A/N: This chapter was written like last week but i wasn't able to publish it because of fucking exams, so yeah. In this chapter, Alucard goes off and kills Rip van Winkle, and Hazama goes AWOL to get stuff for a secret project of his. Enjoy.

"We received some satellite photos a few hours ago of the HMS Eagle, a new aircraft carrier that had been conducting an exercise in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean when a single helicopter attacked it. Look at what is painted on the deck." A rotund man with a bushy moustache and side-parting haircut said to Integra while handing her a few photographs.

Integra's eyes widened at the sight. It was the Nazi swastika. "Millennium… The Letztes Battalion…"

At the mention of those names, outrage broke out among the lesser officers occupying the room. Only Integra, Walter and the fat guy remained silent.

A few of the outbursts were directed at the overweight officer, saying that this was rather out of character for him as he was known to be down-to-earth and skeptical of things such as the occult, but he knew better.

He is Sir Penwood, one of the Knights of the Round Table and long time confidante of Integra. And by confidante I mean Integra buys stuff with his money.

"I don't know how much the queen trusts you, but you're deeply mistaken if you think that your special authority lets you do whatever you -" Integra interrupted a general, possibly the second-in-command, before he could finish telling her off.

"Oh, but my special authority does indeed let me do whatever I want when the situation is suspected to be Millennium's doing, and so it is. Please back out of the matter."

Penwood nodded grimly at the second man, indicating that this was indeed true. The officer scowled, but conceded. "Update her on the situation."

A third officer, this one holding a bunch of satellite photos, began talking. "After the incident, it reopened its communication lines after we tried to contact it several times, but it has yet to reply to us," He said, referring to the hijacked ship.

"We also conducted several recon patrols, but the crew did not respond either. It's as if the ship is completely empty, like a ghost ship." The man did not know how close he was to the truth with that statement.

"However, our latest reports reveal that there is a lone figure on the deck sitting under a sunshade. Two small helicopters from SAS are currently heading towards the ship to take charge of investigations and should be there any time soon."

Integra's face fell, feeling pity for the unfortunate soldiers aboard the helicopters. "Those poor men."

"What?" The general exclaimed.

"General, there is only one thing I can say about that."

"?"

"They're all going to die. All you have accomplished is the creation of thirty corpses."

This revelation caused the whole room to fall silent. The general initially wanted to ridicule her for such a statement, but the graveness of her tone coupled with the grimness of the statement told him that she was not joking in the least.

Suddenly, one of the radio operators yelled out in shock. "The helicopters have been set us up the bomb!"

The general's eyes widened with fear. "What you say? Were they shot down by the ship's weapons?"

"N-no, that wasn't it! It was the person on the deck, she shot them both down with… just one shot from a musket?"

"That does it! We have deemed this string of actions to have been caused by vampires and will take the necessary actions to deal with it. We shall take our leave."

As Integra and Walter walked along the corridor, they were discussing ways they could get at least one of their agents onto the boat and exterminate the infestation.

As they were running through the options and shooting them down one after the other, Alucard appeared. "But the fact of the matter is; you still have to get me onto that floating tin can. An impossible task it is not, unfortunately there is only one aircraft capable of accomplishing that feat."

"Alucard, where is the new agent?" Integra inquired, expecting him to be tailing Alucard. She had also wanted him to participate in the operation. Despite Alucard being able to take care of anything; being immortal and ridiculously powerful, one could never be too careful.

"He said something about working on a private project that could serve us very well in the near future and a little vacation from work."

Integra sighed. Although Hazama was slightly less annoying than Alucard by virtue of his ability to restrain himself in the presence of authority, he seems to be a little hard to control as well. Alucard would have to do.

"Fine, get on that plane and get rid of the Nazi scum infesting the ship. Now."

"With pleasure, Master." Alucard said with a toothy grin before vanishing melting into the shadows.

"Hmm… lessee… things needed for an orbital laser cannon powered by magic..." Hazama muttered to himself while walking down one of the streets in London's shopping district. The list he had was quite long and was recycled and adapted from his first attempt at making an orbital laser cannon powered by magic, the Take-Mikazuchi.

That thing was really powerful, being able to turn an entire country into a big smoking crater in one blast, but took four years to recharge.

He had other ideas for this one though. He intended to use it more defensively so wiping out the city he needed to defend as part of his job was out of the question, and then there was the thing about recharging. Well, he wasn't in any rush, so he could afford to make a few mistakes and detours.

