Integra's Office: 3rd Floor, West Wing (Only Walter, Alucard, and Seras may enter without permission)

OOC: I'm getting rather tired of people ignoring aspect of previous posts. I put four bayonets in Morph and four in Krahe, not sure where people are getting the idea I only threw one at Morph. Despite the fact that a pierced heart should have ended things then and there, I'll play along and put the final nail in the coffin.

Taking a deep breath, Father Anderson steadied his breath as pain continued to spread across his body. That damned vampire was a crafty one alright. Most of his chest felt like it was on fire, ravaged badly by burns and missing chunks of meat. His arms were in even worse shape, blackened and broken by the force of the explosion. Despite it all, the Paladin's iron focus kept him upright and outwardly stoic. Edward appeared to be relatively unscathed so Alexander had one less thing to worry about as the final abomination took a final act of aggression. Four blessed blades were already rammed into his chest cavity, the nazi was a dead man walking, or crawling as it were. The Killing Judge looked on coldly as his prey crawled towards him, apparently intent on some suicidal tactic just as his comrad had been. It would be child's play to put a final bayonet between his eyes but Anderson was in no mood for a merciful execution. He would make sure this thing understood the futility of his struggles and drown in a black sea of despair. "An tha Laird cast doon tha serpent. Twas cursed ferevar moore tae crawl upon tha earth eating dirt an filth as tha lowest o tha low. Such be tha sin o pride's repurcussions. Amen." As Morphine's hand gripped the Iscariot's leg and reached for the grenades the Executioner was already in motion. Cocking his free leg back he lashed out with a decisive punting kick. His heavy boot slammed into the nazi's face, hurling his limp form across the room and through the destroyed office doorway before finally crashing into the wall on the opposite side of the hall. The Sword Dancer smirked as the Millenium soldier's grenades detonated there, reducing their owner and a sizable area of the hallway to ruin. "Maggot. Let it be known Edward tha' any and tha' rises up in arms against tha chosen people o tha one True God shall be swiftly cut doon."

Edward grinned heavily as the Nazi was kicked clean across the room and exploded in a bloody mist with chunks flying everywhere. "Amen!" He looked around the room. The place had been torn to shreds. Black mixed with red. The darkness poured through the window as smoke floated up from the ground outside, and from the Office. "I think we're done here Father Alexander. The gunfire has stopped, and I sense no more lunacy." Edward walked over to the the blown out window and looked down to the ground.

((ok I have been away a long time so please bear with me, and yeah))


After Sir Integra left the library Travis shrugged it off as she went on to what he believed would be her death. He walked out the library and into a small battle zone. Not wanting to waster any bullets or energy he decided to sprint out of there at full speed to the outside. Once outside he realized that this was a full on invasion on Hellsing, probably to either kill or capture Sir Integra. He jogged to the side of the mansion and worked to make his way around the back. Though this had happened in the past Travis was surprised that Hellsing hasn't learned from their mistakes and improved the defenses. He would have to take this into note. Hopefully his next possible clients will not be as defenseless.

A bullet flew past Travis ear and he turned around grabbing on of his pistols and fired a couple rounds at a Hellsing agent who had his gun pointed at him. He couldn't afford to show mercy and anyone who raised arms against him ran the same risk he did of getting shot. But that was also a doubled edged sword for Travis as three more agents began to pursue Travis. He sighed and began running. He turned around the corner leading to behind the mansion where he entered the complex just in time to see the explosion and two figures come falling. Travis really didn't cared but he could any leverage he could obtain. He ran a little faster to try and catch the person but over shot catching range and instead the person fell on top of him and the other on the guards who were chasing Travis.
Though it didn't go exactly his way he stopped the person who he now realized was Sir Integra. "Fancy meeting you hear Sir Integra, and your welcome for breaking your fall. Now then if you can move I think you might have broken one of my ribs from impact. Not sure about those other blokes." He said waiting for her to attempt to get off of him so he could dust himself off.


((this will also be the exact post for the outside topic.))

Father Anderson did not bother to check on the status of Sir Hellsing and her bodyguard as Edward did. Instead he examined his arm again following the blast. Most of the muscle was gone leaving blackened bone and scorched flesh here and there. It would heal ofcourse but the process of annoying. Casting a sidelong look at his protege, the Executioner nodded once. "Aye, we've satisfied Maxwell's orders fer nao an Ah can barely withstand tha stench o this damned place any longer. We'll make full speed tae tha Vatican an report in. E Nomine Patri et Fili et Spiritu Sancte, Amen." with that the Paladin was gone, carried off in a haze of gold and far from the stronghold of the Protestant Knights. His mission, for now at least, had been accomplished.

====>Exit

OOC: short post, sorry guys.

