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

A low grolwing noise suddenly emitted from the form of the tattooed Russian, shackled and chained to the floor. Slowly his body stirred and moved, or at keast as best it could considering the chains. Suddenly his eyes opened and darted around momentarily as he seemed to try and focus. As he looked around his eyes, settling ont he blonde woman smoking a cigar at her desk to the forms of christie and Mato, his eyes seeemd to shift from thier natural brown color, to an angry and animalistic yellow.

Vladimir Kuzentsov then suddenly stood on his knees and the let out an angry and animalistic roar that seemed to echo through out Integra's office, and then reverberate through the Hellsing mano causing several soldiers and staff to look up from what they had been doing wondering where the roar had come from. Vladimir then looked about the office, apparently struggling a bit with the chains and then started to shout in his native Russian.

"Where am I? Where have you all brought me?" he shouted in anger glaring at Mato, Christie, and Inetgra. Settling his eyes on Mato and Christie, he suddenly switiched to English as he leered at the two Hellsing operatives, baring his teeth. "YOU! What have you two done to me? Where have you brought me?" he demanded.

Integra listened intently to Mato's report on the missing guns. Millennium probably wanted newer equipment then what they had left over from WW II. Not to mention some Germans missing was not what she wanted to hear. Millennium only adding more soldiers to replace the ones they killed was never a good thing. She knew they were just canon fodder. Still even meat shields could do damage to her men, and her people. Suddenly there was a noise coming from the floor, and Integra looked down to see the werewolf waking up. He spoke Russian at first, and then English. Although she was curious as to why he would speak Russian first. Still it was clear no more business could be discussed at the moment in front of their "guest." Take him to the basement, and find out what you can about who he is and what he was doing there. Don't use excessive force. He might be useful. We can continue this later after you are done. Dismissed.

Not exactly what Mato wanted to hear, that. Then again, she wasn´t sure WHAT she wanted to hear.
Poor Ben. He just finished cleaning the room, and now they might stain it again.

"Okay then..." Mato sighed, clapping her hands. "I`m gonna need some help carrying this guy, Christie. He`s heavy and he kicks. You take his legs, kay?"

The blonde one nodded lightly, holding back a sigh of her own and lifted Vlad up together with Mato.

"Well, we`ll be back later then, Sir..." Mato said, moving out of the room with their living cargo on their arms, the door closing shut behind them.

----------> Interrogation room

Vladimir Kuznetsov was escorted to Integra's office by a group of soldiers. Unlike earlier he was not shackled, but did have a group of soldiers around him all aiming pisotls at him. he was now dressed in blue jeans, black shoes, and a black tight t-shirt that displayed his chisled frame and soldier's physique beneath. The soldiers all nodded to the one in front who carried a copy of the Interrogation and Mato's report under his arm. The soldier then reached up and knocked on the door loudly.

Meanwhile Vladimir mearly stood in the center of the group humming to himself. As he did, he hummed the Russian song, "The Russian March."

Integra had just finished drinking her tea when there was a knock at her door which was followed by some soldiers bringing in the Russian that was in front of her earlier. She took off her glasses to clean them, took out a handkerchief from her breast pocket, and cleaned the lenses until it was satisfactory. Putting the glasses back on her nose she looked at the Russian in front of her as one of the soldiers handed her Mato's report of the interrogation. She grabbed the folder from him, and started to read the report. Nothing more than war time stories. Nothing useful here except he was in WWII under command of Stalin. Tossing the folder back on the desk Integra clasped her hands together, and waited for the man to say something. After a minute passing by she decided to speak up herself. What do you expect me to do?

Vladimir was escourted into the office had awakened in earlier and as he surveyed it better he soon saw he was brought before the desk of a woman he recalled from earlier. From what he could tell by how the soldiers around him continued to point weapons at him, and how they treated her; he assumed she was thier leader. He could tell it was her demeanor, the way she naturally commanded respect and authority from the way she read the report the soldier gave her, to the icy stare down she gave him for a moment.

He had seen it many times before.....in a way she reminded him of a female version of Marshall Gregori Zukhov himself. Nodding as she spoke to him, fixing him with that same icy glare, Vladimir was roughly pushed into a seat by the guards infront of Integra's desk, causing him to glare at the guard in annoyance. However he turned back to Integra as he scratched his chin with his finger for a moment as he said something to Integra in his native Russian. This only furthered to annoy the guards as one stepped forward as if to punch Vladimir, however Vladimir held up his hand in a stopping motion, fixed the man with an animal like look that caused the guard to stop instantly in fear.

