Somewhere in South America.
"Major, I ave studied zem head to toe. Zere is little to indicate how zose wings vere implanted."
Sitting upon a throne of sin was the acting commander of Lezte Battalion. The major.
"Ze Americans have created something rather interesting no?" Laughed a figure who rested against the leader's chair. Warrant Officer Scrodinger.
"Pff. The ones we went against zere pathetic. Birds or wolves, we could crush them easily with more soldiers." Said the Scythe wielding Zorin Blitz.
Above, the obese body quivered as the Major chuckled.
"And yet you couldn't eradicate more than forty percent of their forces. Despite how "weak" they were."
Zorin gritted her teeth, the man was right. Her detachment couldn't bring them down.
Zat fucking little dog, I knew Edward couldn't even handle killing a downed enemy. Because of him, we lost a good portion of ze strike team.
The white haired captain took a step forward, handing a document to the major."Ah, so we already have our forces in position. Good, I vas getting bored."
"Major! What of the research in zis place? You did want me to look at their accomplishments correct?" Asked the resident mad scientist, know simply as Doc.
"You will have your test subjects doctor. But do you not agree that it might be wise if we had souls that had been raised int zat place?"
"You mean that I can do it zen!"
The blond man rose up, his blond hair falling over one eye. He stretched his arms out in melodramatic fashion, as if it was some sort of opera.
"Yes! YES! Tonight, the eagle spreads it's wings! The winged Valkyries have landed amongst us! Under this moonlight, we break the division of heaven and hell by turning angels into midians!"
"So...I'm going back to America?" Max inquired at Alucard, who sat with his feet on the dungeon table.
"Yes, I have a mission for you." He replied lazily.
Max inside was actually very pleased to hear this. Her master thought her worthy enough to go on her own assignment!
"It's at the facility that you escaped from."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she nearly collapsed at that remark. Even after she had run away over an entire ocean, her past still clawed at her.
"I see."
"Walter has prepared something for you."
She turned around to where Alucard pointed. It was a large briefcase with the Hellsing symbol planted on one side, and a cross on the other. She carefully opened it, raising an eyebrow to her new gift.
Two engraved pistols. Each had the words : Hellsing arms Cumberbatch Mk1, written on the handle. The slides were covered in relief art that generally related to the church.
Max curiously grabbed one, finding them to be rather heavy. Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted her inspection. Walter pushed open the door, peeking inside to see how she was doing.
"Ah, so you've already looked at them. What do you think?" He smiled.
"They're uh, lovely." She grimaced, trying not to disappoint the butler.
"You can train with the police girl." Alucard muttered, going back to his partial nap.
Max groaned, not wanting to share a country with Seras at this point.
"You should practice with them though, I wasn't sure how experienced you were with guns, but these are fairly simple to maintain and use." Walter added, gathering the drained blood packs Alucard had used.
I don't know how to even fire these things. Why do they give me complicated stuff, I thought vampires fought with speed and fangs!
"Your flight leaves tomorrow at ten. Now's the time to practice."
"Right. Should I get that uniform on also?"
"Of course. I added some slits on the back so you can make full use of your abilities."
Walter of course, prepared for every and any eventuality. Something Hellsing would respect, and despise.
"Wow, Rome is really pretty!" Nudge gaped.
The two hybrids had been left to walk around for a little while while Anderson talked to Maxwell about where they'd be living. They were still in the vatican, looking at the huge cathedrals and grand architecture.
"Yeah." Fang sighed, "hey, you know, you don't have to come with me."
Nudge quieted.
"We're in this together. We've got to get Max back don't we?"
Fang looked down, then smiled a bit. He was glad to have Nudge with him, but still, this world they had entered was far more dangerous than the previous one. He wouldn't have another death on his mind.
"Oi, you two."
The hybrids were snapped out of their gazing by the easily recognizable Scottish voice.
"Hello father." Fang said, walking over to him.
"I've found a place you may stay, it's at the orphanage near the Iscariot headquarters. Father Renaldo will escort ya there." Anderson pointed to his fellow priest.
"We'll retire then if that's okay. It's been a long day."
"I 'ave somethin ta discuss with ya Fang. You may head off little lady." Anderson said.
"Well, alright. See you Fang!"
The two men waved in unison. Anderson asked Fang to walk with him fo a while. They strode across the Italian streets in quiet until Fang gained the nerve to speak.
"Something wrong father?" He asked the solemn faced Paladin.
"Indeed. It concerns Millenium, the organization that took yer friends."
A brief cracking sound echoed out across the empty road, Fang's fist nearly bled as he clenched it.
"I need to save them."
"That's harder than it might seem. We currently have little idea where millenium is stationed." He supressed a growl before moving on,"but onta' the reason I brought ya out 'ere."
The Paladin pulled him suddenly to the left. He led him through a small alley, coming upon a small metal door. Fang curiously watched as he knocked a few times.
"What's yer problem? Open the ruddy door ya sods!" Came a voice from within.
The hinges creaked as a blond man wearing glasses peeked out.
"Anderson, we've been waiting, the operation is about to begin."
Fang raised an eyebrow. Getting only silence in return from the holy men.
"This is section three, Mathew." Anderson explained, "In order to combat the unholy, they have developed a wide variety of anti-vampire weaponry. Most impressive is the regenerator technology."
"That's what healed your gunshot wounds?"
The blond man at the door readjusted his glasses and sighed.
"Might you walk and talk, we need to get going." He urged.
The pair entered the dimly lit room within. Sitting in the middle was something of an operating table, shaped like a horizontal crucifix. The boy was a bit shocked upon seeing this, looking back to the men for some explanation.
"If you are to truly work beside us, then you'll 'ave to fight. Consider this the first stage in becoming a true crusader, Fang."