ORDER 4

SYMPOSIUM

"Heinkel?" The Iscariot posse wereon the ground floor, M'Quve leading the group with one less member. The Bureau Director had stopped to look at the lkone regenerator at the back of the line of agents, straight to Heinkel as her fellow memebers moved out of the way. He narrowed his eyes at her with a grim expression, "They aren't dead. Not yet."

"AN' H'WHY NOT!?" laughed out the blonde, female agent.

"That thing… It wouldn't kill Sir Hellsing. It completel—"

"HE HANNOT H'WAIT H'OREVER!"

"I know! I know! Patience Wolfe! The tenth can wait—IT MUST!"

"H'OR WHAT!?"

"The No-Life King!"

Heinkel stopped, hissing at the mention of the long gone vampire. Chief M'Quve continued:

"We must wait! It can be years! Decades! CENTURIES! A MILLENIA! We must wait for the King of Vampires! We must wait until this Earth becomes a-washed in the sins of the foul! We wait until we have all monsters gathered! WE WILL SUCCEED IN THE TENTH! Would you strike now and forever miss our chance!? We have one shot! One weapon left! Would we use it now and risk failing for eternity!? Now…. Now we have an even better tool at our dispositition! Oh, great students! My friends and comrades! Oh art the heavenly host bless us today! A Horseman of the impending apocolypse!? But which one could he be! We will wait and see! Pit the Monster Who Rejects God against The Monster Borne From God! The Master of War drenched in red against this masked abomination from our Light! Yes…. This 'werewolf' is made from Our Heavenly Light. And since it is made of Him, it has been made blessed by Him. We may see this thing as a monster—BUT—it is we who are the monsters to it. We cause strife and grief to eachother—forget Love! This thing cannot see it in us! Humans were made to love, and we have not been very loving for a very long time. We are born with the inheritence of sin, and this beast sniffs it out. It's goal is to punish and banish the Sinful and damned. But, because we are all born with it, it will make no difference if we live our days as saints! If we want the tenth crusade to succeed… We must pit this Monster Borne From God against Alucard! Against Dracula! Against the immortal Impaling Prince! And when it delivers the blow to the No-Life King—WE WILL STRIKE THIS FIENDISH BEING DOWN! It may be born from the Light—IT MAY HAVE LIGHT—But everything about it is unnatural and Evil! The Tenth Crusade…. WE WILL WIN!"

The Vatican agents of Iscariot applauded and cheered, but were abruptly clapped short. Sounds of foreign shoes clacked on the tile of the floor, these steps belonging to Seras Victoria and the Iron Maiden in her old age. Integra came into view and smirked, her suit stained with some splatters of blood "Chief M'Quve… you're in high spirits despite the fact that we control The Ripper." Section XIII silenced their rejoicing and M'Quve stepped forward, clapping his hands "We are all too much thrilled, Sir Hellsing! This means less strain on our behalf if you can take up the majority of 'work'!"

"H'ont be hupid! It is our h'ission to hut a hop to the Un-Holy!" barked out Heinkel, shifting her green eyes to glare at Seras. The beady emerald orbs searched about as she gritted her teeth, all surrounding Heinkel watched "W'here is it!? Hoe us the Onster!" M'Quve sighed, "Calm yourself, soldier… Perhaps Mister Jack is shy— "

"Oh, but on the contrary…" said a soothing, lustrous voice.

Integra's smirk twitched as her icy-blue eye narrowed softly so. They hadn't seen it before, but Integra's shadow wasn't stationary. It was whipping about gracefully as if moved by an unknown wind. Rising up from the shadowy ash came a tall bodily figure, hiding its noticeable womanly features just barely under a grey frock overcoat. She wore something similar to the Victorian Era of fashion: an all grey outfit consisting of tight cloth dress overalls, riding boots, buttoned gloves, a satin dress-shirt, and a black neck tie. Contradicting the Victorian Fashion was some modernity. Buttoned into the tie was a silver cross. Punched into her earlobes were also Silver crosses, two separate symbols hanging from each; A white feather and a black rabbit's foot.

Her hair was tied very low by a lavender satin ribbon that matched her pupils. Upon her face were large, round, moon-like eyeglasses that, when catching light, could easily hide her eyes and eyebrows. Her lips, that were plush and plum-colored, thinned some into a smile. The Iscariot agents stared at the being, perplexed as to who she was. M'Quve stepped forward and gave a slight bow, "And to whom do I have the pleasure of meet- ?"

The woman busted into a hearty, raspy, short laugh that hicced here and there, "Friend, I am the infamous Jack the Ripper." In complete and utter disbelief, Heinkel marched clumsily forward and took a closer look, Integra stepped out of her way. "Hut hyour a h'woman!"

"Indeed I am. Who says I can't? I've made the proper introduction to mi Maestro, but not the rest in her good company. I am 'Jacqueline Van Ripper'." M'Quve sighed and took her hand, shaking it with a firm grip, "Hello, monster." She lowered her head some, the gleam leaving her glasses so that the Chief could see she was glaring at him "Forgive me, I don't like being touched. Especially by… humans."

"I'll make a note of that," said M'Quve.

"You better, Vaticano, " was Jack's response.

Seras frowned deeply already sensing the brattled competition between the two before shifting her hollow red eyes to Wolfe. Heinkel felt Seras' stare on her and responded with a glare and noisome hissing. Integra's good eye twitched and she came between her team and Iscariot's, "Stop acting like neighboring gangs of thugs. We're all diplomats, let's start acting diplomatic."

"Yes Master—" said both Jacqueline and Seras.

They stared at each other a bit, Seras seeming to disapprove of Jack entirely. The she-wolf merely smirk and shook her head. Jack walked away from the group, lighting one of 'Hendi Winzermans small cigars'—one of Integra's cigars— by a struck match "It feels too stuffy here, you'd better a good reason for waking me up."

Integra gritted her teeth and barked at the newly awakened member, "THAT'S MY CIGAR!" Jack simply shrugged and continued on to the upstairs floors, Integra stomping after her "I LEAD!" Seras shuffled some and moved her gaze from Heinkel, as Heinkel did the same, to Integra and Jack. "Wait, Master!" called out the Police Girl, following for Sir Integra. M'Quve sighed, "Are we dismissed!?"

"NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST!" commanded the sandy blonde Iron Maiden in which the Chief groaned. He sat down in a chair at one of the parlor rooms and sighed, "It seems this new member of Sir Hellsing's is quite the audacious one." Heinkel sat in the chair across him, crossed her arms, and nodded in silence. Another Vatican agent stepped forward, "This is the other weapon?"

M'Quve smiled slightly as a smirk, "She's no weapon, forget it. No. I know what she is now— Just a means to an end."

Jack stopped abruptly on the third floor and turned to her new master, giving her that same sort of glare, an oblique look to her pale-rose eyes as she gritted her canines on the cigarillo

"I don't trust that man. I don't trust any of them. Every word spilling from their mouths…- I don't like what they're thinking."

ORDER 4/ END