The old Mansion was furnished rather well, considering it was abandoned in the early twenties, had a television, and Television never really hit mainstream until the late fifties. Plus all the furniture was still there.
As soon as they came in, Alucard flew up to the roof, and switched on the old, but trusty backup generator, and the lights kicked on.
"What a mess." Integra muttered, looking at the dust caked on the estate's interior.
The soldiers began pulling supply crates into the main door of the house. There was no real service entrance. Alucard still had a mental map of the place, so he told everybody where to go, and what to put there.
The basement was just as dark, dank, and unappealing as the one in the larger mansion. The floors were damp, the lights were dim, or non-existent, and moss was growing on the walls. Alucard walked down the stairs, observing these familiarities, when he came to a room. A certain room that you would think was damaged in the attack on London, but was actually the doing of Alucard half a century ago. The back wall was blown out. The top half of the hole was letting the cold air through.
"Aaah, memories." He cooed to himself as he ran his fingers along the jagged, broken wood.
Suddenly, he came to the brilliant realization that he was bored with this place. Already, and again. Stupid mansion...no fun...van Helsing...Sasquatch... He thought. This room was doing nothing to entertain him, so he decided to go back upstairs.
Integra was continuing to go through her 'Manilla folder of demise' when she heard a rap at the door.
"Jamison, get that." She commanded the soldier.
He rose from his chair, where he had been sorting out some nearly-identical rifle bullets, and opened the door.
She observed him speak to a man, laugh, and receive something from the man, then close the door with an audible Thump. He approached Integra, and she could see that what he was holding was a telephone with a large antenna, and a large, boxy base.
"What is that?" She inquired.
The soldier responded, "It's a wide-range, single-channel telephone, from the queen. She had it sent here, because... well every telephone tower in London was destroyed."
"Thank you, sergeant." She spoke as she received the telephone from the soldier.
"No problem, ma'am." he responded.
She stood there in the parlor with a large phone in her hands, not knowing where to put it.
"Alucard!" She shouted.
For a moment, she stared at the floor in front of her, waiting for him to phase through the carpet, until she felt him behind her. She yelped, and spun around on her heel to face a laughing Alucard.
"Would you please not do that?!" She shouted at him.
He stopped laughing, and stared at her inquisitively. "Master?"
"What?" Integra retorted.
"Did you just ask me to do something?"
"I suppose."
"Usually, you don't ask me to do anything. You tell me to do everything."
She just stared at him with a 'shut up' look on her face. "Just tell me where my grandfather's office is, you Git!" She yelled.
Alucard snickered, and pointed to a set of double doors at the end of a hallway.
Integra walked away, into the office, to the desk, and set the monstrous communication device down on the oak, dust covered surface of her grandfather's desk. She breathed a sigh of relief. Damn, that's heavy. She thought.
She gave the machine a once-over, pushed it to the far end of the desk, pulled out the the line cord, and proceeded to plug it into the wall. At least that's what she would've done if the phone jack hadn't been about a hundred years old. Literally. Then it came to her, The phone towers are dead any way, All I have to do is turn it on. She did so, and a few lights flickered, and it was ready to go.
She was about to walk back out, when the phone actually rang. Perfect. She thought.
She picked up the receiver, and spoke in. "Integra Hellsing..." It was the queen "Yes, your majesty...well. I'm glad you're alright...Is that so?...Very well. Yes, I thought as much...Okay...Thank you, your majesty." She replaced the receiver. "Oh, bloody hell."
Alucard was lounging on the brown leather sofa that was all too familiar too him still in the parlor, and Wolf was on the opposite side of the room, absent-mindedly tapping his glove covered digits on the wall he was leaning on, while the soldiers either lounged around, or fiddled with their combat equipment.
Integra strode in to the room, and addressed Alucard. "Alucard, the queen just called me,and the Royal air force has already determined the location of Millennium."
Alucard applied his wide, shark-toothed grin to his face, and his blood red eyes widened.
"The Military is dwindling, and having enough trouble suppressing the ghouls, and pissed-off mobs of citizens as it is, so we can't recruit from the army this time. So we need military force for Hellsing." She stated, as Alucard continued his feral grin.
"Integra, do you mean..." Alucard spoke.
"Unfortunately, that is exactly what I mean. I need you to conjure up some familiars for us."
Alucard threw his head back, and laughed like a madman. "How many, my master?" He asked after calming down.
Integra grimaced slightly. "Enough to fight an army."
Alucard was speechless. Part of him wanted to hug Integra, and part of him wanted to go ahead and do a full blown Alucard laugh. Which was not what that last out burst could ever hope to aspire to. And so he did. Both of them. In that order.
After recovering from his laugh, Alucard went downstairs, and several minutes later, more voices could be heard from the basement. Seras walked in to the room to see what all the noise was. Then they came.
About fifty men in black body armor vests, and modern, black combat fatigues with helmets to match, and no weapons. A few of them with ski masks, and the word "Policia" on the front and back of their vests. They weren't ghouls. They looked exactly as they did before they were killed. Perfectly human. But their eye color was different from what it was in life. All of them had deep red eyes.
Alucard flew over them, "I present to you, the first infantry division of the official Hellsing army, my master." He boasted.
Integra was speechless. The perfect army, simple, easily healed, an combat ready. The look on her face was priceless. Then she smiled at the red-coated Vampire. "Good job, my servant."