Edward stood in the window. Father Anderson was happy as always to leave this godforsaken place. His gaze turned to the soldier still unconcious against the wall. He would be out cold for quite some time. It was of no concern to Edward. He turned his gaze to the horizon, the sun setting in the west, creating a golden hue. He felt Father Alexander fly by him in a golden wisp. Edward proceded to follow suit and flew off to the East, towards the Vatican, towards home.

Exit to: Limbo

Once Integra got to the open space that was once ner office she stood at tne entrance of the doorway to survey the damage. Much of the room it seemed would have to be replaced. Thankfully the painting of her father was a replica, and the original was elsewhere. However, other things would have to be replaced. As she started to calculate the costs in her head it started to hurt, and she felt like she needed something for it. Thats not even counting any damage to the room below if there is any.

Harold made his way down the hall leading to Integra's office. He made his way down the hall, or, well, what was still left of it. His boots clanked against the broken tiling down the hallway. Harold was of course, armed, but both armaments were holstered.

Harold did not move slow, he withheld a steady run. His aim was to get to the office, and quick. A series of emotions flushed through his mind as the battles of the past flew by in his head. This reminded him of Western Iraq. He was about to run past the door, but his eyesight took over from his daydreaming as he ran. He wheeled around and ran in the office, stumbling over a bit of debris before he got back on his feet. "Sir Hellsing, This is Lieutenant McTavish. I'm from the Wild Geese. I found my way up here to see if I can offer any assisstance..."

His voice trailed off as he stared at her wound. "As it appears I am already too late...

Integra turned to look at the mercenary behind her, and then went back to looking at tne damage in front of her. It is quite alright. It is best not to many people where in the room anyway when it happened. You can though gather as many of your comrades as you can to help clean up the mess though so we can start repairing. Walter is out of commission for now so i'll need you to also grab a tablet, and pen to jot down what we need to order. We cannot be out of work for too long or it will be used against us.

Harold looked around, surveying the damage as he grabbed a small notebook and a pen from his pocket. Quickly he wrote down several missing things, but his most notable addition to his notepad was "Guns, lots of them."

With that, he raised his head to blatantly speak "The other men are all out on furlough. On that note: We should launch a counter-attack as soon as possible. The sooner it is, the more effective it will be." He slunked his head back down to write down some more things in his notebook.

With a smirk and a bold gesture, he placed the pen and notebook on her desk, which was surprising still intact, and spoke valiantly "If Walter is out of commission for now, I myself am a cunning tactician, and could help with some planning"

She watched him as he set the notepad and pen down, and then adjusted her glasses.That is good to know then. You can receive your first test by devising a plan of action, and reporting it to me. However, since we have had back to back battles it would be wise to let some of the men recover fully before we put it into place. This means you will have time to think of something successful that will cause as little casualties on ohr side as possible. If you indeed are successful then I may use you again in the future. For now though let us let the others rest.

McTavish nodded his head. He spoke quietly as he said "Ma'am, I'm old school SAS. The word 'failure' does not exist in my dictionary; However, rest and recuperation will definitely boost morale... especially after these events."

McTavish moved behind the desk, picking up the overturned chair and setting it back on its wheels, gently. He brushed off some rubble atop the desk and tossed it in a general pile. Surely, he vacated from behind the desk, but grabbed a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up with his torch lighter and took a drag to which he spoke. "Cigarette, Ms. Hellsing?"

With a flourish and his usual smirk, Alucard phased through the bookshelves into the mansion, true to character, well after the attack was already finished. With heavy footsteps, he walked over to Integra's side and casually removed his hat, placed it over his chest and went into a low bow. His voice low and sorrowful, he simply added, "My deepest apologies, my master. I would have come sooner but what with your more recent hunger for battle, it would have been wrong of me to deprive you of your fun. How like that crazy Major to send such a destructive agent into our midst. Truly somethings will never change. Oh, how exciting? The remnants left over are but spent casings of a long abandoned gun. How after all of these times does that still seem so familiar?"

No thank you. Integra walked over to the desk, and picked up the notepad to look at what all the man behind her wrote down. As she was looking at the paper tne temperature dropped, and a tingling feeling went up the back of her neck. She waited till her vampire was done talking to address him. Perhaps because he is like you, and does not learn from his mistakes. She turned to look at him, and pocketed the notepad. You are late.

The Lieutenant held still as the dark entity phased through the bookshelves. He frowned as he felt chills. Even knowing of these vampires doesn't make being around them any easier. He always believed that their addiction blood would eventually take over their loyalties.. He wondered how long it would take this one to lose his sight between friend and foe.

Rather than speak, he kept silent as Integra gave Alucard a fair verbal beating about being too late.

