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I hate my job [Mar. 5th, 2006|02:46 pm]
The Order of Hellsing
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[Bleeding to |Closer by Nine Inch Nails (Super Mario Bros. Remix)]

Integra sat at her desk, arms folded on the table in front of her. She was calm, outwardly, but she couldn't deny that she was truly worried about the incident with the Queen. She sighed, hoping that Alucard wasn't terrifying someone to death right now for no particular reason.

Running her hands through her long hair, Integra carefully studied her outline of the mission before her. This is too much, she thought with a sigh. This is far too much for me to take in one week. She finally lit the cigar that had been sitting beside her, taking a deep, calming inhale.

Now she just had to wait for Alucard to arrive with information and then breif those mercenaries. Integra grimaced. She hated this job.

From: capt_pip
2006-03-13 02:12 am (UTC)
Pip glanced over at Alucard for a moment. If the nosferatu was coming he’d have to make allowances for him. Alucard could do more damage than a hundred of his own men…it would be pointless to risk more lives than needed…if in fact they even came across anything.

“I’ll gather the troops needed.” Pip said to Integra. “We’ll be ready to move at any time.”

He turned and walked out of the room. Most of his men were already lounging about the quarters that had been reserved for the previous soldiers of Hellsing or at target practice. This fighting monsters thing was becoming more and more ordinary.

“Morning gents.” Pip grinned at the men he found in the lobby. “Who’s up for a little pest control?”
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From: waltershinigami
2006-03-13 02:37 am (UTC)
Walter had been calmly standing toward the back of his masters office, quietly observing the conversation. He nodded gently to Pip as he left the office, going off in search of his men. He walked softly to the large wooden desk in front of him, and put down the squarish black box he had been holding.

"Alucard, before you leave, you may wish to see what I have here for you."

He released the catch and opened the top of the box, easing it down to lay silently on the desk. Set into the black velvet were two rectangular metal pieces, one in black, one in silver.

"If the attack was perpetrated by vampires, then you will have to expect ghouls. These attatchments are mini flachette guns. They will be excellent weapons against the masses of ghouls you may face. As you can see, they attatch to the barrels of your existing pistols, directly in front of the trigger mechanism." He pulled them gently from their box, and pointed a small switch out to Alucard. "Flip this switch to fire them. Keep in mind, however, that each one has only two uses. The flachettes are made from holy silver, and will spread 10 inches in diameter for every 5 feet they travel. There are three extra cartridges for each device."

Walter put them back into their box, and handed it to Alucard. "Will you be needing me to stay, Lady Integra?"
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From: integraty
2006-03-16 12:58 am (UTC)
Integra shook her head in response and turned back to the papers strewn over her desk. She'd immediately pulled up all information on Nazis that Hellsing had dealt with in the past. It wasn't anything she hadn't already learned about from either Walter or her father, which was disappointing.

Pressing a hand to her forehead, she began to scan them again, dismissing Walter with a wave of her hand.

"Contact me when you make contact with the mercenaries, do you understand, Mr. Bernadette?" she called out after him. "I expect a full report."
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[User Picture]From: bloody_count
2006-03-16 04:56 am (UTC)
The Midian listened to the human prattle with bored nonchalance. He kept his lounging stance against the wall, wondering if his master would throw a stapler at him should he dare to yawn convincingly. A snerked smile, hidden.

But the briefing came to a close and Walter beckoned him closer. Alucard ambled over to the desk and peered down at the retainer's offering with a quirked brow. How he loved human toys! So much death, so much carnage.

Eying the weapons interestedly, Alucard picked up the black box, palming it in his large hand. Sensitive fingers ran over the weapon, marveling at its deadly beauty. Truly, the Angel of Death was quite the connoisseur of fine art. His shark-like grin appeared. "Beautiful, Walter. Superb."

He took the offered case and turned wine-scarlet eyes to his master, wondering just why she was bothering wasting his talents on this insane little mission. But he merely kept his tongue in check and said nothing, giving her a little ironic head nod and snerked silently at the mercenary's discomfiture. Roll in it, little goose.

But to Integra's order, he merely replied, "As you wish, Master," and faded from view.
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From: waltershinigami
2006-03-16 05:06 am (UTC)
"Nothing but the best, Alucard." Walter replied as the vampire faded from the dark room. He took the cold dismissal from Integra in stride and, bowing slightly to her, replied with "You know how to contact me if the need should arise, Sir Integra."

Walter walked calmly out of the room, softly closing the door behind him. He had a few small tasks remaining to him before he could see an end to this day.
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