Alucard was quite comfortable in the cockpit of the plane. It was the EXP-14LIE, an experimental plane modified from American SR-71 reconnaissance planes built for the sole purpose of breaking aircraft speed records.

He was cruising at an altitude of about 85000 feet and at a speed of just under mach 3 while a few fighter jets attacked the ship and are in the process of being shot down by the mysterious magical bullets. They were but a distraction so he would be that much less likely to be shot down.

Down on the recently rechristened Atlantic Naval Flagship of the Third Reich, Adora, the bridge was in uproar. After shooting down the three fighter jets scrambled to attack them, there was still another target on the radar, only this one was flying at 85000 feet and three times the speed of sound.

It was also not helping that the person in charge of their company was flipping out about some demon of some random hunt called Samiel coming down to give their asses a whooping of royally epic proportions.

"The enemy is descending rapidly!"

"What?"

"Shit, don't tell me it's gonna crash into the ship!"

The second in command of the company did not panic and instead fired out orders one after the other. "Engines, full speed ahead! Avoid the plane at all costs! CIWS! Put up a barrage, hurry!"

Rip Van Winkle added her efforts to stopping the madman piloting the plane, but it was futile. It was travelling too fast and the fact that it was nose-diving into them only meant that even if they shot it down, its broken and burning husk will crash down on them anyway.

The high caliber rounds from the heavy chainguns tore into the plane, tearing away pieces of metal from its frame. Rip's magic bullet swerved and danced around the aircraft, hitting it multiple times. Finally the plane exploded, garnering cheers from the crew of the ship.

But it was not meant to be. Shadows erupted from within the flames that enveloped the plane as Alucard recited the incantation to release his powers. The shadows took form, thousands of eyes snapping open as they morphed into hundreds of arms, their fingers clawing at the air, reaching for something to rip apart.

The shadows spread out and covered the plane, extinguishing the flames and forming into monstrous bat-like wings, guiding it to the deck.

As the big shadow-plane thing hurtled towards them after being blown up, the Nazis all looked on in shock, simultaeniously yelling out "WHAT THE FU-", but were cut off by the plane crashing onto the deck with a very loud boom as what did not explode during the gunfire exploded now, turning the plane into a fireball again while Alucard's maniacal laughter rang out over the roar of flames.

"Screws… check. Nails… check. Formula One race car engines… check. Jumbo-sized light emitting diodes… check." Hazama murmured as he walked through the aisles, throwing the things written down on his list into a shopping cart. He had stumbled across a store called Akumart. It claimed to sell anything and everything that there is or ever was, and so far it was living up to its claim.

He was nearly done with his shopping, missing only rocket fuel to get his project up to space and a little something to act as its power source, something he was sure to not find in this dimension, so he had to really rack his brain to find something that could act as a suitable substitute.

The magic he used back in his dimension ran on something called seithr, the remains of a failed experiment of his that floated around everywhere. He could make another one of that failure to create the seithr, but then he'd run the risk of killing the whole world and that was not something he'd like to gamble on.

He stumbled across a person whom he assumed to be the shopkeeper as he did not meet any other shoppers while shopping, which was odd as the place was rather large and sold everything from groceries to firearms.

The shopkeeper had hair that was the color of blood, as were his eyes which seemed to glow from within. He was wearing an apron over a black sleeveless karate dougi but was barefoot. Well-toned muscles rippled all over his body as he turned to face his seemingly sole customer.

"Hey, nice place ya got here. Ya weren't kiddin' when ya said that ya sold everything and anything that there is or ever was, huh?" Hazama said conversationally.

"I am glad you find that my services are satisfactory, but please let me know if there is anything that you need but are unable to locate." The man replied in a deep and smoky voice. This man reminded Hazama of a Japanese Alucard for some reason.

"Well, actually I am lookin' for a little something as an energy source…"

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, making him look all the more menacing. "The battery section is over there." He said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

Hazama grinned. The fact that the man narrowed his eyes meant that he may have exactly what Hazama was looking for. "Ya see, the energy source I'm lookin' for is… how should I put it… otherworldly."

The man nodded slightly, but he was still eyeing Hazama with some suspicion. "Come with me."

The man led Hazama to the breakfast cereal section, drawing more than a few questions pertaining to his sanity or if he was mistaken. He just ignored him and handed him a box.

The box had the shopkeeper's picture on it sans apron. He was holding a bowl of cereal and milk with one hand while the other was held above the bowl and spewing O-shaped and fireball-shaped cereal bits. The text on the box gaudily proclaimed; 'AkumOs! Now with red hadokens and extra Dark Hadou!'

Hazama raised an eyebrow at the shopkeeper.

