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[Feb. 18th, 2006|08:36 pm]
The Order of Hellsing
Tuesday night, 22:00 hours. Walter finishes cleaning the dishes from the nights supper, and begins his final preperations before bed. Seeing as how his mind was free from most needs of cognizance, it began to wander. He began thinking of his younger days, when he had more adventures and less cleaning to do. His mind slipped further away as he made himself ready for bed...

~Mid Winter, 45 years ago...

Walter was roused from his slumber by a sharp pain on his forehead. Grogilly opening his eyes, he saw the Captain squatting about 10 meters away, casually tossing a small pebble in the air. The Captains real name was Benjiman McKnight, but everyone just called him the Night Captain, or Captain. This was the first mission Walter had worked with him on, and he seemed capable enough in his own right. Sitting up, Walter quickly brought himself back to his surroundings. They were on a secret, as usual, mission in central Germany. A crucial weakness in the reichs defenses had bene revealed, and they were there to exploit it. They had set up a small under-snow temp base after landing in the early hours of the morning. Speaking of which...

"What time is it, Captain?" Walter intoned with only a slightly sleepy slur.

"Jus' abou' ten," He said with a slight cockney accent. "We figured it'was abou' time ta wake you up. We need ta get an early start."

Walter just grunted his acknowledgement, stood up, and walked out of the makeshift cave. Outside, the other five soldiers in the Spec Ops team were cooking up a small breakfast over a low burning fire. It looked like most of the food was already gone. He grabbed a hard boiled egg, quickly chowing it down.

"Gonna starve at that rate, kid!" Walter turned slightly towards the voice. It was Fish, so called because of his strange habit of puffing out his cheeks when he was thinking.

"Not today, and cut with the 'kid' stuff, will you?" Walter briskly replied.

As Walter had turned back towards the leftovers of breakfast, he heard the muffled sound of a bullet impacting, and then the sound of blood being splattered on the snowy ground. As he whipped around, the decimated skull of Fish hit the ground with a muffled thud. Instinctively reaching for his razor wire, Walter dropped to the ground. Suddenly remembering Arthur's request of Walter for this mission, he reached for his sides instead. Arthur had devised a new weapon for Walter to test: A medium range yo-yo with his standard razor wire as the connecting string, and retractable razor blades on the wheels. Walter cursed himself for letting Arthur talking him into using these rediculous things. Sure they might be effective, but not nearly as efective as his usual multi wired system.

Walter quickly advanced to take cover behind the nearest stand of trees towards the right of the direction of the shot. As he did so, all he could think was 'TRAP' The pre-mission data had shown no patrols that came anywhere near this area. The Captain came out of the tent, saw the body on the ground, and needlessly ordered his troops to get down and be quiet. The teams sniper was already assembling his own gun, and the rest of the team had side arms drawn, waiting in the early morning shadows. Walter looked to the Captain for the signal, and got it. The rest of the team fired a few shots from their silenced 9mm's in the direction of the enemy sniper, and Walter quickly moved 100 feet to his left.

Walter quickly released the safteys on his new weapons and advanced towards the snipers position. Soon enough he spotted him. He was sitting in a camoflauged tree stand, searching for the rest of the Captains troops. He would be oblivious to Walters approach as long as he was quiet enough. And of course, he was. The sniper died from decapitation before he knew had the chance to take another breath. Walter slowly walked back to the camp...


Walter awoke to the ringing of his chamber bell. The Lady Integra required his presence. He looked at the clock, 5:37am, odd hour for her to just want a friendly chat.

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From: integraty
2006-02-20 12:47 am (UTC)
((Nope! You're fine!))

Integra stared at her desk and the pile of papers that rested atop it. She hadn't been able to sleep again and decided that it would be far more productive to actually do something instead of just lie in bed for hours, so she'd started to look over reports from her men. Again. She was searching for anything that might explain what exactly Millenium's goal was in this situation.

It had taken her a while to decide whether or not to call Walter. She never normally did this so early in the morning, of course, she knew that he needed his rest, but...she needed to talk to someone about this and was either Walter or Alucard. The choice was fairly obvious.

Folding her hands beneath her chin, she glared at the paperwork with tired eyes, willing it to come into focus as she waited for Walter to arrive.
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From: waltershinigami
2006-02-21 01:51 am (UTC)
As Walter quickly clothed himself appropriately; even if it was 5am, he must look his best; he thought to himself which tea the Lady would need to settle herself down. She had not been sleeping well lately, and often needed the herbal teas to allow herself to sleep even a little.

Walking up the steps to her office, Walter finished putting the silver cuff links into his pristine white gloves. He was sure the Lady Integra had a good reason for calling him this late at night, but that did not mean mean that she could ignore her own physical needs. He sometimes had to be a little more forceful with her when she refused to care for herself.

