Heinkel cracked the window and lit a cigarette. She was half tempted to put on the radio for something to listen to besides the thoughts running through her mind, but she never could get used to the music that was all too often played on the radios. She carefully tucked away her lighter in her coat, far away from the guns that she always kept concealed.
She was already running late picking up Yumiko. Her meeting with her superiors in Iscariot had gone longer than they had expected. Whatever was going on, they needed to be prepared. They were speaking of bringing Yumiko and herself to working with Father Anderson. Not that Heinkel normally would have minded, she had the greatest respect for the man who had raised and trained her. But Father Anderson often got into situations that often got normal human beings killed. But if it was the will of GOD, then Heinkel would endure it.
Heinkel could see the outline of Yumiko standing in front of the church as she got closer. She pulled along side of the road and shut the car off.
“Wie geht’s?” Heinkel asked with a smile stepping out of the car. “You ready?”
Yumiko had almost given up on waiting for her friend to come. Heinkel was two hours late. Again. She sighed heavily and stared at the bags in her hands once more. Sure, she was tired of standing, but it wouldn't be proper or polite of her to sit down in the middle of the road.
I really wish these places had benches outside, she thought a bit guiltily. Of course, Yumiko berated herself immediately after thinking such thoughts. I bet Jesus didn't have a place to sit most of the time, so why are you complaining?
She almost cried out in joy when that familiar car sped down the road. Immediately, she straightened and smiled brightly.
"Heinkel!" she exclaimed when the woman got out of the car. Don'tcomplainaboutherbeinglate, don'tcomplainaboutherbeinglate--
Heinkel couldn't help but smirk. "The meetings ran later than expected. There is much going on with the activities of Hellsing and Millennium.You could have sat down somewhere. It's not like I wouldn't have been able to find you." It wasn't like Yumiko was hard to find…all Iscariot members stuck out like sore thumbs, herself included. Providing, as the only nun wearing priestly vestments, Heinkel had made it tricky for herself to blend in…
She took a bag from Yumiko and opened the backseat with her free hand. Setting the luggage down Heinkel turned back to Yumiko. She would need to debrief her partner.
Heinkel dropped her cigarette to the ground and stamped it out under her boot. "Hellsing has been quite active in South America. The vampire Alucard killed many innocents in the Hotel Rio. The Millennium Organization has also made themselves known. But we are still dealing with trying to catch shadows." Heinkel leaned up against the car. "From what our sources say Hellsing has employed a group of French mercenaries. That is what we are up against."
Heinkel looked at Yumiko from over her sunglasses. "So are you ready Yumiko?"
She nodded, trying to take in all of this information. It often got a bit hard to keep things straight when you were so often cut off from the rest of the world. In this situation, being an "undercover guard" often meant that people would just shove Yumiko into the nearest convent where she wouldn't cause trouble and very conveniently forget about her until Yumie was needed.
Though Yumiko didn't really like this system, she wasn't in any position to be speaking out against it. Iscariot was the only family she had. She had to do what they wanted, of course.
"So...I guess we have our work cut out for us, huh Heinkel?" Yumiko said as she rubbed the back of her head a little nervously. More violence. Ew.
"Of course I'm ready," she added and sighed, dreading the answer to her second question before she even asked it. "Umm...when am I going to have to wake up Yumie again?"
“We always have our work cut out for us.” Heinkel replied. She resisted the urge to light another cigarette. She hated it when her hands were idle. The constant desire to move was something that Heinkel always had trouble with. Sitting still just wasn’t something that she benefited from.
“Yumie will not be needed until we have further orders from the Chief.” Heinkel replied smoothly. She mentally checked to make sure that she had left her cell phone on in her pocket so that he would be able to reach her. “Or unless we manage to find ourselves in trouble.”
Heinkel smiled softly. She knew that Yumiko hated the carnage that Yumie thrived in. But then, Yuimko was an innocent, where as Yumie and Heinkel were not. Heinkel was already well aware that the blood on her hands would never be washed clean, even by the Savior’s blood, she was too much of a warrior. But perhaps it was for the best, the demons of Hell needed to be destroyed as well, didn’t they? And who else but a Warrior of GOD could do that work?
“We should get going.” Heinkel said straightening up. “Our plane back to headquarters leaves in a few hours, and it’s hard enough getting through customs between the two of us.”
The thought of Yumie being brought out again made the poor girl extremely nervous. To say that the carnage she wrought made Yumiko "a little squeamish" was like saying that the Holocaust was "kind of a bad idea."
She shifted in place, rubbing her hands together. Yumiko couldn't even begin to believe that those hands had killed so many. I wonder if I'll go to Heaven when I die, she thought, a distant look on her face. Or will Yumie cause me to get dragged down to Hell?
Yumiko opened her mouth to mention this to Heinkel, but then decided against it. Heinkel had enough to worry about without being bothered by such trivial manners as where Yumiko would go when she died. Shutting her mouth, she sighed and nodded to her partner with a smile.
"Right! Umm...you--you have her katana, right? You know how Yumie gets when she wakes up and it's not there," she said a bit nervously. Part of her was hoping that Heinkel would say no, she didn't have it. Yumiko didn't want to see that thing ever again.
“Of course.” Heinkel replied, hiding her eyes once again behind her sunglasses, ending the conversation. They were going to end up missing their plane if they kept talking like this. She opened the car door, “Let’s get going.”
She gave a quick nod and carefully climbed into the car, shooting a look over her shoulder at the church. God, she hoped that it wasn't going to get bombed or anything...
"O--okay," she said quietly as she settled into the passenger's seat. "Look, Heinkel...I don't want to do this," she whimpered. "Seriously! Can't we just not use Yumie for this one, at the very least?"
Heinkel turned the ignition and put the car in drive. She lit herself another cigarette, rolling the window down so that the smoke wouldn’t bother Yumiko too much. She wished she hand an answer for Yumiko.
Well, she’d try her best. “I hope that we do not need to use Yumie. I pray every day that I do not need to use the weapons that have been given to me. But God has other plans. We are Agents of God, Yumiko. You must be strong.”
Heinkel sighed inwardly. She never was one for sermons or inspiration. Those were more of Father Anderson’s strongpoint. Or even Bishop Maxwell. She didn’t question why she did what she did. It just needed to be done and she had been chosen by GOD to do it. It was wrong to question it.
“Listen.” Heinkel looked over at Yumiko. “Yumie can stay asleep unless we’re in serious trouble, okay? I think all we have to do is get information, so Yumie may be able to stay asleep…”
Yumiko licked her lips and nodded again. She wrung her hands in her lap again and decided to stare out the window at the passing landscape to try and distract herself.
"I understand, Heinkel. Thank you," she said once Heinkel appeared to be finished. "I'll--I'll do as I'm told..."
((Ooops. Wrong journal. >.<))