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

As Rufus started to talk about the financial situation London was in she started to feel even more rage. She detested it when someone started to speak about her country, and threaten it like he was. It was men like this she hated more than vampires, freaks, Nazi's, Iscariot, and any other enemy. These business men thought they could rule the world with their money, and thought it was this that gave them power. Integra wanted to rip his throat out with her bare hands, and soon she began to feel an our of body experience. She could see it now. Ripping out his wind pipe, and then eventually snapping his neck like a twig. While she was imagining all this she failed to notice her grip no her mini-cigar was getting tighter. It was the sound of that expensive mini-cigar snapping in half that brought her back to the present. Integra took a deep breath, and laid the broken cigar in the ash tray. She brought her hands together, and leaned forward on the desk with her elbows propped up. The value of a countries currency always drops after a disaster of this scale that is no surprise, and it was what we were expecting. To assume though that I would not have a backup plan for any of my supplies that I use is amusing. I have a backup plan for everything. I am no worried about money. I cannot afford to worry about such trivial things. All of my worry goes to my Queen, and my country.

"So you would have your own country declare bankruptcy and possibly default?" Rufus said. He honestly didn't care about money, hellsing, or anyone in this country for that matter. The only thing he careed about was looking weak. And he smirked at integra's angry that she tried to hide. He found it amusing when he was in situations like this on how easy it was to make people angry. They try to hide but then they usually lose something in the process. Rufus guessed that right about now she would probably do anything to get rid of him but Rufus wanted to play this game a little longer.

"You're worse than my old man. He thought becuase he ahd government backing and the fact he tried to please people that he was safe in any crisis. You obviously haven't been keeping up with your current government. The house of lords is currently presiding since the House of Commons still needs to be reinstated. You think I care about money? YOu obviouly haven't met half of those pig-headed nobles." Rufus said and paused. He bet if he got her angry enough that he could get her to sign a contract. He honestly had nothign to lose in a business sense or even in regards to his life. She had him killed and the entire world would come down on her shoulders. "And the ignorance that you and the rest of the Knights of the Round have isn't your fault or their fault. It was their upbringing. You were a spoiled child that was forced to leave daddy's wing. You recieved a sheltered life and a task that you have grown into. There is nothing you can do about but that is the life of a rich noble. You are just the more tempermental one, well just under Sir Island of course."

Alucard could sense his master's anger from his cellar which peaked his curiosity. Having just finished a glass of his long since bequeathed prize, he let his curiosity get the best of him and headed upward for a closer look. He took a glimpse into the cavern of Integra's mind and immediately found the source of her anger. These stubborn fools. To think that they would dare try buy our lands out from us is sheer arrogance at best. This should be very interesting indeed. Let us see how she will handle it. As pure ethereal mist, Alucard hovered into the office and let out some of his cold breath both to let his master know of his presence and chill the arrogant intruder to the bone. With as much of an intimidating presence as he could make, the No Life Kind directed all of his attention and energy on Rufus in an attempt to take his measure and reaction to the new found chill. Letting out a rattling breath, he condensed some of the mist and threw the sound to the air vents so that he might distract Rufus as much as possible.

Sensing that her pet was aware of the situation, and monitoring things without interfering she calmed down a little bit. Integra grabbed another mini-cigar out from the drawer, lit it, and let it rest in her mouth a little bit. Slowly she inhaled the smoke letting the nicotine fill her lungs. Then she slowly exhaled. Say what you like Mr. Shinra you are in no better position to judge me than I am you except for what you present to me. You claim to know my organization, and you claim to know me. The truth is you know neither one of us. I am far removed from the world of nobility sir. A black sheep among them if you will. So yes I do not know half of them, and quite honestly I have no desire to make my acquaintance with such vermin. I do not go out into society like other spoiled brats I stay here watching over my country, and the Queen has rewarded me thus far for my commitment. If I had such a life of privilege as you think I have had then I would have been married off at the age of 18 to some young nobleman whose family was hungry for power, and hips fat with even more bratty children. I am no ordinary noblewoman sir, and I have no ordinary servants either.