"Dark Hadou is a very potent source of dark magical energy. Caused quite a few of my earlier customers to asplode from it as they weren't able to stand it."

Hazama focused on the box and now that he mentioned it, it did feel evil somehow, a bit like the Black Beast. Hazama grinned. "I'll take a hundred boxes of these."

On the Adora, debris from the crashed plane rained down, squashing and cutting up some of the Nazi vampires that were too close to the crash site, splattering the deck with gore. Through the fire and the flames strode out Alucard, his trademark bat fuck insane grin splitting his pale face in half while his eyes burned with anticipation for the imminent bloodbath.

Rip sat on the deck trembling with fear at the sight of Alucard. She remembered her talk with the Major when she was indoctrinated, remembered him telling her of the opera from which she got her namesake the Sharpshooter.

"Do you know the ending of 'Der Freischutz'?" The Major had asked. "Kaspar, the huntsman who taunted the demon king Samiel was dragged into hell and was thrown into its deepest pits. Those who play at being ghosts will turn into ghosts themselves. Be prepared, Lieutenant, for Samiel will also appear before you."

Alucard reached out slowly for her. She whimpered in fear, drawing away from the vampire's hand but her legs felt like jelly, not obeying her orders to get the fuck away from the demon in front of her.

The sound of fire interrupted her panicking as several bullets slammed into Alucard's back and head.

"Lieutenant!" The leader of her company of vampires called out. She was finally able to move, scrambling away from the ancient vampire behind her and to the 'safety' of her allies as one of the men fired an RPG at Alucard, blowing him to bits.

"Pull yourself together, Lieutenant! Is this how a werewolf should behave?" Her second in command shook her, trying to snap her out of shock. "The Major ordered you to guard the ship for just a little while longer, so until then you've got to do something!"

"Monsters!" Alucard's voice boomed out over the roaring of the flames, sounding like it came from the very depths of hell. "Products of insanity!"

Alucard was still largely intact but missing the top half of his head and a good portion of his torso. What was left of his body started to stretch and distort, snapping bones and ligaments and ripping skin as the Nazis looked on in horror. Finally his body dissolved into shadows, save for his hands and feet which fell lifelessly to the floor.

That was enough for the Nazis, who opened fire out of fear. Bullets tore through Alucard's shadows, but being shadows; which are known to be quite intangible, the bullets did squat.

"Bullets don't hurt him, use grenades!" Seriously, if bullets couldn't do jack shit what difference do you think grenades will make?

They threw grenades, they exploded, and Alucard turned up out of nowhere in his straitjacket and grew about nine thousand arms which went on to tear up the Nazi vampires. Told you so.

He left Rip alone though, so he could have some fun with her later(I leave it up to your imagination what kind of fun he wants to have with her.) and she was cowering in a corner with her musket, whimpering 'Samiel' to herself over and over while making puppy dog eyes.

Hazama paid in cash. Now you readers may be wondering how he got all the money to pay for the race car engines and cereal seeing as his job does not include cash payment, but he liberated certain assets from their previous owners for his own personal agenda. In simpler words, he stole it.

Tubalcain was dead, so there wasn't much to say. Dead men had no use for money so Hazama just took it and helped him spend it for money is meant to be spent, and he did remember something about Tubalcain calling Hazama his 'bro', and Hazama assumed that bros are generous with their monetary assets towards each other; and so he helped himself. He also had a lot of assorted gold accessories which Hazama pawned for cash, but the bulk of his funds came from the Vatican private jet.

The interior was well furnished with numerous gold ornaments and when Hazama looked at it, he thought that the rich and generous Vatican popes and all would be happy to give a poor man with no monetary pay some of their wealth. Even if they weren't, he figured that they were so stinking filthy rich that they could afford to refurnish the plane with no difficulty anyway.

And so he just took all of those things without a shred of guilt, not that he had much of a conscience to begin with seeing as he wanted to destroy the world, set loose one of his failed experiments to kill off 90 percent of the world's population and satellite-lasered an entire city for no apparent reason at all.

He strolled back to the Hellsing manor and was in the process of waiting for his purchases to arrive so he could start on his project.

A/N: Well, that's it for chapter 8. I can imagine this series ending somewhere around chapter 13, and the next chapter has the Major finally getting his blubbery ass onto his fucking blimp and invading London while Hazama gets ready for the big unveil of his project. If you didn't get the jokes about Akuma having a store called Akumart, you can find the picture on and as for AkumO's, look up Akuma on . So as always, please, man! I'm begging on my knees! Leave a review!