I do not own Hellsing, nor do I gain a profit from this. Beware, there is cussing.

"COLONEL! COLONEL! WAKE UP COLONEL!"

Isyllt gasps as her eyes open, blinding light burns her iris's, causing her to raise her hands to block the light.

"COLONEL, WE'RE HIT AND WE GOT TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, NOW!"

Isyllt looks around as she sees the aircraft burning and the rest of the crew already parachuting out.

"What the hell happened, solider?"

"Ma'am, we were on route, but then an unidentified aircraft came out of no where, quickly started to shoot at us, and we were hit."

"What's our location!"

"Um, Ma'am, I believe we're 30 miles from England, just below us is the Atlantic Ocean. We've already sent out an emergency signal to the Brit's. We should be picked up within an hour or so."

"What! We can't afford that! Our men will freeze in that water. Hell, I'll be a fucking popsicle that'll have to be chiseled out."

"Yes, Ma'am, but if we stick together and conserve our heat by making our bodies use as much movement as possible, but keeping our bodies together for heat, we might be able to make it."

"FUCK! Alright, let's go. We need to make sure that we far enough away from the crash site. I refuse to lose any of my men, is that understood!"

"YES, MA'AM!"

Isyllt and the rest of the team jump out of the crashing aircraft and plunge into the ice cold ocean. Remembering what was taught in training, she forces herself to retain the breathe within her and keep herself from freaking out from the contact with ice cold water. She quickly emerges from the water and blows out the air in her lungs. Inhaling slowly as she surveys her surroundings. Squads Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta were all together with a life jacket holding them up.

Isyllt recognizes her squad and swims towards them, "Alright, head towards the rest of the squads and stay together. You need to stay warm. If you start to loose feeling in your body, quickly warn us so that we can focus on keeping you conscious. I refuse to lose any of you. Now, MOVE OUT!"

"YES, MA'AM!"

They all swim to the group, quickly placing their bodies together. Some men were trying to keep a space between each other.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! DO YOU WANT TO LOSE A FUCKING LEG OR SOMETHING? GET IT TOGETHER, YOU DUMBASS MOTHERFUCKERS! IN THIS OCEAN, YOU WILL DIE FROM THIS TYPE OF TEMPERATURE. WE HAVE TO WAIT ONE WHOLE FUCKING HOUR BEFORE WE WILL BE PICKED UP, WHICH MEANS THAT WE MUST ALL PLASTER OURSELVES ONTO ONE ANOTHER. IT'S NOT FUCKING GAY FOR YOU TO DO THAT WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO FUCKING SURVIVE. NOW DO IT! OR I HOLD YOU IN FOR INSUBORDINATION!" Isyllt yells out as she swims closer to the squads.

"YES, MA'AM!"

1 hour later...

"THIS IS THE BRITISH LIFE GUARD, WE COMING IN! PLEASE STAY CALM AND TOGETHER AS WE PICK YOU UP!"

Slowly the Brit's get each of the soldiers on board and head towards the port. The medical team was already on board with blankets and supplies. Each person was quickly checked for hypothermia and possible frostbite. Once at the port, they were driven to the hospital for check-ups and to give a report on what had happened. Team Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie were assigned to the British police. Team Delta and Zulu were assigned to the Hellsing Organization.

The British police came and picked up the first set and Team Delta and Zulu waited.

"So...Lt. Colonel Sânge, when do you think we're going to get picked up?"

Isyllt looks at Lt. Colonel Robbins, "I have no idea Lt. Colonel Robbins, but I hope it's soon. I'm fucking tired and would like to crash on something soft."

The men chuckle behind her and Isyllt rolls her eyes, "Alright you horny pervs, laugh it up."

"Sorry, Ma'am, but it just sounds funny coming from you."

Isyllt smirks and just shakes her head. At that exact moment a large black metal alloyed cased van pulls up. The back doors open and an old butler looking type of man comes out. He slowly walks up to Team Delta and Zulu.

"Hello, I'm Walter C. Dolneas, the butler of the Hellsing Mansion. If you will proceed into the van, you will be transported to the mansion." He bows and swipes his arm slowly towards the opened door.

The squads look at Isyllt and Robbins, who look at each other and nod. Isyllt and Robbin turn to their squads, "ALRIGHT MEN, TIME TO HEAD OUT. GRAB YOUR STUFF AND GET INTO THE VAN."

The squads salute, "YES, SIR/MA'AM!"

The squads grab their gear and load into the van. Robbins gets in as Isyllt walks behind him, looking at Walter curiously. Walter smiles, "Lt. Colonel Sânge, Sir Hellsing will wish to speak to you when you arrive. If you will wait in the lounge, while I show your men where to bunk, I'll show you the way."

Isyllt narrows her eyes at him, "Understood, sir." Walter smiles and bows as he walks away to the passenger side of the van and gets in. Isyllt frowns and gets into the van.

"Hey, Colonel? Why do you thing the boss wants to talk to you and not also Lt. Colonel Robbins?"

Isyllt looks at Harker, who had sat down next to her. "I have no idea Harker, but I don't like this...not a bit."

The van drives off and Isyllt closes her eyes...