A/N: Just felt like doing this one early, so lucky for you readers! Fighting's over for now, but in this chapter we introduce Millennium for real, and Hazama makes an enemy of Anderson. Enjoy.
They had the pilot fly the news helicopter over to a random stretch of wood near the outskirts of Rio, where they got off after Alucard hypnotized the pilot and made him forget about what happened in the last five hours.
They managed to locate the highway, along which they walked for the better part of two hours until they came across a motel. They asked for a room and handed the cashier a large wad of notes that was clearly more than what they needed to pay. The cashier understood and winked, signifying that they were never here and he never saw them.
Alucard picked the key of the counter and made for the room without a word.
"I don't know about you, but I could do with maybe a little somezing to eat." Pip piped up.
"Second it." Hazama agreed while Seras walked after her master. She opened the door, only to get yelled at.
"Go away, Police Girl! I have to report our findings to Master."
Seeing as Alucard made the decision for her, Seras sighed and went to get her largest and thickest coat to shield her from the rising sun.
Alucard picked up the phone in the room and dialed the number for Integra's office, a number only the Queen, the Knights of the Round Table and a select few others knew. The ringing tone barely sounded for a second before the call was connected.
"Alucard?" Integra's voice came in over the receiver. It filled Alucard with joy to finally be able to hear her voice again.
"That is correct."
"Where are you now?" Integra demanded.
"In the outskirts of Rio, a remote town called Saint Rose." Alucard grinned, eager to share the good news he bore. "My mission is accomplished, Master. I have the enemy's plans etched in my mind."
The slightest hint of a smile tickled the side of Integra's mouth. "Good work."
Alucard grinned slightly at the praise. "Ja."
"Report to headquarters immediately. I want a formal report."
Alucard was a bit surprised. "Oh? The Round Table putting pressure on you?"
Integra bit her bottom lip. "Things would be less stressful if that were so. The order came from a higher authority; Her Majesty, the Queen. She has summoned the Knights."
Alucard seemed quite amused at this development. "Oho! The Queen!"
Integra, however, did not see the funny side to it. "You think it's funny? It's not!" She added the last bit for good measure. With Alucard you could never be too careful when it comes to this kind of thing. "Return immediately. We cannot make her wait."
As an afterthought, she added. "Also, Section Thirteen is on the move. I have no wish for them to steal our thunder!"
"By the way, Integra, did you enjoy watching the battle? Did it-"
Alucard was interrupted by Integra who was blowing into the receiver to simulate static. "Kssh… Sorry serv -kssh-, it seems that –kssh- connection at your –kssh- is breaking –kssh-. Just get back –kssh- now!" With that, she hung up.
Alucard looked at the receiver in confusion, then shrugged and placed the phone back on the receiver.
Hazama, Pip and Seras were inside a fast food restaurant. Seeing as it was still quite early in the morning, there were not many people in the establishment. There was, however, a silver-haired man in a stylish red coat making a fuss with one of the cashiers.
"What do you mean this joint doesn't serve pizza? What kind of self-respecting food outlet doesn't sell the greatest invention since the wheel?"
"I'm sorry sir, but this is a burger bar, not a pizza parlor." The teenage guy at the counter explained in a thick Spanish accent.
"Then make an exception! I'm a paying customer, so just whip one up and I'll pay!" The red-clad man said without a hint of remorse despite his every intention of running off without paying once the pizza changed hands.
"I'm sorry but we really don't have the ingredients to make one!" The teenage guy was practically pleading for him to leave.
The man in red was not having any of it. "Manager! I wanna speak to the manager of this joint! The guy at the counter isn't giving me satisfactory service!"
"Nice coat. Where'd ya get it?" Hazama randomly interrupted, cutting off the cashier's protests and pleas for mercy.
The man in red immediately forgot about his pizza upon being complimented on his style. "It's custom made. Nice to see someone around here that appreciates real style."
"Reminds me of my colleague, only he looks better in one."
