the Hellsing Organization was attacked. And that you lost 32 men." he said seeing her look startled. "And that a dozen men are still recovering. One of which, I believe his name is, Peter Ferguson. Still, that's quite a few men to loose."

The man behind him handed him the yellow roses and he handed them to her, but she didn't take them.

"I come with my sword sheathed Sir Integra."

"Oh shut up!" she yelled destroying the roses with a swing of her arm and hand through them. "Your people have already shattered any peace between us! Father Anderson attacked three of my people! If it wasn't for an old friend being there, one of my best Captains would have had god only knows how many of those damned knifes in his back. You better be thankful that the Queen told me to tell him to go home under her good graces otherwise he would have went back in a box with his head cut off! I don't know why you are even here but I refuse to participate in this ridicules farce of civility! Get out of my country, now!"

The man behind Maxwell crouched slightly as he reached for a weapon in his coat, but Maxwell stopped him and stepped closer to her.

"Or you'll what?" he said in a threatening tone. "I offer you kindness and you insist with cruelty. So just shut up and pay attention."

The Father held up a small glass vile that had a Freak chip in it, in a green liquid.

"Recently we've had a bug infestation, spreading within eternal Rome. From our laboratories research, we have concluded they originated in England. But, because your sad little clubhouse is in such disarray, this infestation goes unchecked. And your bug problem, becomes our bug problem. Make no mistake, we have as little regard for your Hellsing Organization than we do for the vampire filth we obliterate. However, if you continue to show the Vatican Section 13 disrespect, we will not hesitate to wipe out your organization and your vampire problem from the face of the Earth. Do you understand, you squealing English sow?" he said with a very threatening tone.

The two made it to the park and found their target trying to get away in some van. One quick sniper round from her hit the back wheel and caused the vehicle to crash into a cemented to the ground metal trash can. Unfortunately, the vampire was barely injured and crawled out from the front windshield and ran off quickly, going down into the subway nearby. The two gave chase and the other men got into position in case the vampire they were after turned around to come back out. Other teams went to the closest locations for the exits for this subway that were nearby. He, with his pistols and she with a sniper slash assault rifle, quickly cut through the ghouls the vampire created to hold them back. Any they didn't kill, the few men behind them took care of.

Integra laughed, really surprising the two men.

"Wipe us out?" she said still laughing at the audacity of the idea. The laugher went away quickly as she turned deadly serious. "It is within my power to only ask for the help of a friend and they would use their incredible influence and vast wealth to have your pathetic Section 13 taken down in less than a day. I suggest you don't make any further threats much less attempts against us or else my patience might break."

He started to come back with a retort when she smiled, kinda wickedly though it was more of a smile of happiness for her and a threat to him. He didn't get it until someone walked out from behind her, several feet away.

"English sow?" Alucard said as she slowly walked up to stand behind her. "No wonder the Section 13 commands such respect. What strong language. To reign over the kingdom of the world, to make its peace and write its laws, to be generous to the obedient and merciless to all that would stand against you. Nothing ever changes. Two thousand years and you still act like the world is yours."

"The Nosferatu, Alucard." he said with some fear as he stepped back.

"Miss Victoria, I need a report on the target." came over their lines, along with sporadic gun fire.

"I guess we didn't kill every ghoul." the General said.

"We cut a path and left the rest of them to ensure…"

"I know what we did, but I turned around taking what I thought we left out a few times. Anyway, the target is on a train sir. Um…" he said confused as he looked around. "Where the hell are we?"

"His current heading it towards Queens gate, but if he gets off at Notting Hill, the situation is going to be hard to contain sir." she said then turned to him as they ran down the currently empty tracks. "You need to brush up on your location skills."

"I don't use the subways. In fact, this is my first time down here. Last train I use was…many years ago."

"Sounds like you mean to say you were on a steam engine."

"I was. And I own it."

"What?"

"It crashed, derailed because of a bent rail. Still haven't really gotten around to fixing it entirely yet either. God I loved that train."

"You are weird."

Captain Mason had one of the men contact Headquarters to have the train stopped and all areas that it made stops at shut down. Walter reported back telling them it had been done and told them to proceed with the elimination of the target. As he gave the orders to Mason, a woman came in holding a report.

"What is it?"

"Please take a look at this." she said setting a photo and file down. "This picture was taken at the Kensington Garden."

Walter looked down finding it was a picture of a blade imbedded in a wall, holding a paper to it, a familiar blade. He growled as he stood up.

"Code 00676! Alert the National Gallery immediately!"

"Yes sir!" she said leaving quickly.