"It means the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You and I have a common enemy, one that I admit I had prayed was destoryed in what seems like a life time ago. For a long time, since the end of the Great Patriotic War, I have felt lost...like a wandering animal. For a long time I was always told by my father and grandfather that wolves were dangerous becasue they hunted in a pack, maybe over time I forgot that" he explained as he looked down and reached up and touched his signature necklace which included his dog tags and a Russian Orthedox cross.

He then looked up at Integra with more detirmanation and said, "However I now know why i did not day that day so many years ago. I believe I am to finish what I started back in 1941, and hunt down and destory the remnants of Hitler's Bastard Reich. If you will have me, I would be honored to become a part of your organization. Just as I once pledged myself to the Red Army, I am prepared and willing to pledge myself to Hellsing and will take your orders just as I have taken them in the past from my commanders in the Red Army."

Vladimir then looked at Integra and smiled a bit revealing his wolf like teeth and said, "In the end, who better to hunt down monsters, then a hunter who can think and act like a monster."

The No Life King stood still against the wall trying to control any more outbursts as his Master clearly was becoming strained with the stress of it all. Straightening his glasses, he watched with careful view of their newest addition. The interesting hunger that lurked within was very exciting indeed. The talk of war merely wetted his appetite and brought forth the hunger for madness. It's not without some small sentiment that he tried to search his Master's mind for some trace of that same hunger and somewhere deep within, he sensed that only perhaps it may be growing though her focus could make that very hard to determine. His thoughts actually started to stray for but a moment to the wine cellar where some of his present still remained. The taste and aroma still lingered on his lips as he tried to focus on it to satiate his hunger.

It was at that moment he heard it, low at first but growing. The combustion in the engine and the rush of the wind eating away until at last it was in full view. That same madness that brought rage and joy, frustration and delight, a Boeing on a collision course which seemed hellbent on destroying everything and breaking all common sense. The creature merely stood against the wall and drank it in, a nice change of pace from the tedious duldrum of conversation. What use were words when their enemy still lived and breathed? With a connection to Integra's thoughts, he let her head filled with his emotions and the clash and fury of scraping metal, explosions and gunfire, the carcass of the Boeing strewn over the Hellsing estate in flaming ruin. The images boiled over into a small laughter which continued to grow until it seemed to completely interrupt their conversation. "Ahahaha...Ahahahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!."

Looking at the werewolf, he finally stopped his cackling and responded with, "Well then, Dog of War. I hope you are indeed a man because it seems your chance has finally arrived. As for me, my safety's been off the whole time. All we needed was for them to pull the trigger and I'm pleased that the air now smells of gunpowder and blood." Phasing back through the wall heading out to the front of the estate, his voice turning into but an echo, he added, "This might actually turn out to be a lot of fun."

-->Exit to: Reckoning of the Ardat Yakshi

OOC: Responding to the request from Alfred for hit confirmation. As with the other topic describing the plane crash, Alucard's post describes him taking action after the plane comes into full view meaning that the aircraft would be relatively close to the mansion. Factoring in the casual pace described in the post and the lengthy dialogue, Alucard would not have sufficient time to reach the front gates before the plane impacts the mansion. However, considering that he would pass through the interior, lower levels of the building to reach the front gates it is entirely possible that Alucard would have been properly shielded from the worst effects of the collision. The extent of damage received by Alucard is fully up to his own discretion.

After a few minutes Integra finally made her way into her office. She looked around for a little bit, and saw so far it was remade exactly as to how it was before. The portrait of her grandfather Abraham, and her father at the fireplace were in place as well. Copies of course. Integra had learned last time to put away the originals, and make copies. It was a decision she was glad about right now. Quickly shaking herself off though she moved towards the chair that replaced the other. It was an Antique that could not be replaced, but that was fine. It would have been uncomfortable for her in this state. She moved the chair, and sat down gingerly. Now she felt like her usual self. Then again a cigar would be nice right about now.

<--- Hallway

Walking to the office Elizabeth had swayed, pressing against the walls of the manor as she rubbed her eyes D-damn she cursed silently, unable to bear the weight of her own body the lack of sleep was getting to her. It seemed even her the enchantments she had couldn't stop her from becoming weaker without sleep, she was still human after all, it didn't help she was spending all this time working, watching over the prisoner and keeping up with the duty's she had.
Some how though she dragged her self outside Integras office, standing tall some how she took a deep breath fixing her hair and garments before walking in Hello m'am

Integra was about to call Alexiel for the papers she had in her bedroom when Elizabeth walked in. She cleaned off her classes before putting them back on, and addressing her. Yes Elizabeth? What is it? One could only hope nothing else had happened, but given the nature of the business it would only be a wish. Perhaps later on I should talk to Pip about our security measures. We cannot afford to take any chances or look even more vulnerable than we are.