Red coat guy locked his icy blue eyes with Hazama, who only gave a foxy grin. "Yeah? Well, what does your friend have to say about these?" he exclaimed as he drew a pair of handguns, one white and the other black. All the people in the restaurant saw fit to scream and some even ran out.
Hazama raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Actually, he also packs heat like that, even down to the color. But it's safe to say his guns are bigger than yours by a long shot."
The other guy's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he spun the guns in his hands and thrust them back into their holsters. "That so? Well, I'll put all my money that he doesn't have something like this!"
This time, he pulled out an eight foot long broadsword. It had an intricate hilt, a demonic skull complete with horns sitting atop a ribcage, the eyes on the skull seemed to glow with a soft red light. The blade was razor sharp, the light glancing off the cutting edge. The rest of the people ran out now.
Hazama stared wide-eyed at it and let out a low whistle. "Now that's new." He muttered. Pip and Seras had mysteriously disappeared but the two men were too focused on each other to care.
"How about we kick things up a notch?" The man said, swinging the sword up such that it rested on his shoulder. He made for the jukebox in the corner of the restaurant and pushed a button while proclaiming loudly; "Let's rock!"
The jukebox did not start playing music. The red coated man sighed heavily. "I said, let's ROCK!" He punched the machine hard, so hard that the casing had a large dent in it. Now it worked and it was playing 'Fucking Hostile' by Pantera.
The two men dashed towards each other and clashed. The red-clad man was surprised at Hazama's strength for he was holding back his JRPG-ish sword with a pair of freaking butterfly knives.
The two men basically ran around the restaurant fighting, thrashing the whole place and generally not giving a damn about it anyway. Pip and Seras walked back out of the kitchen and was about to call Hazama and get him to go back with them as they had not found any food but saw that he was occupied and decided to wait.
They stopped just as the jukebox played the last few seconds of music it would ever play. "That was quite a workout and I've worked up quite an appetite. See ya around." The man in the red coat walked towards the door and kicked it so hard it flew off its hinges and traveled for some 200 feet before smacking into a pasty skinned girl's head. A bronze haired guy who looked about seventeen and was even more pale than the girl ran to her side and started to cry out in a high-pitched girly voice, swearing revenge on whoever did this, but was really too much of a fairy to do anything to the culprit.
As the man left, the three Hellsing operatives just stared at him and tried to comprehend what had happened, then decided to forget it ever did and went back to the motel.
Upon arrival, Alucard told them that they had to get back to England within the day so they were going to steal an airplane, earning much protesting from Seras and Pip who said that it was plainly impossible.
Suddenly, Alucard turned his head towards the door and snarled 'Judas Priest…' Hazama beamed and ran to the bathroom with a comb and some hair gel he stole from Tubalcain during their fight.
Anderson kicked the door open and snarled; "Fee, fai, fo, fum. I smell the blood of vampire scum!"
Hazama then booted the door to the bathroom open, but his hat was off and instead of his usual grin he had on a grave and emotionless expression. He wore shades and his hair was slicked to the side with a lot of hair gel into a seven-three haircut. In other words, he looked like Agent Smith.
"Long time no see, Mr. Anderson…" He murmured in a monotone voice and drawing out the last syllable.
"Whit are ye talkin' about? Last time Ah saw ye was barely ae week ago." Anderson said in confusion.
"Why so serious, Mr. Anderson…?" Hazama continued, still keeping up with the act.
"Wha… Ye be a looney. Never mind. Ah was sent here tae give ye Protestant scum a ride home. There be a Vatican airstrip disguised as an agricultural one thirteen kilometers to thae north. There is ae small jet plane there with its engine warmed up for ye. Now I best be goin' before I rip all of ye to pieces."
With that, Anderson turned to leave. Everyone stared at Hazama who took the shades off and put his hat back on. "What?"
"We best head for the plane. Her Majesty is waiting." Alucard announced.