Rufus sightly twitched at the presence. He respected Alucard's power. However he wasn't terrified of it. He knew Alucard's potential. However his employees behind him immediately went for their weapons but Rufus raised his hand to signal them to stand down. They were significantly more reluctant and nervous with the new presence then Rufus. Rufus kept his demeanor and sense of mind. The sounds in the vent didn't bother him because people tried that before in past dealings with other business men. Though he didn't think any less of them for trying. When Rufus first started off he used distractions and fear to get people to sign contracts but that was before the company became as large as it is now and when Rufus was still relatively unknown in the Business world.

"Good, you stay true to your beliefs. A very good trait but sometimes useless in dealings. You see, I hated my father, he forced me into the man I am. Caused my mother's death, and even tried to have me killed in order to test my resolve. Beliefs are not a luxury that I was given or can afford. In my life I can't afford it either. In yours you have to have it otherwise you wouldn't be able to do what you do. Or even control Alucard who I imagine is the presence I felt in this room trying to intimidate me. Though I can say less for my employees." Rufus said as he took a breath and continued. "I am certain we can work something out. Since I am a man of business Contracts tend to be my language. It would legally bind us both and if one were to break the agreement there would severe consequences aside from suing. I am sure we can draft one that would make us both happy in the end."

It was always amusing to see people react for the first time to Alucard. Of course she did not expect any less from a man such as Rufus Shinra. The others of course were laughable. Especially the more buffed up one. Integra tilted her head up, and squinted her eyes in suspicion. This man was up to something, and finally when he mentioned something about a contract she took a puff from her mini-cigar. What exactly is he up to? What is he after? I wonder if this is the work of those old coots. Dropping some of the ashes into the ash tray with the first mini-cigar in it she then looked at him more squarely, and prepared herself for the worst. Alright what kind of contract are you talking about here?

Rufus raised his hand holding up his index figure about to make a point and pulled out a recorder so he could obviously have evidence for what he was about to say. "Before I continue, from this point forward we are both legally bounded to confidentiality to these negotiations. Any information that leaves this room before the contract is completed, signed, and notarized by any party is subjugated to legal action from the other. In lieu of having lawyers come in this negotiation will be recorded by both parties and will serve as a verbal binding contract until an official document is drafted and approved by both parties and an third party lawyer that will be provided by a source agreed upon by both parties. Also all peoples in this room are also legally bounded by this same agreement until the conclusion of the contract. These people will act as witnesses for the signing of the contract and each party will have to produce no more or less than two witnesses."If you so chose to accept that means you accept all punishments associated with breaking this legal agreement." Rufus paused and took a breath. He had to say this so many times that he didn't skip a beat when saying that. He had his pacing perfect so everyone could understand in the room. He then repeated that part in Japanese so he could have it filed in his country.

He then said one more line in both languages. "I, Rufus ShinRa, President and owner of the ShinRa Corporation hereby accept these terms." Rufus sat back and awaited Integra's reply. The recorder was a ShinRa company device capable of reordering an entire month's worth audio digitally.

Integra was a bit uneasy agreeing to these terms but if he would get the man out of here quickly then she would have to. It would probably be easier to go with the flow. Still she had to make sure she did not agree to anything that would jeopardize her organization, or her families properties. She took a deep breath, and then agreed to the terms. I, Duchess of Surrey, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, leader of the Hellsing Organization, member of the Royal Order of Protestant Knights hereby accept these terms.

Rufus's demeanor completely changed he became sterner in his facial expressions as he began to talk. "I will agree to leave all your business alone and even offer financial assistance to keep you running for the next decade. That is conditional depending on what you offer in return for that. I am looking particularly at your international properties. I could use those to help expand my company and focus more resources in building plants across the world as well would allow me to give me more money to the restoration of London. Rufus actually was gunning for the international property most of all. It could set him ahead and help in a way to off set the aide he is giving to help London. However he will use that against her to get the property.

A pale eyebrow was raised as she heard he wanted the international properties. To see what kind of international properties he wanted she would ask him. What kind of international properties exactly? Are you refering to property owned by the Organization itself such as our bases overseas? If that was all he wanted when he meant by international properties then she would be willing to give those up. Technically any of those men could come to the main headquarters and work. It would save her the money of hiring even more people when she already had them in her employment. True they would have to relocate, but they had more than enough room in their housing on site, and housing offsite.

Rufus remained in his same demeanor and leaned back into the chair. "I mean everything that is owned, bought, made, supported, and funded under the Hellsing Name. That includes all research, weapons, munitions, and blue prints on said properties. I would give you two weeks to get your employees out but only the employees nothing else. " Rufus said this looking Integra in the eyes. He knew this would probably be hard to obtain but he had to try. The research especially would help but his weapons department forward once he found a marketing angle he could use.

