The desert encampment was in a state of unrest. The canvas tents, and sandy ground was the only comfort for the soldiers, who had no idea what the enemy was capable of. The Libyan organization of supernatural occurrences had no military force, and had to draw a small, elite group of the military to supply extra troops. The enemy, in fact, had yet to appear. The troops were told to expect the worst, and that they did. All one-hundred of the armed men were on their toes, either running drills, or keeping guard.
The Commander, Joseph Kanla, was thirty years old, six-two, dark-skinned, and wearing a beret was resting in his office, feet propped up on his desk when he got a call.
"Hello?...Yes...I'll be out in a moment." He spoke to the voice on the other side. The call was from the air tower on the outskirts of the camp. The Jet of the Hellsing organization was coming in for a landing.
The commander rolled down his sleeves, adjusted his beret, and began the walk to the landing strip.
Integra descended the small flight of steps, followed by Alucard, then Seras, then Wolf.
As the commander presented and welcomed the four , they all bowed slightly.
"Welcome Hellsing organization. I am commander Joseph Kanla, officer of this operation." Joseph said formally.
"Thank you, Mr. Kanla. I am Integra Hellsing, head of Hellsing, and general of this operation." They shook hands.
"Welcome to Libya, and welcome to-" He was cut short, when the jet behind them exploded in an inferno.
Five of "What the hell?!" was all that was audible above the roaring plume of flame that erupted from the plane.
When the smoke cleared enough to see, they could see at least twenty figures in great coats, gloves, and gas masks rushing the base, followed by a lot of shouting, and gunfire.
"Keep them away from the camp!" Joseph called to the group of soldiers that poured from the tents with L85s, and FAMAS assault rifles loaded with silver ammo blessed by the chaplain, who himself had come out to help defend this blessed place from the unholy beings.
Wolf with drew his MGs, and began to mow down as many troops as he could before his attention was ensnared by the large Panzer Four tank that came over the large barren hill that the attack was rooted from.
Alucard drew his casull and began to rip anything apart with hihs explosive rounds that dared to shoot at the Vampire lord.
Seras immediately ran to the smoldering remains of the cargo bay, and savagely ripped open a box holding her rifle that she had used in Badrick, and a box of ammo. She slammed in a clip and swung out the barrel, crushing the head of the oh so unfortunate Swastika-adorned fighter that was trying to stab her with a combat knife. After that little incident, she began firing at the large tank in her sights.
Integra whipped out her Beretta and saber from her suit case, and started to fight the ' Neo-Nazis,' having to dodge an entire ordnance shell in the process, which passed her, and pierced into what was left of the jet.
The sudden attack was going well for the defenders. There were only a few wounds so far, and no casualties. The attackers were having a difficult time holding their own. The only thing that kept them from having to retreat was the enormous fire power from the tank. But soon enough, that'd be gone with their pride.
The tank's turret was ripped in half, and the two gunners fell out of the torn metal and onto the sand. Seras was about to fire her second armor-piercing round when she noticed wolf running toward the base of the tank, and directed her fire at the last few soldiers who were grouped together, trying their best to win the losing battle.
Alucard silenced his casull and watched the Saxon jump into the hole that was created by the turret being removed.
There was audible shouting from the tank as the vampire silenced the other four soldiers in the base of the Panzer. The shouting stopped. The The pregnant silence broke with the sound of metal ripping and being torn apart like a cardboard box.
The fragments of the armor plating flew in opposite directions revealing Wolf lifting a Vampire dressed in a German SS uniform, TotenKopf and all. He threw the Officer to the ground, and as he scrambled to get up kicked him in the ass.
Integra shouted at the thin SS officer, "Hellsing controls the desert now." and shot him in the back.
She turned to the soldiers who had valiantly defended the encampment. "Burn the remains, and bag all the ashes."
"Very good..." The major chuckled to himself as he and officer Hanschun observed the fight with binoculars.
"They are strong now." Klaus thought out loud.
The Major let out a creepily giddy laugh. "Ha, yes Klaus, but the bigger they are, the harder they fall."
"But..." Klaus spoke.
"But...they mustn't fall yet. Not for a very long time. By then, the earth will be ravaged by this glory that is war, and we will be long dead, watching the endless opera play out from the deepest, darkest circle of Hell."
"And what an Opera it will be, Max."
"Yes. Simply to think of the perpetual Hell we are making makes me want to jump for joy!" He let out a vicious laugh.
"Let us retire for now, Major. There is much to plan."
"Yes, we have a busy day tomorrow."
"Is he ready?"
The Major paused a moment. "Yes, he is beyond ready. Now he has a personal goal to accomplish. That will fuel his rage, or cloud his judgment. We will simply have to wait and see." The Major said with a huge grin plastered to his face.
"I am sure that Kohl will be instrumental in our endless Krieg."
"Of course he will. His father taught him, and his father was a thousand times the soldier that any of us are."
"Wunderbar."
The men exited the large, glass room to plot their next move.