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Walter leads her through the hallway and up the stairs to the third floor. He turns left, then right, then right, then left, and then right, only to stop in front of a mahogany door. Knocking twice, before a voice replies, "Enter."

Walter opens the door and walks in with Isyllt following behind him.

"I present Lt. Colonel Isyllt Dragutâ Fiica de Sânge."

Isyllt looks at Walter with a raised eyebrow. Walter then turns to Isyllt and moves his hand towards the desk, "Lt. Colonel, may I present Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing."

What the? A woman?

Isyllt narrows her eyes slightly at the platinum blonde haired female behind the desk in front of her, smoking a skinny cigar.

Integra folds her hands together, placing them in front of her on to the desk, which held several opened files underneath, and rested her chin on them.

Looking bored Integra states, "You may sit, Colonel."

Isyllt notices a chair close to the desk and proceeds towards it. It was an Old English styled chair with lion carvings. The chair seemed old and imprinted, due to the green leather seat being cracked. She quickly sat down, placing her back completely against the chair.

"You wished to speak to me Ma'am."

Crap...was I suppose to say sir? She's a female...so it should be Ma'am, but she has a title...aw shit...

Integra raises her eyebrow, "You may call me Sir, Ma'am, Lady/Lord Hellsing, or Sir Integra."

Is she a dike? She looks kinda manly...maybe she wants to be a man? Seriously, what's with the cigar?

"Understood, Sir Integra."

Integra nods her head and leans back into her own leather cased chair. She looks at Isyllt, noticing her uniform slightly crinkled, her face pale, and almond shaped eyes that were sliver grey-blue.

I didn't figure that she would seem so frail and tiny. Hmm...her files show that she is highly capable of dealing with several different situations.

Integra leans forward and stares at Isyllt, which was making Isyllt very uncomfortable.

Is she going to jump me? Why is she being so quiet? This is getting very strange and creepy.

Isyllt shifts around in her chair. She looks at Integra, who was staring at her very intently.

"Would you like some tea, Colonel?", Integra inquires.

Isyllt's eyes widen at the request, "Ah, sure."

Wow, that was so intelligent like. Great way to make an impression on Miss Creepy, who by the way happens to be my new employer, yay...

Walter quickly pulls out a tray, that seemed to have come out of no where. "We have an excellent selection, Colonel. I've taken the liberty of finding what types you generally like, when you do drink tea instead of coffee. Now, we have green tea and jasmine mix, lemon zinger, peppermint medley, and hibiscus with rose tea. What would you like, Colonel?"

Um...creepy, yup defiantly creepy. Okay, he took the liberty of finding out what type of tea I like? Who does that?

"Um, Peppermint Medley should be fine, thank you."

Walter nods his head and turns around.

Clink. Clack. Whoosh.

Walter turns back around and hands Isyllt a steaming tea cup.

"Thank you, Walter."

Walter nods his head and moves back towards the wall, seeming almost to fade into it. Isyllt looks down at her tea and then back up at Integra. She then brings her teacup up to take a sip.

"I've asked you to meet with me today because I wanted to know if you were a virgin, Colonel."

Isyllt spews her tea across the table, basically almost hitting Integra in the face with hot tea. Isyllt turns red in the face as what just happened comes to realization.

Shit!

"I'm so very sorry about that. You caught me completely unaware, Sir Integra. Um...I believe you asked if I was a virgin?"

Integra looks down at her now sprinkled tea marked files. Frowning at the mess, "Yes, are you?"

"No. May I ask why?"

Integra leans back, while looking at Isyllt, "You'll find out soon enough. Team Zulu is your squad, correct?"

"Yes, Sir Integra."

Integra nods her head, "Your team will go out with Major Madison as back up. You, Americans, are only here because Her Majesty has requested that it be so. Walter will tell you the details. You are dismissed, Colonel."

Isyllt frowns as she gets up, setting the tea down onto the desk in front of her.

"Sir."

Isyllt turns around and walks out of the room into the hallway. Walter turns to Integra, "Well, that went well."

"Walter, do you believe we will have trouble with her? I didn't think the Americans would send over a female."

"As far as I've found out about her, she seems quite capable in handling herself. I believe she'll take the information well enough, Sir Integra."

"Hmm, we'll have to see. Have Alucard stay away from her and her team. I don't want anything unsavory happening with the Americans. Where have you placed her?"

"I've set up a nice room in the old training house. Her effects have arrived before her and her team had, so I was able to set her room up. I do hope she likes the arrangement. I assumed you'd wish for her to be separated from the men."

Integra nods her head and puts out her cigar.

"How is the search for Millennium going? Anything new yet?"

"I'm afraid not, but I have found some information that is in both German and Romanian. I'm working on it as we speak."

"Very well, show our new Colonel where she'll be sleeping."

"Right away, Sir Integra."

Isyllt is welsh, it derives from Isolde (beauty to behold and blah)

Dragutâ Fiica de Sânge is romanian the rough translation is pretty daughter of the blood

Her name is weird, however, her name has meaning that ties into the story and who she is.

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