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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.
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?"
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?"
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."
"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."
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?"
"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."
"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?"
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.
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...