Alucard gave a deep toothy smile as he enjoyed every moment of the war of wills with his master. That endless wit would never run dry which made his taunts all the more enjoyable. He almost could taste her deep seated fury. True enough, he didn't learns however as he decided to press on and get a little more of that blue fire that kept him the monster that he was. "Perhaps, my master. After 500 years, it still never ceases to amaze at just how unpredictable humanity can be. Such can be said for the distinct flavors between individuals like a sweet wine that only gets better with age. It only makes me wonder at just how much flavors lingers on through those veins that never cease to inspire. Such a gruesome prowess might quench my palette in a way that you can scarcely imagine. Perhaps maybe you might relinquish your hold on me. Set the dogs on our enemies which dare to march on our doorstep. After all, it is truly the best service that I can offer you, my master. Well, how about it. Just say the word and I can slaughter them for you, men and machines alike." His red eyes dared to goad her just to see what scathing response he might get.

You mean let you run rampent around the world again, and let all my grandfathers work be undone? I think not. We will discuss it however next week when we go on our trip. Not wanting to have every person working for her part of her personal life she merely hinted to Alucard what she meant. She went towards the lieutent, and handed him the notepad. I trust you to take care to order carefully. You'll find the number of our contractor down in the kitchen in the address book. You do not have to tell him anything except the office needs repairing. Do nit worrying about giving them money it will be handled accordingly. Now if you two wilk excuse me I will be in my quarters.

-------------> (we'll do our time skip of a week now, and sorry for the delay.)

(OOC: Tegra said it would be okay)

----> Hallways

Sane ran through the mansion looking for the man dressed as the bat, he would begin his search at Integras office since that would possibly be a good place to start, he easily got into the office and began to look around He doesn't seem to be here but that does not mean he didn't take anything he took one look at Integras computer and just stopped for a moment. He shook his head What is it ? just look through it already he face palmed You idiot we arn't good enough with computers to check if he took anything, and that was another thing he didn't take into account how good was this person at gathering information ?

He gritted his teeth as he left the room and walked down the hallway Damn it..first Integra gets kidnapped then we go to the wrong place and now a guy in a batsuit is out smarting us.. all the Jays felt useless C..come on lets just get on with this, he charged to the next destination.

---> ??????

====> London Airport, how we got in (because F*** you that's why) with permission.


Travis had infiltrated the Grounds with Crik as he did earlier. Oddly enough the grounds were lightly guarded. Which made it easy for Travis and Crik to scale the wall and climb into Integra's office. Travis knew that she had returned, and he just had to see her face. Especially when he was in her chair facing the window ready to turn around when he heard her enter. Travis had more reason than to gloat that it was his information that helped save her. He wanted to try one last time to get a business relationship with this organization.

Travis looked around as he petted a white fluffy cat on his lap that jsut appeared there for no reason.

Integra entered the office, and right away something seemed amiss. She looked around trying to see if she was possibly robbed or if someone was playing a prank. Then she tried to check with her senses if Alucard was in the room but nothing. Eventually she spotted the difference. Her chair was turned around which it never was unless she was in it. Every time she got up from it, and entered it was always in the same position. Who's there? Show yourself.

As Travis sat in the office waiting for the person who can probably have her pet kill him in a matter of seconds, he was in a train of thought. He began thinking off all the things he has done and what his life amounted to. All he ever did was either make someone’s life miserable or put them ahead of their competition. Granted he usually never had a dull moment in this line of work but he wanted something more. The longer he sat in that chair the more he began to think. His mind debated itself philosophically about whether it is better to live a life of excitement but always in danger or to fall into the normal flow of everyday life and have a false sense of security and safety?

Was it better to have money and everything he wanted in an instance or live simply? These questions plagued his mind and have been since he was attacked at his own home. He began to think on his parents. His job was almost there job in the respect of gathering information for someone to help them. But they helped their country out while Travis only helped the person who paid the most. Was it really worth the money to achieve no self-satisfaction? Was it worth saying that he was the best at his job and there was no other that could rival him? Was it worth ruining people’s lives, businesses, marriages, and well-being just for a large check? He never knew why his parents became spies or why they did their jobs without question for nearly thirty years. Was it out of a sense of patriotism or was it nationalism? Was it for the idea of keeping the nation prepared for its enemies every move or just because someone in power told them to do so?

Travis didn’t want to be told to do something for a trivial belief. Which is why he didn’t become a spy like his parents did. He enjoyed the freedom he had but at what cost? He really didn’t find himself happy unless he beat someone at their own game or completed a job without a single problem. His mind is one of the best in the fields he studied. He created the perfect weapon and tool. Why should it matter to him about emotions? He knew he was the best and he played his part in this world where the only way to succeed is to know your competition and being able to bring them down.