Walter quietly opened and shut the door and calmly approached the desk at which Lady Integra was sitting. "Are you feeling alright, Sir?"
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From: integraty
2006-02-21 02:14 am (UTC)
She looked up, sliding her large glasses onto the bridge of her nose once more. Integra couldn't help but feel a little bad for waking up Walter this early in the morning.

A small, weary smile flitted over her lips at the steaming cup of tea he held in one hand. He knew her too well, of course.

"I apologize for waking you up so early, Walter," she began, "But I fear that I'm not doing too well because of all this." She sighed heavily, massaging her temples. "Not only has this whole Millenium business put me on edge, but I fear that I'm growing too paranoid for my own good because of those damned brothers." Her eyes slid closed for a moment. "It was just...far too easy for them to break in...what if it happens again?"
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From: waltershinigami
2006-02-21 02:30 am (UTC)
Walter quickly considered the ramifications of another penetrating attack, and decided not delve into this possibility too much with the Lady.

"We would destroy them without pause or mercy, they can not stand against Hellsing." He intoned with defiance in his voice. "However, at this point in time, we should be focusing upon the reconstruction of the mansion and it's defenses." He paused, taking a minute to consider his masters disposition. "Sir Hellsing, you do not look well, shall I prepare you some tea and warm your bed? It might do you some good to rest your body and put your thoughts to rest for the moment."
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From: integraty
2006-02-21 02:45 am (UTC)
"You're right, Walter," she said in response to his first comment, "Repairs need to be finished as soon as possible. Those mercenaries, though...I don't trust them." She forced a small smile. "I never really did trust the French..."

However, that strained smile turned into a grimace at the thought of sleep. She hated going to sleep when there were such pressing matters at hand. Especially when she was this paranoid.

"Thank you, Walter, but I really don't think that I'll be able to sleep at the moment," she muttered. "Although tea would be nice, I have to admit."
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From: waltershinigami
2006-02-22 02:20 am (UTC)
Walter himself had been keeping an eye on the French Mercenaries, but was sure that they would not betray them.

"They are mercenaries, Sir, and I doubt very much that they would turn their backs on us before the job is finished." He replied. "Especially while they have not received the remainder of their fee."

Walter walked over to the cupboard on the right side of the room and brought out Sir Hellsings teacup. Placing it on a saucer and bringing it back to the desk, he inquired, "What kind of tea will sate your appetite this morning, then?"
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From: integraty
2006-02-22 03:39 am (UTC)
"Anything is fine," she said, waving a hand vaguely in the air. "What's that one that always wakes me up? That would be fantastic." She really was exhausted at this point. It was taking all her willpower to keep herself awake. It was far too early to be falling asleep again.

"I suppose you're right about those mercenaries, though...that head one seems to have developed a fondness for the police girl, however twisted," she said quietly and flipped the page open to Pip Bernadette's profile. "He isn't very professional but I suppose that he and his men will have to do until we can rebuild our own forcs again."
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From: waltershinigami
2006-02-23 05:06 am (UTC)
"Earl grey, then." Walter said with a barely discernable disapproving tone. "And considering the armory we have been able to supply the mercenaries, I believe they will do their job beyond our expectations. And considering our dear police girls state of living, I think she'll have no problems from the frenchman."

Walter quietly walked to the door. As he opened it, he slowly turned back, as if with afterthought. "Oh, and suggest that you not let this whole incident get your nerves too much, Lady. The answers will come in time, and for now, there is no need to fret over the infinite possibilities."

He closed the door and walked down to the kitchen. Setting the tea kettle on the stove, he sat down on the stool near the stove, contemplating the current defenses of the mansion. With the outer defenses mostly intact, the mercenaries would be able to defend against most frontal assaults with minor difficulty. However, they had not had to deal with the kinds of foes that the Hellsing battalions had fought on a daily basis. With only three dispensable Hellsing operatives having that kind of experience, another attack could mean utter destruction.

Walter shook these thoughts from his head as the tea kettle came to whistling boil. Putting the kettle and a few teabags on a tray, he made his way back up to second floor office. Putting the teabags into the cup on Lady Integras desk, he poured in the hot water and stirred it before handing it to her.

"Will there be anything else, Sir?"
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From: integraty
2006-02-23 05:18 am (UTC)
Integra folded her arms over the table and bowed her head slightly, only intending to close her eyes for a minute or two to get her thoughts straight and focus on what to do next. However, when you've been awake for nearly fifty-two hours, your body has a tendency to ignore rational thought and just do as it pleases.

This was exactly what happened to Integra. Her eyes slid shut and didn't open again. From a farther-away standpoint, you would think that she was merely deep in thought; upon closer examination, though, you'd see that her eyes had closed fully and her slow breathing pattern indicated that she was undoubtedly asleep.
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From: waltershinigami
2006-02-23 05:56 am (UTC)
Walter smiled to himself as he realized that the Lady was asleep. He put the cup of tea onto the tray, and covered Sir Integra with a blanket from the side board. Carrying the tray back down to the kitchen, he realized he would finally have the time to continue his work on expanding the mansions arsenal...
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