The weapons are of no concern to me since the weapons we use with our men is made, and produced by Sir Penwood's company. The ammunition is nothing special either. Again the one's we use with our men are produced by Sir Penwood. The blue prints again nothing special about them. The research from those areas are also old so again it means nothing to me. Plus most of the time the research is conducted here. You can have the international properties. There is nothing that they've been doing that we haven't been doing here. In fact it will help save me money, and can go into better use. Integra then placed the mini-cigar gently in between her lips as she looked at him daring him to make the next move.

The No Life King enjoyed the "warm" response that he received. Deciding that he would enjoy a little more of that feeling, Alucard condensed the mists even more decided to make the air vent shudder uncontrollably. From there, he controlled the mist so that it crawled along the ceiling like that of a spectral beast. He brought down his attention onto Rufus' men and crawled down the wall toward where they were. In an effort to entertain his master as much as himself, the monster then proceeded to pull on their guns with as much of a violent jerk as possible in an attempt to disarm them. Soaking in their fear, after all, was the one thing that made this truly enjoyable. The hearts of men were so easily swayed that it was almost comical.

Rufus scoffed at this recent behavior as he stopped the recorder. He remained calmed as he spoke "Sir Integra, I understand that my arrival was impromptu and not under teh best of circumstance but may I request before we proceed that you put your pet on the leash and to have him stop harassing my employees." There was a slight anger to his voice primarily because this was interfering with business. He hoped that Integra would understand, otherwise this would be the first time he ever misjudged someone and ended up losing respect for them. He hated when business was interrupted. It just made things last longer that didn't need to and it was just plain disrespectful. Rufus always tested people to see if they were deserving of respect and he gauged that by their resolve. He did that today with Sir Integra but made it come to light with his comments about beliefs.

Integra nodded as she was quite used to Alucard's phases of being a bit pesky. Of course I understand quite well. Alucard behind my chair now. She could feel another headache coming on. Not only because of the eye, but also because of Alucard and this whole business thing. When she could she would try to avoid since usually they were long drawn out meetings about things that she was already fully aware of, or they were simply for legal purposes. Getting a little thirsty she took the mini-cigar out of her mouth, and place it in the ash tray. She picked up the tea cup, and sipped the tea even if it was cold and bitter.

Rufus waited for Alucard to follow integra's order before turning the recorder again. "Alright I have one concession, now do you have any thing you want before i move on to another item?" Rufus asked as he returned to his original demeanor. He did this for a couple of reasons. One so he could see the items the person he is negotiating wants, and two to gauge the person's skill. And also to see if their concessions will give him room to grab other things.

No here is nothing else. Please continue. She wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, and get them out of here. Integra was getting tired of looking at the weird bunch already. She poured herself some more hot tea into the cup, and then drank some of the fresh contents to warm her throat and hopefully keep the headache from intensifying further into a migraine.

Rufus was about to continue when he heard a phone ring. Rufus turned off the recorder and waited for his employee to finish talking. Rufus looked at his employee and talked to him in Japanese. After about a minute before facing Integra and turned on the recorder and spoke in English. "I am sorry but I am going to have to stop it here. That was my secretary callign to remind me I have another meeting in two hours and I need to prep for it. Let's meet for lunch next week Tuesday at noon at my new vacation just outside of Liverpool, about ten miles east to be exact. I have to remind you, on record, that the legal disclaimer is in effect and that the terms of this contract is not official until completion and it is notarized by lawyers from both parties." Rufus said as he stood up and straightened himself out.

It annoyed Integra a bit when she phone rang interrupting the meeting. That was the only thing she hated about cellphones. No one turned them off long enough to conduct business. She heard them speaking Japanese, and automatically thought it must be something to do with his company. Integra sighed and she waited for them to stop talking, and continue on. Of course that would be much too simple, and easy on her nerves. Seems like he had another meeting after hers, and he was apparently running late for it. Much to her annoyance she would have to see the man again. Of course nothing will be said outside of this meeting. You have my word. She stood up as well, and was almost willing to push them out the door herself. However, Integra controlled herself.