The prisnor is becoming more..rowdy, he keeps asking for you but due to recent..events I thought it was best to allow you time to rest before seeing she stopped for a moment, her eyes looking away A man..of such rudeness. Looking back towards Integra her vision blured for a moment, it was subtle but she swayed S-shall I bring him up to you m'am ?

At first Integra did not know what prisoner she was referring to, but then she suddenly remembered the man she had in her custody before everything else happened. How long had he been here exactly now? It had been a few months, but the exact time eluded her. Bring him in immediately. We cannot afford to show any fear now at a time like this. We must continue to keep our heads up. Even though it is starting to be applied to everything we did not invent the phrase "Keep calm and carry on" for nothing during World War II. Also Elizabeth eat something, or get some sleep. That is an order. I will not have a zombie among my men.

The maid smiled, it was a small subtle thing hearing Integras brave words giving her energy though the order of getting something to eat or get some sleep gave her a shock, so much so the usually cold maid had the expression of shock on her face for a moment R-right away m'am..I will bring the prisoner up.   She gave a small bow to Integra and walked away the strain of no sleep was getting to her but she was determined to finish her job before she would get sleep, she only hoped getting the prisoner up wouldn't be a big hassle.

---> Hallway

<---- Hallway

Walking back with the prisoner in tow, she was practically dragging him by the arm If you even make a single antagonist or phiscaly harmful motion to Miss Hellsing I will break your arm am I clear ?. Growling at him just out side the door, waiting for his reply before she would open the door and bring him in, then speaking I have brought him m'am

------> Hallway

Bayman did his best to keep his calm when pulled into the office by the maid. The woman was beginning to test the last of his patience barking orders and making threats at him. If it wasn't for the handcuffs, he might have taken initiative and tried to kill Elizabeth already. Pulling his arm away, the Russian let out a growl in return. "Touch me one more time and you will regret it as much as the men that locked me away in a P.O.W camp in Afghanistan." His tone was more than cold. It was far from a bluff. Handcuffs or not, he was about ready to kill the woman or die trying at any point. Taking his seat, his attention shifted to the iron maiden of Hellsing. So many rumors surrounded Integra, though he would not speak unless spoken to first by the leader of the legendary bloodline.

There was a long silent pause after the pair came in, and before Integra spoke. It had appeared as if if he wanted to he could very well take down Elizabeth with no problem at the moment. However, there was clearly a reason he was here. She continued to look at him straight in the eyes trying to see what was going on in his head. You have been in my custody for some time after you were brought here. It is obvious you want something out of this. So I suggest you speak up about everything now before you try my patience.

Elizabeth glared back at the man, she had these looks from him for a while, she thought that holding back last time just because he had saved one of the guards was a mistake. Then again mush couldn't answerer questions. However unlike before she showed no emotion towards the man, she dared not show an unsightly expression in front of Integra, despite the urge to slam him against the wall rising.

The Russian stared back into the eyes of the iron maiden, the professionals eyes looking like that of a wolves. Putting one palm over the other, a slow breath left Bayman; thinking about how to to approach the situation. "I don't know how but I know about Hellsing, Millennium and the Iscariot. No matter how much I try to remember, I can't piece everything together. Just... little bits and pieces. So now I'm doing what I can to re-piece the missing memories."

The Hellsing leader listened to him intently, and mulled his answer over in her head. The man in front of her had amnesia. Whether or not it was to keep something silent by choice, or if he was telling the truth she could not really tell. People did not forget everything right away without a medical reason. Integra could have Alucard drink a little of his blood to extract information from him, but knowing how he was he would cling to a fresh meal. Elizabeth how long has he claimed memory loss?

Since the beginning m'am, however I remind you he had injured several guards trying to escape before that plane crash.. the maid clenched onto the cuffs glaring at him menacingly Though.. the maids eyes softened a she turned to Integra He did seem to help....a guard during the crash. The maids attention may have turned to integra for a moment but she still had her eyes on him, out the corner of her eyes, if he tried anything she wouldn't hold back in the slightest.

