Integra was sitting on a downed chunk of concrete, going over a few of the previous deaths of Hellsing staff members, a cook, lung cancer, a butler, natural causes, a maid, car crash. Then she came to some more recent pages. The Valentine brothers' attack, which was sectioned off in its own folder. All sixty foot troops, the only other butler in the house that wasn't Walter, and two maids, who were both at the same time going to answer the door as it was blown open.
She dropped her head into her hands. So much violence, so much death, so much grief, and so...so much paperwork. "Oh god, I have to log the new ones." She thought out loud
Suddenly Wolf appeared in front of her, "Here are the Ids of the staff I found." He handed her a stack of wallets and pocket books rubber-banded together. "Oh, thank you," She remarked sarcastically. "Just what I was thinking about."
"You're very welcome, Sir Hellsing. I was wondering though when we'd be leaving. It is getting a bit late." He said.
She glanced at her watch, "I guess we'll be leaving within the hour, then."
"Very good, 0400 then?" He asked.
"Yes, that'll do."
He vanished without another word.
Seras was walking around the destroyed mansion, wondering what to do until four o'clock. She was about to turn the same corner that she had been walking back and forth from since she and Wolf finished the graves, when she noticed it was only half an hour until four. Wow, pacing does pass time. She thought.
She headed to the basement to get her things from her room. When She got there, she began packing a bag with her extra uniform, her other clothes, and packed up her rifle. The Harkonnen was destroyed by a rocket that a Millennium troop sent flying in her direction, Instead of her, it hit the gun. But she still had her smaller rifle. She hoisted the bag over her shoulder, picked up a bag of ammo clips, and walked back up the dark, treacherous steps.
Suddenly, she remembered something. How could I forget that?! She scolded herself mentally, and sprinted back down the steps to grab the picture of her with her dad.
Alucard was already upstairs, waiting with Integra, and the other soldiers to leave for the old mansion. He was still toying with the Thompson in his hands. Suddenly, that dreaded Saxon walked into the lobby that he sat so idly in.
"Like my new arm, Saxon?" He pointed the silver-loaded weapon directly at Wolf's chest.
"Yes actually, I always had a liking for the Thompson Typewriter. A great gun to hold up banks with." He chided back at the Vampire king.
"Good one, Clyde." Integra laughed.
Seras walked up into the lobby with her belongings.
"Are you ready?" Integra asked her.
"Yup!" She squeaked.
Integra walked over to the soldiers, and called them to attention. "Attention!" Quite literally.
The soldiers lined up , and waited for orders. Integra told them of the situation, and where they would be going. And when. "...Right now, gentlemen. Move out!" The soldiers saluted, and walked out, towards the garage.
"Well, let's go." Integra said, and the rest filed out.
The two remaining APCs were already idling, ready to go, and the soldiers were loading the remainder of their ammo into the larger vehicle.
When the vehicles were loaded, they all piled into the smaller vehicle, and started down the street, dodging debris on their way. Luckily, many of the streets were still intact. As they progressed through London, all noticed several military checkpoints were peppered throughout the city.
"Alucard whispered to Seras, "Be on your guard. The military is sure to be a bit edgy."
Seras nodded, and told one of the soldiers to man the turret atop the APC. "Sergeant Richards, man the machine gun, and only fire when ordered to."
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." Climbed onto the ladder, and loaded the weapon.
A soldier in blue fatigues flagged down the APC's, And pulled them into a stop area.
Integra stepped out.
"Ma'am, please stop right there, I need to see some identification and a license to operate a military vehicle." He demanded.
Integra silently pulled out her black wallet and produced her ID, the licenses for both APCs, and a 'Royal press pass' given to her by the Queen.
The soldier saluted, "Sorry to have stopped you, ma'am."
"It's quite alright." She chided, and climbed back into the APC. The soldier signaled to another soldier, and he raised the gate.
"Lieutenant, turn on the radio, please." Integra said.
...(static)- Is under martial law. I repeat Prime minister Tony Blaire has executed an order approved by the Queen to put the city of London under martial law. I repeat, the city of London is in a state of martial law. The Neo-Nazi threat has subsided for now, but if you are stopped on the streets, please cooperate, and do not cause trouble. This is Allison Weathers with BBC news, have a safe day.
Integra's cigar fell from her mouth as she listened to the broadcast. She thought, Martial law. Oh god, this is pure Chaos.
Suddenly, she shook these thoughts from her head, and took charge. "Soldiers! Double your guard! Alucard! Seras! Wolf! Stay alert! Do not let anything slip past our defenses! If we're threatened, we do not threaten back! We respond with bullets! And we take no orders, except for those of the Queen! We do no favors! We are neutral!" She shouted.
Alucard grinned inwardly, and outwardly. This will be glorious!