Rufus bowed in a typical Japanese fashion and handed her his business card and began to leave. He snapped his fingers and his two employees opened the office doors and waited for him to leave before leaving and closing the office door's. Rufus didn't waste anytime getting out of there. He normally would've had a meeting rescheduled because he was working on a contract, but there were a few exceptions. And this one was a huge exception because he may just be the owner of another weapons manufacturing business by the time he see's Integra. chances are she will be very angry with him but he would have quite a bit more leverage.


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With a burst of flame, Alucard summoned a glass of one of his favorite wines to his hand and sipped it while attempting to discern his master's intentions from her face. He merely chuckled as the "businessman" made his way out of the office. The manner of which he conducted himself during this "meeting" left a lot to be desired. Sloshing the current in his glass, he noted the ambrosial smell which lingered in the air and leaned back a little so that he was leaning against the wall. He then decided that it was time to pick up his favorite past time. Taking one final leisure from his glass, he remarked, "What an interesting proposition. He carries jimself in the manner of a man who believes that he has immense power and yet it seems that he has no idea on how to use it. But what of you, My Master? I can hardly believe that you would dare to give up so easily yet you seemed oddly passive throughout the meeting. What are your true thoughts on this matter?"

Integra took a deep breath in and exhaled out deeply. She poured some more hot tea in her cup, and gulped down it's contents feeling an enormous headache approaching. Remembering she still had the mini-cigar she picked it up out of the ash tray, and resumed smoking it. She let the smoke fill her lungs before exhaling all of it out of her body. It is very simple Alucard. I wait for the right time to strike. Besides I have no need for anything from his company.

Alucard smirked and sipped some more of his wine. With a relish, he laughed and replied, "That was spoken like a true businesswoman. Your father would be very proud, especially to see the change in the little girl who came down to my cellar so many years ago." With another laugh, he phased through the wall and left for his dungeon.

--> Exit to: Alucard's Cellar

<----- hall way outside Integra's office
Kitty walked into Integra's office. " Umm... Mis. Hellsing thers sumthing wrong with Jay" Kitty said quietly. She looked down at the ground. She wasint shure what Integra's respons would be.

After Alucard left Integra started looking up what she could about the ShinRa energy cooperation. She had never heard of them before, and wanted to know anything she could about them. Most of it seemed to be general stuff like how it was a family runned company. As she started to think other things to investigate about them she heard a knock at the door, and someone step in. Integra briefly looked up to see that it was Kitty, and typed in some keywords for the search engine before answering. Elaborate for me.

"Umm well he tryed to bit me then he like changed his mind or sumthing and passed out...umm when he woke up he like lost his memary and dident know he was a vampire untill I tould him he ceept juming around runing into walls and saying there were goust.Umm... he also calaped and thes like tato thing appered on his body after that he dicited to go back to his room. He reley needs help" Kitty said. She had a hared time trying to put exactly what had hapened into words. But hopefully Integra under stude her.

Integra looked at her, and then quickly skimmed through the search results for her search of ShinRa. After doing so she turned her chair fully to face Kitty. She folded her hands into her lap, and looked right into her eyes. He probably just has not eaten enough Kitty, but in the past he has had some problems. Why don't you get Chad to talk to him a bit? If there is not anything else you are dismissed With that Integra returned to the laptop screen.

" No thats not what it was there is sumthing serisly wrong with him he needs help I thought that it was becouse he hadent eaten at first look I tryed giveng him some blood" Kitty said and held out her hand so Integra could see where she had cut it with the tip of one of her arows. "He freeked passed out then he lost his memeary" Kitty said hoping that she under stud this time.

Kitty like I said he has had problems in the past there is nothing to worry about. Just have Chad look in on him. Perhaps he will talk to Chad since he is male, and maybe there is something else that only men can talk about. Either way Kitty just let Chad know, and if there is something more abnormal than usual we will take care of it. I cannot look into it myself I have more pressing matters at the moment, and something that concerns all of us. Integra said as she jotted down some notes on some information she found on the laptop. You are dismissed.