Once she was gone, he looked back at the picture with some fear before he realized something.

"Hmm, maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all." he said lightly stroking his chin. "Integra isn't there to stop him and I seriously doubt Miss Victoria would even try to stop the General. If anything, she'd probably help."

"It's nice to meet you Enrico Maxwell." Alucard said as he removed his new Jackal and pointed it over her shoulder at the man. "And I think we shall say goodbye now. What nerve, calling my Master an English sow. Really, I don't see how I can let you leave here alive."

He was afraid, but it only showed for a moment even as the Father got in front of him as Enrico laughed with a sly smile.

The train was still running down the track at the moment and the vampire was walking down one of the cars with several ghouls behind him. The door opened and he started to step through when over a dozen blades hit him, making him scream before turning to dust on the floor.

"And now, oh king, be ye wise." Anderson said as he had to bend over before stepping through the door. "Be admonished ye judges of the Earth."

The ghouls didn't move but got ready to attack him as he kept walking forward.

"Serve the Lord with fear and to rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry." he said swiping thin, non handled knifes that resembled long needles through the hand holding horizontal poles in his way. "And yea perish in the way, though his wrath may kindle. Amen."

"Captain Hook is moving to engage Tiger Lilly, Peter and the lost boys." a voice said over the gallery speaker as Alucard was slowly pulling the trigger.

"Maxwell, you didn't?!"

"Things being what they are, you better hurry Wendy." he said with a sneer. "This may be the end for you all."

He laughed evilly as Alucard lowered his weapon and then she smiled knowingly as she noticed Alucard wasn't very happy.

"Looks like, Peter Pan will have to deal with him without you Alucard." she said seeing Alucard growl rather loudly. "I would pity you and Father Anderson Maxwell, but sometimes revenge is hard to make others forget."

She turned and walked away quickly leaving the two men in confusion.

"What the hell does that mean?" Maxwell muttered. "Alucard is suppose to be Peter Pan."

"Damn! I better hurry before the General takes away my fun." Alucard said turning around and following her out. "Your Regenerator may not make it home this time. The General is vengeful Peter Pan, and I'm the crocodile in this story. And this time, I plan on taking more than his hand."

The two made it to the stopped train and found all the lights completely off. She saw everything clearly while he was using a pair of what looked like normal rounded sun glasses, the same type he said that a lady named Lara Croft used, but technologically advanced, courtesy of MI-6, allowing him to see in infra-red and in night vision. She then remembered they were the same glasses he wore when they first met.

Mason and his men were headed their way, but rather far off down the tracks still as he climbed in and then pulled her up.

"Oh my god!" she said as she noticed dead ghouls all over the place, some had turned to dust already while others were lying on the floor with many blades in them. And then she screamed slightly and got behind the General as the two noticed Anderson standing in the middle of the rail car. The General was about to say something to her about her screaming in fear when Anderson pulled two blades and rushed towards them. The General dropped his guns, grabbed her and jumped out as Anderson cut the car in half, going down the middle. He quickly pulled the sword off his back and pulled a blade from the bottom, that had the handle as part of the blade. She stayed behind him, but a few feet away, holding her gun at ready, mostly to use as a shield. The car split apart and made a loud crashing noise as Anderson dropped out.

"I have been waiting for this day ever since we met." the General said as he pointed the main blade. "Integra isn't here, neither is Vlad, so I have free reign to kick your worthless ass back to hell. I am so going to enjoy this moment!"

"Over confidence and underestimation…"

He didn't get to finish whatever statement or quote it was as one of his blades fell apart in several pieces. He gave it look and then felt the pain of several deep slash marks across his right arm and chest. He barely had time to look up as a boot connected with his chest and sent him back against the fallen car.

"Here Seras. I know you're fast enough to protect yourself if you need to." he said tossing the serrated blade to her and then picking his other blade back up. "Just use it to block anything he tosses at you."

"Right." she said keeping the blade away from her body.

"Come on false priest." he said tauntingly as Anderson was slowly getting up. She noticed the General wink at her, but didn't really get it until she heard his next words. "I'm looking for a really good sword fight. I've been training Seras for awhile, but back before when we fought, you were good. Don't tell me a little girl like her is a better match now."