He did admit to himself that he had some satisfaction in knowing that he was a part of saving the very person he was going to meet today. Her work was sort of selfless in the fact that she was waging an underground war against a national threat. She couldn’t boast, couldn’t afford to let anyone know who didn’t need to know what she does. She just had her orders and did them with her head held high and believed what she was doing is right and just.
Travis came back to reality when he heard the door open and the women asked who he was. Travis spun the chair around and stopped when he was facing her. He then proceeded to say Hello Sir Integra, I’ve been expecting you.” Travis remained sitting in the chair knowing fully this would piss her off. But this is what he wanted. He wanted to see what was her breaking point, what she is capable of given the situation. He was sizing her up and her next words would hold more weight than she would ever realize. Travis knew this organization’s entire history was in a position to leak it to the media with reliable and solid evidence that would compromise England’s standing. Was this suicide? Maybe to a person who didn’t think like Travis it was. He knew all too well the consequences of all the paths he has the option of taking. He now sat there staring at her with a completely straight face.


ooc: The cat was a lie

Integra started seething with anger at the person that was sitting in her chair. It was her least favorite person. How dare he just waltz right in here acting like he is the bloody Queen of England. She took a few deep breaths calming herself down a bit before addressing him. Simply throwing him out though would not solve anything. Instead she would find out what his purpose was for breaking into her mansion. What do you want?

Travis smirked at her anger. "That's the wrong question, Sir Integra. It's never a matter of want, it's always why. why is it that this organization remained secret for so long? Is it your sense of duty to your country that you do this? But I am not here to ask questions. I am here to simply tell you. Your trust in people will be your undoing. If I recall correctly it was a new recruit of yours that kidnapped you. Should I also add that a team you had in Tokyo was compromised and everyone was killed after following a false lead?" Travis said. He had his reasons for saying this information. Part was to once again get Integra to her breaking point, and the other was for a client. He had more questions to ask but he wanted to hear integra's reaction to things.

Integra wanted to roll her eyes at him, but instead opted to stay calm while in front of him. She had no idea what it was exactly he did other than what they were able to dig up, but she gathered that he most likely had a lot of enemies in the global governments. He most likely wanted to get a rise out of her, and luckily Integra had been trained well by her servant, and had a good amount of patience. Then again Alucard usually knew what the limit of the patience was. None of those things are any of your concern nor are they any of your business especially if what you say about Tokyo is true. I truly am sorry, but you are wasting your time here.

Travis had cut her off in mid sentence. If it wasn't my business then you wouldn't be standing here right now and you would still be rotting in that brig in the Antarctic. Travis said almost feeling that this would peek her curiosity. Though she was right to a point it wasn't really his business. Though it still was because he still found out the information. If only she knew the information I had. It was obvious to him that they have yet to find out about their Tokyo team.

Integra raised an eyebrow at the statement about Antarctica. Three questions came up in her mind. How did he know she was down there, was Walter or Alucard notified, and if so why did they not act sooner. The other thing too he mentioned about their Tokyo branch made her curious. If something had gone wrong they would have been notified already. Then again hardly anyone came into her office save for Walter to conduct business, and they were most likely gone looking for her had notification come in. It seems there was some things she was going to have to check out on her email as well as incoming mail. Very well I'll bite. What involvement did you have with my rescue?

"The man who saved you is a very well armed Vigilante from the states Code named Batman. He's a client of mine who was investigating your kidnapping. He was at a stop and he contacted me. I had many dealings with him and he is very good for business. I gave him the information in regards to the ship you were and he went and saved you. It was my information that ultimately saved you. I was actually going to give it to one of your employee's but Batman contacted me first." Travis said. He knew that she would believe him because it is very hard to forget a man running around dressed as a bat.

It took her a while to register the fact he did business with a lunatic who ran around in a bat costume. For a while she thought he would be a very good person to have business with, but now she was not so sure. Anyone who did business with someone running around in a costume was most likely mental. Then again the masked weirdo was helpful during the situation, and gave her a way to contact Alucard. Even if he was a walking poster for mental instability. Interesting. To think I thought I had to worry about something there for a minute. Now I just see though you're just desperate, and you like to play pretend.

Travis sighed. He had expected more of than saying he was in business with a lunatic, especially since she deals with the supernatural. "Well at least my Lunatic is an praised sensation in the United States. Where as you people keep away in hiding expecting that this war you fight will end or Millennium to attack so you can find meaning to your existence." Travis said as her a newspaper from Gotham with The Batman on the front cover with a recent capture. "The police work with him freely, they even have an signal that they shine when they have a case that they can't solve or need help."

Travis checked to see if something he planted a while ago when he was last here was done doing it's job via his cellphone. He noticed he need only stall a little longer before he is done with Hellsing unless Integra decides to hire him. "Maybe I should touch on the fact that your organization has harbored many people who betrayed you. I remember a news reporter that was found murdered with her camera man and the tape was altered to show a shooting. Now normally that would be fine but the thing is she is highly well known for her reports on the Supernatural happenings and even touched on an organization that hunted vampires and had some surprising footage of the Hellsing Crest. My point in all this is that you are very bad at finding information. The VWAT from the states was disbanded after a mission in Afghanistan. Iscariot, has run ins with the other sections but still existed for this long because they gathered reliable information. That vampire attack when your pet vampire went to Ireland, Iscariot was there first and killed the vampire before you men even entered the building. Your lack of a proper and thorough background check resulted in your most recent kidnapping.