Kitty turned and left integras office. She had no clue where to find Chad and wasent shure geting another humn invavled would help eneything. As she left she cameto the disishion that it would be beter to speek to Alucard. If the rumeres were true he was at least 500 yeas olde. Odds were he had come across sumthing simaler to Jay's case
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<------Outside the office...
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Ridding himself of his bored and tired outlook before he entered, Ciaran straightened up tore off his jacket and brushed down his white collared shirt, his black slacks were good and his polished italian shoes, checking everything in a few split seconds to make sure everything was in order he walked in, cases and whatnot left at the door along with his jacket. He flattened his hair with one more swipe and inched open the door. 'Holy shit...don't mess zis' up...' he thought frantically to himself, years of practise though did more than mask his thoughts as to his outward look, it would have given the other person the opposite idea of how he felt...he hoped Integra wasn't a clause to this fact. His eyes alert, every fiber of his being being snapped around as though he'd spent years of self discipline to perfect his stance. He brought his knee up and stomped it down as his right arm swooped up and left his palm faced forward about 1 inch away from his face. "Sir Integral Fairbrooke Vingates 'ellsing, Corpral Gorph at your service". Ciaran held the salute, and waited...

Integra had been busy since Kitty left scribbling down as many notes as she could gather about the man she met when she heard another knock, and someone enter. She put her pen down, and rubbed her eyes before looking up at the man who was saluting her. Yes of course I received a message concerning you. Integra stared at the pile of papers, documents, and notes in front of her and had no idea where to begin to look for the note she received. I am certain it is around her somewhere, but as you can see at the moment I was in the middle of something. Everything checked out just fine. Were you briefed on what we do here Corpral Gorph?

Ciaran kept staring straight ahead, trying to keep any betraying emotions show on his face. "Sir, to a certain extent, keeping supernatural under a leash...though I can guess as much that I've not been briefed on the rest?" A mental sigh of relief was in order when he heard the words he'd been waiting for, though keeping things strictly professional was his utmost priority, he'd been allowed entrance...he didn't take that for granted.

Integra knew she would have to have a talk with the people that sent her these men. They never really did fully brief them on what they were getting into which only made the first time more stressful, and only ended up having to send them back. The supernatural is putting it in general terms. We are not ghost hunters, witch hunters, or exorcists Corpral. We hunt vampires. The living dead, nosferatu, strigori, vampyr, and the list of names they are called go on. That is what you will be doing with us, and shooting their servants known as ghouls which are made from a vampire biting deflowered humans. Do you think we are prepared for this now?

OOC-just reminded myself how hard it is to keep an accent while typing let alone ukranian
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"Yes Sir...zhey lose 'zheir minds previously do zhey not? It should make it easier ofcourse?" Ciaran questioned, attempting a little more shedding of the light where Integra's beliefs held. Taking a moment to consider...Ciaran decided it best not to question anymore...this was little more than a small talk until one of the hellsing members decided they'd try to 'play' with the new guy, tell him stories...try to spook him, he didn't want to appear too unknowledgable. Ciaran just thought of how ridiculous he looked, in fine clothing with black slacks and a white shirt...saluting. He almost laughed at himself, all he wanted though was just a good sleep.

She folded her hands in her lap, and leaned back just a little bit into the chair. The fact they were bitten should make it easier since they will then no longer be human. At any rate since my butler Walter is out of commission at the moment I will lead you the next best person. Follow me. Integra got up, walked around the desk, and started to head out the door, and down the hallway.


(short post is short)

------------------------> To where ever chad is

Without a word, Ciaran followed Integra out of the room, stopped for the fewest of moments to pick up his things and jog to catch up with the lady.
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-------->following Integra

Integra yawned wide, and poured herself some more tea. It had been a long day so far with a batch of new recruits coming in, and having to explain to all of them what they were getting into in case they thought this would be a cake walk. So far no problems thankfully, but that was probably why she was so bored. Normally something would happen, she would see what the commotion and screaming was all about, and eventually get a headache from it. However, so far today was abnormal for her, but for a everyday civilian it would be considered a nice day.

Beauregard was feeling good as he walked through the corridor, passing guard staff and flashing documentation when needed. He wore his usual battle-gear, lots of pockets and magazines and such adorned his body. Right now a large band on his shoulder marked him as a member of the Wild Geese and currently working through them for the Hellsing Organization. His battle rifle hung from a sling and swung to and fro. His blunderbuss clung to his body via a bungee cord. His submachinegun rest in its holster.

His contracts to return to work for the Geese had already been signed, stamped, and approved. As with most official documents Beauregard's name was listed as one "Kyle Tarr". His hands held a manila envelope. The papers inside were a personnel report on himself, to be provided to the employer, Integra Hellsing. As Pip was currently indisposed, he'd accept all official orders from the big boss.