"And I incapacitated your staff because they were a threat to me. I easily could have killed them instead, but I didn't." The Russian stated bluntly, pulling his arms away from Elizabeth. It was clear the maid was more than just on his nerves. "I served in the Russian forces during the invasion of Afghanistan and was locked in a prisoner of war camp for a year. Even for the mentally hardened, they're bound to break eventually. I'm only here because I escaped." A faint click could be heard, the handcuffs falling off his wrists; though he made no effort to leave or any act of aggression. "I could have easily left at any point but I didn't because there was nothing for me until we had this meeting. I thought your servant could have picked that up earlier, so why the effort to keep me incarcerated was a waste of time. There has to be something here, some piece of the puzzle... and I will find it at any cost."

Integra remained silent for a moment deciding what would be best to do in this situation. One more person for man power would not hurt. However, he did say he could have killed the guards if he wanted to. If she kept him here for a while she would have to keep an eye on him. I really do not know what you expect me to do. Clearly you remember some things which makes me think you might just be making the whole amnesia situation up. It is know to happen though. She looked up at Elizabeth while putting her elbows on top of the desk, and folding her hands. Do you think you can act as his leash?

Seeing as the cuffs were off Elizabeth was ready to just bash him over the head, good thing he didn't try anything. She did how ever move closer into a more advantageous position to try and grab him if he tried anything I can m'am givving a small salute her other hand still free. It was obvious she became more aware of Bayman, her new order giving her a small sense of pride as she could now properly make sure the man wasn't going to do anything.

Having a handler was already an nuisance from past experiences, but having one that he already had conflict with was beyond aggravating. It wasn't the worst of situations he had been in before but having someone he previously engaged in combat with as a watch dog... it didn't sit well with him. The Russian would have to play it professionally for the time being. Not the best of situations but it could certainly be worse. A faint mutter left him after hearing that he was going to have a watch dog keeping an eye on him. "Радость..."

A single pale eyebrow rose up slowly wondering what exactly Bayman must have said. However, she pushed that aside, and began to hand out orders to Elizabeth. Continue with your usual duties aside from security detail. I do not trust him with such knowledge. I still do not entirely believe he has amnesia. If you can notify Alexiel I am ready for him in the office. Dismissed.

The maid glared at Bayman no doubt he threw an insult, however she had a job to do Yes m'am Elizabeth grabbed Baymans arm I shall dr..er "encourge" the man to do some work.. her fingers gripped into his right fore arm, weakned by lack of sleep and some hunger yes but it was obvious that Elizabeth was still quiet powerful still too much for a normal human to out muscle.
I will infrom Alexiel right away practicly dragging Baymna out of the room with her, she didn't care if he was sturgling to stop her or not, she had a new job to do.

----> Out of office

--------> out of office

Some time later Integra checked her messages to see if there was any word from Chad regarding the mission she had sent him on a while ago. Hearing nothing from him was either good, or bad. Good in the fact that possibly they were focused on their target. Bad in the sense that something might have gone wrong. It was better to think the worst in this situation, and knew that it was better to send in another person. Thinking of no one better suited for the task she pressed the intercom button. Elizebeth report back to the office with the dog in tow.

Dragging the russian back Elizabeth came into the office, with the russian pratcly being carried in and seemingly struggling. Yes mam ? she asked straight faced as her clothes were a mess, stockigns pulled down a little her tip ruined. It was obvious there was quiet the struggle getting back I was um... she blushed a littled using the russian to her messy state Cleaning

Integra sighed feeling her blood pressure rise slightly. Right. Well get yourself together, and get any weaponry you may need. You are getting what I can only assume is a blessed break from this man. I am sending you to track down Chad, and help him on his mission. He is somewhere in the London streets at the moment trying to help obtain weapons for us from low supernatural beings. He will update you when you get to him. I, or someone else will simply have to watch our stray here. Maybe he can amuse the other pet. Thinking on that for a moment on that she realized that might not be such a good idea. She did not need more bullet holes in the building. Regardless a use for him will be found. Dismissed.

A small sigh of relife was exhaled from the maid as she stood at attnetion, it seemed a mission was up prehaps now she would get some exerice and some good old fashioned punching undead untill there mush to take away some anger. Yes m'am she spoke cuffing the russian and sitting him down caling on some guards to come I will go assit Chad now sir, she made sure the russian wasn't going to do anything then went away.

>>: To mission

-----> Basement Hallways

Motioning to Harkness as he began to leave the basement halls, he proceeded up to Integra's office. "I'm sure the Director will want to speak to you as well, might as well come along." With that, he headed up into her office, knocking on the door, and speaking from outside it. Elizabeth, it seemed, had left a couple moments earlier. "Sir? It's Alexiel, and I've brought Harkness. You called for myself?"