She chuckled at all of what he was saying, and honestly she wanted to flat our laugh in his face. However, she had to keep some composure, and she put her hand up to hide her smile. Integra took a deep breath before addressing him. You also seem to be lacking information. That was not a betrayal. I ordered Alucard to kill her, and the camera man. It was a group of vampires who were filming us when they lead us into a trap. As for Iscariot they weren't allowed to be in that area of Ireland since it was protestant territory. It was against the treaty we had made with them. A treaty which regularly gets broken. As for this most recent adventure nothing came up in our search about Ridl. Trust me when I say Walter does a thorough background search, and I plan on personally overseeing their practice later on.

"One of your own men was apart of that group, and he was listed under your payroll." Travis said. "That makes it worse that Iscariot wasn't even supposed to be there. What that tells me you have a horrible response time over area's that you are suppose to be protecting." Travis looked down and noticed it was just about done. It also seemed this was proving futile to stay much longer. All he had to do now was wait for the download to a flash drive finish and then he could leave. He was sad though he had hoped for another client but he didn't tolerate being made a mockery. He knew a person that would be very happy with the information Travis was getting as he spoke to Integra. "It's quite astonishing really that I, a mere information broker, Single handedly made a mockery of all your security measures. As I speak right now I have just pulled the greatest amount of information right now.' Travis said. "You really need to learn how to properly size up people." Travis grabbed the flash drive and pocketed it. The download was complete and he obtained one half of the things he wanted to obtain. The other was probably out of his reach now.

Integra hated to be scrutinized over how she ran her organization. It was like having one of those old coots telling her what she was doing wrong. Instead of being grateful they were still alive only because of her men who gave up their lives to keep them and their families from becoming mindless ghouls. The information broker had amused her long enough, and she amused him as well already. Now there was no need to go on, and quite frankly she was getting tired of him. It seemed before Nagi was killed for his betrayal he must have weakened the firewalls. She would have to get someone to strengthen it again. Integra reached for her gun, and took it out of the back of her jeans. She brought it up, and aimed at his head. I believe you've over stayed your welcome here Mr. Collins. You may choose to leave in whatever fashion you deem appropriate. Just get out before you meet the same fate as others in the past. Trust me. That reporter was not the only one I had to have killed.

Travis smirked at all the times he was in this situation. Before Integra could even blink Travis was already in front of her and grabbed her wrist and twisted it with enough momentum to break it in order to get the gun out of her hand. Now in Travis's possession he then moved for a roundhouse kick to hit her square in the chest. Once she fell beck from the force Travis aimed her own fire arm at her. "Like I said before you should really learn how to size people up properly before you dismiss them so easily." Travis said as he shoots her eye. He reached into his pocket and threw an explosive Arachnus at the window behind her desk. He quickly detonated it and moved towards the window. "Children shouldn't be playing with guns, Integral." He took the gun and quickly dismantled it. He then threw the pieces out the window all in different directions. HE wanted to say one last thing before leaving the estate. "One last thing, I would look into your finances and see where your money and the government funding really goes. " With that said he jumped out of the window and left the estate. He needed sometime to prepare for the retaliation he knew he was going to receive from Hellsing. He just needed to make sure he gets the information he just got to his client first.

=====> somewhere

Last thing she knew was he was sitting in front of her, but then he was suddenly right in her face. He grabbed her wrist, and twisted it roughly making her let go of the gun. She grimaced in pain. She had not experienced this kind of treatment since the time her uncle tried to take over. Then she felt a hard kick to her chest causing any air in her lungs to leave her. Integra fell to the ground gasping for air holding her chest. That was when he shot her in the eye, and it took everything in here to not scream out from the pain like a little girl. She looked up at him with her remaining eye, and wanted to lunge at him to rip his throat out. Before she could get enough air in her lungs though he took apart her gun, and threw something out the window which then exploded. Now she had smoke in the air adding even more difficulty. Finally she got enough breath to scream out at him as he left. I'm going to make sure you wished you never messed with my organization. Coughing up hard she slowly got up, and pressed the button to call Walter in the kitchen. Walter. Water. She paused for a moment to gasp for air again. And some pain medicine. Possibly a wrist wrap, and some bandages. Integra let go of the button, and collapsed onto the ground trying to get some air. Her wrist hurt, and her chest hurt especially. She could take being stabbed, stabbing herself, cutting herself, and being shot anywhere else on the body but this was something different.

--->: Neko's journey of awsome

Jay was back from his little trip into London or what was left, as he returned to the mansion he wondered if anyone noticed if he was gone but his thought was interupted by the sound of an explosion OH COME ON he groaned I swear we better get a discount for the amount of times we fix this place. He charged through towards the sourse of the explosion and he heard a gun shot Wait..this is he was in front of Integras office, he kicked oppend the door.