Reaching the large doors that lead to the woman's office, he took a deep breath and wiped the stupid grin from his face... just before bursting out in laughter. Recomposing himself again, he raised a heavy, gloved fist and knocked on the door to announce his presence. Peeking over his shoulder, he shifted his weight and waited for a response.

Integra was sipping her tea again when she heard a knock at the door. "Come in." She straightened up her posture, and tried to look busy. After all she never knew when some official would step into her office no matter how much her staff tried to stay ahead of them.

Beauregard opens the door, slips in, and promptly shuts the door. If Integra was expecting a clean-cut, high-ranking official, then the sight of this short, pudgy mercenary would likely be disappointing. He saluted nonetheless in his best military fashion. "Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Kyle Tarr a.k.a. Beauregard reporting for duty." He breaks the crisp military air by waving the manila envelope in a silly manner. "Personnel report on myself. Ready to receive orders immediately." He walks forward and sets the envelope on her desk. "Medic, real good one. Specializing in clandestine operations, booby traps, guerrilla warfare, explosives, assassinations, foreign languages, causing general mayhem and destruction, and more!" He tries his hardest to not grin. "Got hands on experience fighting various undead, numerous vampires, literally hundreds of ghouls. Ain't exactly your rank and file, fresh from boot grunt. Plus..." He grins a toothy grin. "I got this luck. I'm the perfect combination of expendable and invulnerable that you just have to love." Regaining his composure, he saluted again. "I've worked for the Geese before and went on temporary hiatus. This is my return."

"Just tell me where to go, far away is fine, and tell me what to do. It gets done."

Another new one I see. She adjusted the glasses in her nose, and picked up some of the documentation he presented. It became more official. He was definitely geese material from what she had observed from the bunch. Integration fought hard to yawn in front of the man as she tried to think of something that would get the best use out of his skills. She couldn't use him with the mess with the ShinRa corporation. That was more for the vampires since they could be more stealth like. Still he would be useful against Millennium, and Iscariot when it came to those kinds of missions. Tell me what about covert missions. Say I need you in and out with some information. Is that something you can do?

"Quiet-like? As I hear British troops like to say... uh... sneaky-beaky?" He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling to think. "Eeeeh. Here's the thing. I take this here armband off, no one know who I am or where I came from. I got patches here with the Afghani flag, U.S. flag, a Somali flag, and a dozen others." He shows off a few this. "I can get in and out, but it might be loud and it might be messy. BUT! You get strong plausible deniability. Not a damn soul could tack me to you or yours. So if I get caught or killed, no skin off your back." His demeanor and voice were dipping into the extremely casual. "As for getting information. I can get hard copies and info on... eh... what are they called. Those things... flash drives. Yeah."

"If you got yourself a job for me, I can do it or die. And maybe take a few dozen of your worst enemies out for you."

Integra ran through what he said in her head, and really if she had to she would use him. He was not exactly the norm for a spy, but that could be to her advantage. For now though it would be best to wait to send him to their headquarters. Alright well I know for sure I will use you in the next operation, but that is still in the planning stages. For now please go with your fellow geese. I believe some are running training exercises outside at the moment with Mr. Baxter.

"Yes'm." Beauregard again salutes, spins on his heels, and briskly walks out the door. He gingerly shuts the door and continues on down the hallway, giving ID whenever a guard gives him a funny look. 'Free time, then.'

Casually making his way down the hallway, Pip placed another cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Inhaling the addictive smoke, he passed a few patroling guards and offered them a jovial greeting. Things had been pretty quite lately, people tended to get sloppy during dry spells. That is precisely why Pip had seen fit to assign additional patrols from his men around the mansion grounds as well as a sharpshooter team stationed on the roof. Now he just had to report in to the big boss lady herself to get approval for a few more radical defense measures. Entering the large office belonging to the head of the Hellsing organization after knocking three times, Pip flashed his now one eyed employer a smile and tipped his hat. "Afternoon Miss Ellsing. Eet's a bit late but welcome to zhe club" he said, gesturing to his own eyepatch. "In my experience it does wonders with zhe ladies but I suppose zhat doesn't really apply in your case. Anyway, I zhought I'd report in and let you know I bolstered zhe guard patrols with a few more men and stationed a few sharpshooters on watch up on zhe roof. Trie bein no?" he exclaimed, letting out a puff of smoke as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "If eet's not a problem, I'd like to have zhe boys set up a few more defenses in zhe front and back lawn. Nozhing crazy, buried trip mines mostly." The mines should prove far more effective against opponents capable of dodging gunfire like nothing and if they were careful about what they were doing, the Geese wouldn't even leave a mark on the well maintained grass. That's if they were careful. Pip would need to remind his boys to stay away from the bottle long enough to do thed job right.