She growled and glared at them both. Sure, she was a fast learner and had taken the General down several times, mostly because he couldn't match her speed, but it was still rather insulting even if he didn't mean it to be that way. Despite how he meant it to be, she planned on making him pay for it later in another sparring session. Anderson didn't even give her a thought as he rushed forward swinging. She was thankful that she had superior strength otherwise the large sword would have dropped from her hands already. It was very obvious the two weren't even thinking about her or the men that ran up next to her as they traded blows, both of them hitting each other every so often. Though Anderson was taking actual damage since his coat didn't offer protection, but he healed quickly. Also, though Anderson was much taller, it didn't give him the advantage he probably thought he had. The General was pushing him back past the cut rail car and continuing down the tracks. The group with her followed discreetly, keeping at least a dozen or so feet away in case Anderson decided to throw blades at them. With the more open field for swinging his swords, instead of like the hallway, plus no distractions, it was easy for everyone to see that the General had the advantage. And he was laughing as he pressed the advantage.

Anderson trying jumping back several dozen feet and launching a large amount of his blades. A lot of them were shattered by the Generals quick swings and the rest imbedded into the ground. The few that had gotten through his defense only bounced or broke off his closed coat. One did catch him across the right side almost taking his eye out but he ignored it and rushed forward, seeing Anderson startled once again to see him heal quickly. There was a few more blocks and traded blows before his two blades were destroyed and the General's main sword point was pushing against his throat, bringing a small trickle of blood out.

"Nice attack, but you only scratched my face. I'll still give you a point for that. Now, in all my years, I've never heard of or seen a Regenerator, but your healing abilities almost mimic the healing power of Immortals."

"Now I know what you are. I should have guessed sooner." he said stepping back. "All I have to do is remove your head to get rid of your abominable life."

"You've already tried several times and failed each time." he said keeping the sword pointed. "Unlike me however, you will die if injured enough. You were, a slightly worthy opponent. Make your peace with whoever you think will take you, this fight is over."

Anderson quickly pulled blades as the General was rushing forward, only to see him suddenly go flying back and hit the ground. His swords went different directions as he let go on impact and rolled head over heels a few times.

"Ow! What the…." the General exclaimed in confusion as he sat up quickly, holding his side while looking for what hit him as his broken ribs healed.

"Your attempts to kill a true servant of god…" Anderson said thinking it was god who pushed the man away.

"Master!"

Anderson quit talking as he realized it wasn't god who kept that blade from cutting him, though he tried not to look disappointed about it.

"That explains it." the General muttered as he got off the ground and grabbed his dropped swords quickly. "He's mine Drac, I was here fi….where are you?"

"Then you should have killed him before I arrived." Alucard said appearing right in front of him making him jump and drop one of the swords. "It is now my turn for fun. You can have, other fun at home. You promised to defer, remember?"

The General almost took a swing at the tall red vampire in front of him as he was poked, but seeing where Alucard looked behind him, plus the little fun comment and the hidden threat behind it, he lowered his sword.

"Oh fine." he grumbled walking away in a huff. "Seras is a better opponent anyway. Integra is getting better to."

Alucard turned just in time as the priest ran towards them with several dozen blades flying at them both. Alucard used his Cascull to shoot many blades away while using the Jackal to shoot the blades that were in line with the priest, hitting him several times and knocking him back. The General didn't even bother to swing, he just moved quickly and got out of the line of fire as the blades impacted where he just was. Alucard avoided the blades thrown and swung at him with ease, mostly to rile the priest and see if the man had anything else to attack with other than what he was showing.

"You are more than pathetic Judas Priest. I had thought there might have been more to than this." he said blowing the two blades away, leaving shattered hilts.

Anderson muttered some prayer the others didn't hear and several long lines of paper came out from him and grabbed Alucard in several places. Whatever the attack was, he now couldn't move at all as he was stung up.

"Now I will slice your body in so many pieces not even god himself will be able to put you back together." he said pulling two more blades and rushing.

Alucard grinned and then faded away at the last second, leaving the trails of paper to float to the ground. The priest swung at where Alucard was and then looked around.

"Hmm, a nice trick father. Rather impressive actually, but still not powerful enough to match me."

He spun around and started to rush forward as he saw Alucard several feet behind him. Alucard put a hole through his left lung and then blew off both arms just after the shoulder.

"I was hoping for so much more. I guess my fun is over." he said dejectedly while putting his guns away.

"This isn't the last you have seen of me you heathenish devil…" Anderson said standing back up.

More papers came out of his coat and started to surround him but he ended up crying out in pain when they fell to the ground and he found himself pinned to the walk with a large blade in the place where Alucard had shot him previously.

"I don't know what you were chanting, calling for, or spell casting if it was that. Or hell, if it was even praying to get away, you're finished. And your boss is next on my list if he messes with me. I don't like people who go after my friends and or family and those that do, don't live long."