He suddenly stopped in place, seeing Integra wounded made him loose it for a moment I..nteg.. his voice barely escaped images suddenly flashed infront of his eyes but he shook his head Integra! Running over to her, sadly he didn't know what to do and he panicked W what do I do !? he held onto her wrist trying to check her pulse but did it wrong NO PULSE !?

------> Perimeter of the mansion (Permission was granted by tegs to enter)

The former agent had finally made it up the wall and into Integra's office. That's when the shit hit the fan for him. Integra was downed, bleeding heavily and one of her soldiers was beside her. "Damn... I can't let you die on me." Bayman sprinted over to the wounded leader of Hellsing, kneeling beside her. He checked her pulse in a hurry. There was nothing at the moment. "Fuck... I can't let you die on me." Bayman reached into his jacket and pulled out a small medical container and opened it. He scanned the contents quickly before pulling out a syringe labeled "Adrenaline." "Administering Adrenaline." Bayman stabbed the syringe into Integra's chest to get the heart jump started, even if it would only last for a short time, it opened a window for her to survive. "You." Bayman addressed Jay. "I need you to carry her to a medical facility so I can operate on getting that bullet out of her head. We don't have long."

Working <---

Bursting through the door, Walter came upon a bloodied Integra and a dumbfounded Jason with an unknown man. Shoving the vampire and stranger aside, he took the Hellsing leader in his arms. "Sir Integra, remain calm. I will not let you die. Jason, alert all medical officers available to meet me in the infirmary. Take care of this uninvited guest afterwards." Before he even finished speaking to the operative, the butler had already rushed out of the room and towards the infirmary.

---> Infirmary

(OOC) Permission given to move her.

Jay turned around as his ears twitched Who the ? the man was already sprinting towards Integra, he assumed the man knew Integra since he heard him "Fuck...I can't let you die on me". He could only sit by as this stranger was apparently helping Integra, it was painful for Jay to be of no use, well he could help Integra but she would end up being a vampire. He was about to lift Integra but was shoved out the way by Walter wha..uh y yes sir he ran towards the phone and called the medical staff.

After he put the phone down he turned his attention to the unknown man Okay..who are you ? he asked as he moved closer to the man, a part of him sure he wasn't a foe but something in him was telling him to be on guard.

Bayman stood as Walter walked off with his wounded master in hand. The former agent turned his attention to Jay. "My name is Bayman. I served in the spetsnaz airborne division some years ago. I have plenty of combat and medical experience. You are probably wondering why I came here and aided Integra... you see, as of recent by means unknown; I can barely remember anything past my escape from military prison in Afghanistan. Only fragments, bits and pieces... names and faces. One of them was Integra... I need her alive so I can learn more about myself... She seems to be a big piece of it all and if she dies, my leads are gone. I have no intention of killing her. Enough talk, I need to get to the medical bay and preform that operation on her eye. Every second we sit here, the odds of getting that bullet out of her head while she's alive drops. I don't care if you hold me at gunpoint, I need to learn the truth. If I fail... then your free to kill me. Deal?" The former agents eyes seemed to show a seriousness about everything. He really didn't remember much.

Jay listened to the mans story and rubbed his chin as he began to think it over, he saw the seriousness in the mans eyes, it didn't seem like he was lying. Okay he rubbed his chin once more After Intega recovers a bit I'll see about you talking to her he looked at the man up then down How the hell did you get into the mansion anyways ?

Bayman began making his way to the exit of the the office, fixing his suit tie. "I was outside the mansion grounds when a massive explosion came from this office. I had assumed that it was Integra's considering that she's the most valuable asset of Hellsing and sure enough it was. I climbed up here with the motives previously mentioned. We can't waste anymore time." The former agent pushed opened the doors, heading towards the infirmary. He could see the trail of blood leading to it.

Exit to --------> Infirmary

(OOC: Time Skip of one week has been taken.)

Integra was finally back to work. She hated having to stay in her bed doing nothing while she recovered. It still angered her that she let that bastard Travis do this to her. Now she had to train even harder to make up for the lack of vision. This eye patch was a nuisance it bothered her to no end having this along with her glasses. Perhaps it was time to get some contact lenses for her remaining eye to make it easier. Integra could just hear those buzzards talking about her behind her back. The lapse in security, and not able to handle herself. Sir. Penwood was the only one to visit her out of all of them. He was always so kind to her. With a sigh she took a sip of her delightfully comforting Irish breakfast tea, and began looking over the mornings paperwork. Maybe later on Walter could make some Shepard's pie.

Dawn had just started. The sun was rising as a private corporate aircraft entered the air space over Germany. Inside the multi-million dollar craft was a cabin that could be described as similar to Air Force One of the United States of America. It was equipped with a conference room with video conference capabilities provided through a Cisco smart projector that was in there. There was a birthing compartment that had beds to accompany up to nine guests and a master cabin that was for the President.