Integra figured the captain of the wild geese mercenary group would be visiting her office soon enough. Which actually was good timing since she had just finalized all the details of the recent mission. She raised her pale eyebrow at his statement of a club and being a hit with the ladies. It certainly does not. However, I do approve of you adding sharpshooters. Just make sure they have good eyes, and are not so drunk all the time. As for putting mines into the ground I suppose it cannot be helped. If you find any relics bring them to me. I would not be surprised if you dig up something. She paused for a bit to drink some tea, and place the file for the next mission in front of the captain. Either way I hope you have enjoyed this little moment of peace while it has lasted. I have a mission for you, and a couple of men. She got out a mini cigar from the drawer, placed it in her mouth, and lit it carefully. After she finished she closed up the drawer with its contents, and inhaled the tobacco smoke before exhaling while holding the mini cigar between two fingers. You will not be hunting vampires for this mission captain. It is a covert operation. I would like for you and your men to be in and out quickly, and hopefully without any hitches. Your mission is to steal valuable information like stocks, what they have acquired, and other such information that is important from a major corporation like ShinRa corp. I am involving you in this because their European headquarters is based in France. Given you are a native to the country you should have no hard time keeping low key. I want Mr. Beauregard to do the extraction on a flash drive. He can go in as a janitor. Meanwhile you or Mr. Jacobs can run a distraction while the other is posted as a lookout. You see Captain Bernadotte I plan to takeover this corporation before it takes over us. Are there any questions? Integra inhaled the smoke again this time savoring the taste of it before exhaling with her elbows on the desk, and her hands folded in front.

Listening to his employer's response, Pip thanked his lucky stars he'd guessed right. Having ordered one of his men to begin setting up the mines before he reached Integra's office might have been a tad risky but what's the worst that could have happened? At that thought the Frenchman was forced to relive his first "fight" with Seras Victoria and silently grumbled. "A trip back to France eh? Now zhat's a job I could have some fun with. Catch zhe sights, savor zhe food, make zhe police look incomtepant...again." chuckling at the memory of his last excursion to Paris, Pip adjusted his hat and nodded. "Consider it done Miss Ellsing. Beauregard is one of zhe best at infiltration despite is looks hoho. We'll get your information no problem." Taking another puff of his cigarette, Bernadotte tipped his hat to his boss and made for the door, pausing as his hand touched the knob. "Although, I'm a bit curious why zhese people want to buy you out so bad. Normally you manage to keep zhe boogieman stuff under wraps. Anyzhing I should know about zhese guys you're not telling me?" he asked with just a hint of wry humor. Far too often he'd stumbled into more than his team was comfortable with due to a lack of information beforehand. He wouldn't repeat that mistake this time.

Integra looked a the man before her with her lone eye for a moment before getting up, and standing at the window with her hands behind her back. The head of that corporation Captain came by earlier, and said a few things that were clearly threats and false information. Once more I still do not understand completely how he found out about us or the round table. This man is a threat to all of us at Hellsing including your men. I will not allow someone to try and intimidate me or my men in such a fashion. Is that sufficient enough information as to why captain?

Mulling the information over, Pip eventually shrugged and nodded. If the boss didn't know then she didn't know. Integra Hellsing wasn't the type to use petty lies, she didn't need to. All that mattered was that there was a job to get done and he had a paycheck to earn. That was the way things worked. "But ofcourse Miss Ellsing. Zhat's all I need to know." with a smile and wave, Pip opened the door to the office and took a step through the doorway only to pop his head back in, his long braid waving back and forth. "If you decide you just want a bullet in zhe man's skull please don't hesitate to give me a call in France. Pow, splat, no trouble I promise." he chuckled, sending a wink towards the master of the manor before disappearing through the doorway again. He'd need to collect the men relatively quickly before they got too deep into their time off and booze to be of any use. Unfortunately there was never any rest for the weary.

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