"You won't even…"

Anderson was dead before his brain could register it. The General pulled the blade from his chest and then swung the two over a dozen times or more. The surprise on his face, that only lasted a few seconds, dropped with the rest of his body into a pile of bloody parts as the General walked away breathing hard. Parts of the wall fell on him as well as they slid out of place.

"General…"

"He was getting away. I've seen that move before, but still don't know how it works. Some sort of strange teleport ability or something." he said pointing a bloodied blade in Alucards face. "You had your chance to finish him and you were letting him…"

Alucard pushed the blade away with his hand, ignoring the burn he got and then backed up into the shadows leaving.

"Good job General. It's too bad you're Immortal otherwise you'd make an excellent Nosferatu. I wasn't really trying, but I also never saw how many swings you did. We must spar sometime."

"Wow, you actually impressed him, again." she said walking up to her shocked mate. "That's, rather difficult to do usually. I could have sworn you swung once, but obviously…"

"Ah….uh…" he said dropping both swords.

"Officer Victoria?"

"Yes sir." she said turning as the General stayed in his shocked state.

"Good work today. Take the poor man, get back to headquarters and report to Sir Integra. My team and I will finish up here." Mason said glancing around. "On the bright side of that dead priest being here, looks like he made our jobs a bit easier by killing all the ghouls for us. We just have to do clean up now."

"I understand sir." she said with a smile. "I won't say anything."

Back at the stop point where they came into the subway, the General managed to wash his blades off from a broken water line before they went up top again. More men from Hellsing were there keeping people back, along with the local police. And though he got looks because of the large sword he was almost dragging, he didn't get questioned. Serious problems arose the next day though.

Integra wasn't all that surprised at the report she read yesterday. She was exceptionally glad to hear and see that none of her men were injured or killed. Hearing that the clean up was rather easy, except for the fact it took over an hour to pick up all the pieces of the former Father Anderson. The Queen called her to inform Integra that the Vatican was very furious and that Maxwell was on his way to the Hellsing Mansion. Integra told her she would send him home safely, after letting him rant and rave for awhile. The Queen was rather surprised to hear who it was that killed Anderson, plus the picture she got also shocked her as well, which made Integra ask about how the Queen knew the General. Apparently, he met her a few times when she was younger and was suppose to be Knighted, again if you still counted the Knighting he got by Pendragon, but he never showed up and no one could find him. Integra said she'd pass the message along to the General about the Queen wanted to talk to him when she saw him again before hanging up.

She went through the mail and other papers while waiting for the two men to arrive. It was near the end of the day when they finally did and Integra was sure that the two were being held back from her place till near nighttime on purpose, just in case Maxwell and company tried anything. Walter knocked on the door and informed her the two were coming up the drive way as she lit a cigar and sat back waiting.

"Good evening Master."

"You're up early Alucard. Why?"

"I knew they were coming. Should I stay by your side or go find my fun elsewhere?"

"I'll call if I need you."

"Very well." he said fading away into the wall as Walter opened the door.

"How dare…" Enrico shouted as he forced his way in before Walter could announce them.

Enrico didn't get to even really start his rant as he spun around, other than because he saw a shocked look on Integra's face, but also because his man behind him went flying by before hitting the floor a few feet from her desk and didn't get up. Even Walter was surprised as Enrico was slammed into the wall by the General, the large knife part of his sword, placed to Enrico's throat.

"General! What is the meaning of this…." Integra shouted as she shot out of her chair.

"I want answers that only you can give and if I think for one moment you are lying to me or you start evading me, I will start cutting. I don't give a damn who you are, I will not hesitate to kill you. You could be the Pope and I wouldn't even think of hesitating!"

"General!"

"Back off Integra! This is Immortal business! I should be telling you to leave, so be thankful I'm letting you stay to listen!" he said shouting over her before turning back to Maxwell. "Don't think for a second I can't get away with anything. I'm a true Immortal, and I'm betting you already know someone or knew someone like me. Who is or was it that you studied to make that abomination Anderson?! How was it done, because others have tried and I even helped for a few decades, but none of our research provided anything. And the only reason I know you used an Immortal's blood is because our research of Anderson showed a very close match to the energy signature Immortals have. Now talk!"

"I'd talk Enrico Maxwell." she said walking up with her cigar in her mouth and her arms crossed. "I forgive your interruption this time General, but don't make it a habit. This is information I would really like to know a lot about as well."

"Indeed. This sort of information would be a great help to our organization." Walter said walking over as he put his wires away.