Rufus woke up to the sunrise. He had spent the last day relaxing and doing some paperwork for his corporation. In order to keep his company in good light he decided to personally visit London as he writes a check to help with the rebuilding. However as those who knew Rufus personally this was only a ploy. The truth of the matter was that Rufus had bought out some weapon manufacturing plants and power plants that he was going to have torn down and rebuilt to service the ShinRa Company needs. He was also looking to pay the people who attacked his company’s headquarters a visit and discuss their future. He had taken the liberty of having a member of the Turks send them an issue of Forbes Magazine that featured Rufus as its cover story. The article offered basic biographical information on Rufus. It also featured Rufus’s rapid expansions since he took over as well as some “leaked” plans. Those plans were actually false and only Rufus and a select few actually knew. Rufus’s plan was to intimidate his competition and try and force them into a technology race with ShinRa.

He went to the bathroom on the craft and took a quick shower and put on a black button down shirt with white pants before sitting down at a desk with a lap top on it. He booted up the lap and began working on the quarterly reports that he was expected to give at a live press conference to his stock holder’s even though he was the majority holder. After about two hours of going through information he gained through accounting and his board of Directors he had about a quarter of the report finished.

He moved to the conference room because he had a video conference scheduled with a prominent member in English Society. This member was known for his influence in the military and owning several private weapons warehouses and factories. Rufus was only interested in one factory however. This factory was in a contract with a private group that is supposedly a para-military security group. Normally Rufus wouldn’t but it was the name of the group’s history. Supposedly they were contracted only to a single noble family. Never took on any other contracts. Only that one person, and on top of that the person they are contracted too has no file or record of being of any importance to warrant such an extensive security. Rufus had an idea of the real identity of the person and would use the factory as leverage in his meeting with them.

Rufus sat down at the head of the table as the newest member of his bodyguards set up the conference. The picture showed up of a heavy set man with a moustache. Rufus initiated the conversation. “Good morning Sir Penwood, I believe you already know why I am calling you?’

“Of course Mr. Shin…” Penwood began say before Rufus cut him off saying “Rufus.”

“Pardon me, Mr. Rufus. And yes I do know, but I am afraid that particular factory is not for sale,” Penwood said rather firmly. Rufus smirked and thought to himself what a fool Penwood was saying no to him. Rufus opened a file on the table and took a couple of seconds before speaking again.

“I would beg you to reconsider but I already know that you don’t have any choice.” Rufus paused before continuing. “I’ve had some of my associates gather information on this group that the factory in question is contracted to. In fact the group doesn’t even exist. So why is that you are selling weapons to a group that is imaginary? I might also add that this group has supposedly seen across the world breaking into buildings and shots being fired. Now that is all rumors but there was no media coverage on the shooting’s that happened.

“Well, I am offended that you would question on of my clients on their validity. I can assure that this is an important client and they would be very cross if I suddenly sell the factory to an out of country company. I do have a choice, Sir, and I am not selling it to you. Good Day.” Penwood said and was about to stop the conference but stopped at Rufus’s next comment.

“Going to report to the Knights of the Round of this matter are you?” Rufus said as Penwood stopped and looked at Rufus.

“D-d-d-don’t know what you are talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me I am late for an appointment.” Penwood said sheepishly as he ended the call from his end. Rufus smirked and called him an idiot in Japanese. In truth all he wanted was to scare Penwood to set the tone for when he arrived. He was thankful of the information he bought from an information broker before he disappeared of the face of the planet. Rufus went back to work on the report for the remainder of the flight and had all of his meals delivered to his room.

They landed a couple hours later in Heathrow Airport. A non-combat company Helicopter was waiting for Rufus's arrival. There was a team of reporters there and were bombarding him with questions as he exited the aircraft. He walked right by them as The Turks sent them away. Once the helicopter took off Rufus wondered if Integra was reading the magazine and looking at the pictures he had his men send ahead anonymously.

It didn't take long before the Helicopter reached the complex. The pilot asked Rufus if he wanted to land outside of the complex when Rufus noticed an empty helipad and he ordered the pilot to land there. He noticed there wasn't a strong security yet but he didn't care. He wanted to make sure these people knew who they messed with. Rufus and the Turks just walked through the complex and Straight to Integra's office. The information they got form the information broker was incredibly detailed on the inside almost to the point. Once they entered the office Rufus immediately.

"Hello Sir Integra, I see you just recovered from an accident."

A headache was starting to form. These had been coming quite often since the accident. She took two pills out of the tylenol bottle, and tossed them into her mouth. Then she took a sip of the hot tea. She took off her glasses and pinched her nose a bit before putting them back on. Integra really did hate being wrong about things. She started to remember about the Tokyo incident, and a picture of this Rufus figure. Apparently he was something big in Japan. There was not much time to read the article before she had to move on to more paperwork to catch up. Either way it made her hate Travis all the more. Suddenly someone had opened up her door, and walked right in without so much as a knock. Integra was about to angrily ask who they were, and get after them. However, it was the fact he knew her name that made her not get up, and stay calm. His face looked familiar, and then suddenly it hit her as to who he was. Mr. Shinra I presume. To what do I owe such an ill show of manners. Then again it is nothing new. Business men like you have no head for manners especially to nobility.

