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I hate my job [Mar. 5th, 2006|02:46 pm]
The Order of Hellsing
[I feel |Tired]
[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: 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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