The ride on the plane was uneventful as the lot of them decided to sleep.
The meeting in Buckingham Palace was already underway as the four operatives entered with a dramatic flourish. "How nice to see everyone gathered here…"
"Who are you?" One of the Knights called out.
"Alucard, give your report." Integra demanded, answering the question.
Before Alucard could begin, there was uproar in the room as everyone was quite sure Alucard was male. "Order! Order!" A voice called out. Despite it belonging to an old lady, it still carried the pride and authority of royalty. Silence reigned.
"Alucard, why are you… dressed like that?" The voice came out again, pausing a little as its owner struggled to find the words that would carry her point across while at the same time not offend Alucard.
"It is a punishment bestowed upon me by my Master, Sir Integra." Alucard replied while bowing low.
"Well, change back to the form we are more accustomed to. It seems to be quite distracting to the male attendants of this meeting."
Alucard did not need to be told twice. His shadow distorted and rose to cover him and when they receded, Alucard was back in his seven-foot tall male body, complete with the trench coat. He seemed ecstatic to be free of his punishment as he started hollering and whooping, finishing his little celebration with sliding on his knees while playing an air guitar solo, much to the chagrin of those gathered.
"Alucard, are you quite done? Need I remind you that you are in the Queen's presence?" Integra muttered with a scowl.
Alucard ignored her and made for the Queen.
The Queen's bodyguards shouted at him to back off but he ignored them, stopping in front of the Queen. Alucard kneeled and she talked to him for a bit before Alucard rose and began his report for real.
"Once upon a time, there was an insane SS Major who wanted to form an army of undying soldiers, a military power that cannot be destroyed. It was eventually realized through his insanity and bloodshed."
"That's what Millennium is about?" Integra inquired.
"Correct. But fifty-five years ago, Walter and I thrashed those plans." The statement brought a smile to the elderly butler's lips.
"However, " Alucard continued, "They never gave up on their ambition. Everyone forgot, or wanted to forget they existed. But this organization went underground, carefully nursing its ambitions and grew in power slowly over the years.
"Now they're close to perfecting their research to create vampires. They'll have an entire battalion, an army of undying, inhuman soldiers. It's like the comeback of Siegfried's mythical army. The remnants of the Third Reich; 'Letztes Battalion.'"
There was much commotion around the table regarding the revelation, but was interrupted when a young boy with cat ears appeared out of nowhere. "You knew all zat from drinking Tubalcain's blood?" They boy spoke with a thick German accent. "Hmph. Ze useless fool."
A man(woman?) priest(priestess?) drew her gun at the same time as Pip, making to shoot the boy, but he claimed that he was but a special envoy and hence had no intention to start a fight.
"Special envoy? How'd you get in here? Walter?" Integra fired off the questions one after the other.
"All our defenses are intact, it seems they haven't been breached."
"Zose can't stop me, I'm everyvhere und novhere at ze same time. Now pay attention, I have un important message from mein kommandant, the Major, to all the representatives of Britain und the Watican gathered here." He announced while producing a small flat screen TV.
Seras seemed quite shocked that Millennium had one so young within their ranks, but saw fit to return the greeting the boy gave her.
He pushed a button on a remote control and the screen turned on, revealing the Major, who was looking up the skirt of a plastic figurine. Everyone was shocked at the display while Hazama snickered.
"Hmm? Vat? Its on?" The Major quickly put the figurine away and knit his hands together. "Sorry about zat. Ze Japanese craftsmen, zey are much skilled in their craft, to be able to add such detail. But I digress." He was cut off by the sound of gunshots in the background.
"Major, zat's quite ze commotion you have there."
"Indeed. It is wery hard to work with superiors who are weaklings. But I haf dealt vith ze problem. It is nice to see you again, Alucard." He smiled, but it was ugly, like a misshapen buttock turned sideways ugly. Sorry for putting that image in your head =D.
"Nice to see you again too, Major." Alucard returned the smile.