Rufus smirked as he said [color=red] "Good your reputation of having a somewhat long temper precedes you." [/red] Rufus moved and sat down two as Turks stood behind him on either side. The other two remained at the helicopter. Rufus looked at her coldly. "So is it customary for your men to take a lead on a vampire without any hard evidence?" He asked motioning towards the pictures. He paused for a breath to continue. "At first I was happy, because your men did something for me without knowing it. Then I was angry realizing the fact that we were attacked by an organization and killed my employees. I was not happy hiring new people that had to be trained and brought profits down nearly fifty percent. So then I decided to pay-back those who attacked my business. Then I found out it is a much larger organization than I initially thought and so here I am."

As he chatted away she opened up her right upper drawer, took out a mini-cigar, put it delicately in her mouth, lite it, and put the lighter back in the drawer closing it. Holding it with two fingers she inhaled, took it out of her mouth, and exhaled. Seeing that he was finally done she then flicked some ashes into her ash tray. The Hellsing Organization must always act quickly on leads Mr. Shinra. As far as your employees while it is unfortunately we could not risk the fact that the vampire might have bitten them, and have them possibly turn into mindless ghouls. It is a standard procedure taken on every mission. It is nothing personal against you or your business. It is just a precaution. If you are here to ask for damages I will be happy to give you the money.

"Funny that there was no evidence of said vampire anywhere in my Main head quarters in Tokyo. I called in several so-called experts and even itnerrogated one of your men who kindly told me where their base was. I plan on making it into either a warehouse or a parking lot." Rufus said and continued. "I see you received the pictures, well taken if I might say, good location. I am also surprised that you didn't ask how I knew where you are and how I even came to obtain the blueprints to this manor." Rufus then raised his hand as a female blonde Turk who was obviously handed him a file. Rufus opened the file and began looking through it awaiting Integra's reply. He had much more he wanted to discuss but he knew he had to pace it out in order to have control over the conversation.

That was going to be the next topic in this conversation I believe. As far the gentleman that you talked to I thank you for that. Now you've saved me some trouble in weeding out the bad apples. He will be dealt with fairly quickly now. Integra placed the mini-cigar in her mouth, and kept it in there as she looked at him. She did not like this man, and quite frankly she was starting to get tired of him. Integra wished that for once Alucard would pop up, and get rid of them. No more chances would be taken from now on, and security would have to be beefed up. So how exactly did you gain such information? Apparently it was from someone I know.

"Travis Collins, and don't worry about him he was taken care of. He also knows something that I didn't want him to know" Rufus said reading her facial expressions as she looked at him. He could tell that she didn't like him. He also knew about alcuard. So he needed to play his card in order to stay alive. "Also anything you do in these moments will affect London and the entirety of England. To clarify what I mean, I am the chief investor in the restoration of London. I also control approximately sixty percent of the world's energy supply. A portion of that includes about seventy-five percent of the entire United Kingdom's energy input. If you or any of your men do something to me there will be black out's across the world all linked to you and your organization. And not even the Knights of the Round or the Queen of England could protect you from the reprimands that would certainly follow."

Integra inhaled, took the mini-cigar out of her mouth, and exhaled a smoke ring. She glared at the man in front of her, and wanted to shoot him right then and there. However, she knew that would only make things worse for her head, and especially when there were those other two dogs behind him. It was then she made the connection between the last time she saw Travis and now. This was the client he was talking about. If you had heard anything about me correctly then you would know I do not respond well to threats. Neither does anything in here that can hear you. I know everyone assumes there is no security or a lack there of. However, everyone doubts my vampire. Even right now he knows you are here. He can hear you, smell you, and feel you. His entire being flows throughout this mansion even when he's asleep.

"The Vampire Alucard, I've heard stories of your pet. I knew that and expected it. I just wanted to see how you would reacted. But I am completely serious when I say that you would have an entire world after you if anything happens to me." Rufus said remaining calm. He knew Alucard's abilities and he expected her to mention something. Rufus wasn't one to back down. He also was almost certain that she wouldn't risk the sanctity of England or her Organization over Rufus, but he could tell she was going to try something. Rufus sighed calmly before speaking, "Have you looked over your financial reports lately? I assume with the lost of your eye you haven't. Given the missile attack on London, the British pound will drop dramatically in it's value. And with that your government financial support will be lost to the repairs and recovery of all those who were affected which would cause inflation to rise even more furthering decreasing the pound's value. You will have no money to run your organization and I am also about to buy out all of Sir Penwood's factories. Particualrily the one that supplies you with the means to make your specialty weapons and ammunition. I am actually in a position to buy out this entire property next week if I so chose. Rufus said.