"How, by turning your men into freaks like Anderson was?" the General asked with extreme conviction.

"No General. That would make them, abominations. I would be more comfortable if they were turned into vampires under my command. It is entirely possible that the genetic experiments used on whoever this other Immortal was or is, could also have the medical applications that you probably were working on at one time." Integra said.

"My idea was to enhance and hopefully extend life." the General said sadly. "We never got anywhere and I ran away after the research was stolen and the people were killed, by terrorist. They thought they killed me, but I got them back and…..destroyed all the research."

"You didn't actually destroy it did you?" Walter asked. "I know you pretty well General."

"No, you're right, I kept it and hid it away. Made it looked destroyed." he said then glared at Enrico. "Maybe those people's lives that were lost wasn't for nothing. Between what little work we did and what you know, something may come of it other than what you did to make Anderson what he was. So start talking!"

Enrico grunted and ignored their stares and the large blade at his throat.

"I do know about Immortals. Incredible gifts given to many men and women. Unfortunately, many of them don't deserve and never deserved it. Just like you. The Immortal that we have learned a great deal from, offered his services willingly. And still continues to do so to this day."

"I want a name, and how long!"

"We also know about the Watchers, we even know about the Watcher that watches you General. Do you even know he used to work here, hmm? That was until he was killed by those ghouls that attacked this place."

"I said name!" he yelled making blood appear as he added pressure.

"The Watchers don't even know he exist. He came to us three hundred years ago thinking he was gifted by god, which we believe is the case. He was told he was and to this day, still believes he was given the gift to pass it on and use it to help the Catholic church. And he's still a virgin. No other Immortal has ever seen or came across him. Well, one did, but that was short lived. At first, the church didn't know what he was until another Immortal came and told him, the story behind his existence the Game and what he was and all that. This was some years after he came to the church after his first death. He didn't believe the story and still doesn't. The Immortal that told the story was tortured for more info and then eventually killed, but far away from our Immortal to ensure this Quickening wasn't passed onto our beloved friend. In case you're wondering, our Immortal is treated exceptionally well and even has freedom. But you'll never find him. He lives to serve God and studies the word everyday or is teaching it to many young children. You couldn't go after him anyway, he's on holy ground constantly."

"Where is he?!" the General growled.

"Kill me if you wish. But I'll never say anything else. I will die in the service of God and you will all be punished…"

"He knows nothing. I've already searched his pathetic mind." Alucard said as he showed up out from the floor behind her. "He only knows the Immortal exist because of papers. He has never seen nor talked to this Immortal much less privy to any medical or technical issues concerning any research. He only knew about Anderson and some of his medical background."

"Our research has proved very little on Anderson as well. Other than the strange connection that the General noticed. And we can't duplicate." Integra said as she walked over and crushed out her cigar. "General, I admit that part of me wants to see you kill this worthless degenerate warthog…"

"Warthog?" he muttered quietly as she continued talking. "What kind of insult is that?"

"It is obvious that he is only a figure head for his Organization. Though also its leader, he knows little. Unfortunately, I am in the same boat. The medical staff understands how a vampire turns someone into a ghoul or vampire, a true vampire that is, and can explain it medically, I however cannot understand it technically even after reading the reports. As Alucard stated, Enrico is in the same position."

"Reading and understand take time. Time I have." he said pulling his blade away.

When Enrico started smiling slyly, he got decked into the wall so hard it cracked his jaw and left a dent in the wall. Though he didn't find out about the jaw until he woke up later back in Rome inside a hospital.

"You're saying if I kill him, I'm in trouble and have to leave."

"As much as part of me would like to tell them it was self defense, and I'm pretty sure Walter and Alucard would say it was, without real proof, such as a video showing him attacking you, lying to them wouldn't be right and the Vatican wouldn't believe it to begin with. Leaving him alive after, getting his ass kicked by you, should be punishment enough. Walter, did they have a driver or did they drive themselves?"

"They had a driver who is still waiting Sir Integra."

"I'll take them to the car." the General said as he set his blade on her desk. "Better me than someone who really works here."

"General." she said as he lifted the two men over either shoulder, with Walters help.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for interrupting. I wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with him and his ranting. On future notes, please be a gentleman and have Walter inform me of your arrival or at least knock next time. Don't rush in and attack someone without permission first."

"Yes Sir Integra." he said bowing slightly before walking out with Walter.

"Hmm, today was a rather nice day Alucard. I feel really good."

"As do I Master. Having no mission tonight was no fun, but seeing that pathetic man taken down so easily, though still being left alive, was very amusing. Good night Master."