Integra was not into such formalities. "What is your aim?"
The Major's answer shocked all of those gathered. "Aim? We do not have un aim. I merely seek to sawor the endless joys of zis var, ze next var, ze var after zat, and all ze vars zat follow!"
"What? So you mean to say that you attacked and killed so many innocents for nothing?" One of the Knights asked in outrage.
"Shut up. It has been a long time since I have talked to a woman so do not interrupt, boy!" The Major spat out the last word vehemently.
The man was rather taken aback at the Major's outburst.
"Ze ends justify ze means, or so Michiavelli argued, but I do not care about zat. We do not haf an aim because zat means we can use vatever means we vant, in other words," The Major snapped his fingers. "People like us exist."
The camera changed to show an old man with three stars on his shoulder. He was bound and gagged with a sigh on him that read 'I am a defeatist' in German. Laying next to him were two other old men, each with two stars on their shoulders, both dead.
A large group of maybe fifty vampires, all dressed in the Nazi uniform lunged at the man, tearing him to little pieces.
"Finish him off. It is too troublesome to haf him turn into a ghül."
Stunned silence reigned supreme. Everyone was shocked at this display, except for Hazama who was picking his ear.
Maxwell was the first to speak. "You freaks are insane."
"Leader of Section Thirteen, Iscariot. You lot are as insane as ve are."
"Maybe we are, and not as upright as you think." Maxwell replied, emphasizing on 'upright'
"I am wery grateful to your god für preserving mein insanity, but let me ask you this; who do you think vill be able to preserve your god's sanity?"
Maxwell gritted his teeth and was about to spit something back but was cut off by the Major.
"Ve're the SS of ze Third Reich. How many people do you zink ve've killed? Ve are death stalkers, ve live un var and wiolence! Insane, you're only saying zat now? Your comment is late by fifty years!"
"Wery vell, bring it on! Come at me vith your full strength, but don't expect too much attention from mein. My enemy at the moment is not Section Thirteen but Britain! The Knights of the Round Table! But you can say that my enemy is the rather cheerful looking man over there." The Major pointed to somewhere behind them.
Everyone was stunned as they saw what he was pointing at. Alucard was sitting on one of the bodyguards who was on his hands and knees, drinking a blood pack while playing another air guitar solo. The bodyguard's face was bruised heavily and his sunglasses smashed. The other guard was nowhere to be seen.
Alucard looked up. "What? His speech was boring."
"Enough. Alucard, shoot him." Integra ordered.
Alucard got off his ass and brandished the Jackal, shoving it into the catboy's mouth and bowing his head open like an overripe melon filled with blood and brains.
"Special envoy? Surely you jest. Declaration of was? Balderdash. You and your underlings are merely cowardly terrorists! I have heard enough of your meaningless tripe. We shall enjoy wiping you off the face of this earth. Prepare to meet with the full force of our retaliation!" Integra continued.
"You are afraid, Fraulein. But you attempt to hide your fear by saying zose vurds."
Integra scowled as he saw through her guise.
"You really are a güt master. Now I understand vhy Alucard follows you."
As he finished the sentence, the remains of the catboy, blood, brains and all vanished without a trace, much to the astonishment of everyone gathered except for Hazama, who was leaning against the wall and had dozed off.
"Vell zen, ze next time we meet shall be on ze battlefield. Auf wiedersehen!"
"SERAS!" Integra screamed. Seras shot at the little screen with a rifle that appeared out of nowhere, indiscriminate of who might have been behind the screen.
"Lady Hellsing? Alucard?" The Queen called out. They turned to face her.
"This is an order. Destroy those bastards."
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is a bit dull, but it is needed to advance the story. I also put in a couple of references, one very obvious devil hunter and another not so obvious Mary Sue and sparkly vampire. I plan on continuing this series after the events of Hellsing by going on to kill the Volturi in Twilight, so look forward to that. As always, leave a review so I can work on your suggestions.