The maid was beginning to get on his nerves more than before. The urge to break out of these cuffs and snap Elizabeth's neck like a twig was substantially high. Almost a moment after the door closed, the Russian placed the handcuffs onto the table in front of him while keeping his eyes on Integra. If they wanted to keep him in chained custody, they'd have to try better than that. "Почему они так стараются..." Bayman just sat there after removing the handcuffs, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his suit jacket. Elizabeth must have thought she got them all. She was wrong.

Right after Elizabeth left for her mission Alexiel came through the door with the new help. Just when she was about to address them she heard muttering coming from the Russian. Integra gave him a long side glance before adjusting her glasses on her nose. I suggest you speak English in front of me if you do not want to be fed to Alucard. Now then. She turned her attention to Alexiel. Do you have those papers I asked for with you?

Alexiel nodded just as he entered the room, producing several manilla folders from his jacket. "Yes, sir." He placed them upon her desk, keeping the Russian within the corner of his vision, giving him a slight nod.

Excellent. She took them from the butler, picked one out, and placed the others on the ever growing stack of things that needed her attention. While opening up the contents of one of the folders, and flipping through the pages the Hellsing leader continued to talk to Alexiel. Have you briefed our new addition yet on what is expected of him?

He nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. "That I have, Sir. I was just finishing giving a brief tour of the facility to him as you called." He glanced to the Russian, then the hadcuffs, the cigarettes, then back to the Director. "Do you have any further orders for me, Sir?"

Integra looked at her butler for a brief minute before glancing over to the Russian. She pondered what to do with him. Then an idea came to her. Take our forced guest here to the training area to see what he can do. If he tries anything funny you may give him to Alucard. I will call you again later after I have read the files. Dismissed.


(Ooc: sorrt for short post but posting by phone.)

The Russian listened silently to the conversation between the iron maiden of Hellsing and one of her operatives, his expression lacking any emotion. It appeared that Integra had different intentions than just eliminating him. It still, however, aggravated Bayman that he would apparently be stuck dealing with a handler for an unknown period of time. Deciding silence was still the best option, he just stayed in the chair that supported him.

Alexiel nodded, glancing to the Russian, then blinking and turning around to glance at the commotion which had formed at the door. However, beings as he kept a good deal of attention on the one he had just been assigned to guard, he was rather slow to the actual turning, and only observed someone leaving the office.

"...Well then... If you'll follow me..." He made a hand gesture to the seated man. "...I'll show you to the training grounds."

Bayman's passive-perception had caught up in the trading of words between the woman who had briefly entered the room and one of the geese mercenaries. The Russian's eyes hardly shifted in the slightest towards the noise the new comer brought with them before their departure. He merely stood out of his chair and awaited for his 'host' to escort him to the training grounds.

It seemed that at some point during her dismissing of Alexiel with the Russian a ruckus of some kind seemed to be originating out in the hallways just outside the doors to the office.  She sighed feeling her blood pressure rising again.  Just stay calm.  Remember what the doctor told you.  It's not good for recovery, and knowing your genes if you're lucky you might get to see 100.  Think pleasant thoughts.  Think about shooting the head off that arrogant vampire.  Better yet think about shooting Maxwell.

After a few seconds Integra calmed her stress levels down just a little bit to continue on with the non stop flow of people in her office.  After smoothing over her hair she looked up to see Eleonora.  If it had been a meeting with one of Her Majesty's advisers, or officials then it would have been a great problem.  However, since this is not one of those days then you are indeed very lucky.  I suggest you be more quiet about your rejections in the future.  Now tell me exactly what this situation is in the basement.  Is Alucard attempting to play doctor again with one of the staff members?


(OOC: Btw Mel if you are referring to Abraham Van Helsing then that is Integra's grandfather not Great-Grandfather.  It's very possible he had Arthur at an old age much like Arthur had Integra.)

The name Casandra sparked a bit of recognition in Integra's mind.  She knew she heard of that name before where it concerned a vampire.  It suddenly came to her than she had heard of a Casandra from her former soldier Jay.  Casandra had been his sire, and he was incredible proud to be her child.  I wonder if perhaps she heard about Jay.  If she wanted to seek revenge she would not simply walk up to the mansion she would flat out attack it.  No something tells me she is here for something else.  It might be best if I spoke to her directly.  

Having been lost in her own thoughts the Hellsing leader seemed to have ignored most of what Eleonora ranted on about.  She quickly got up, got her crutches, grabbed her Viper gun tucking it into the back of her pants, and started to make her way towards the door.  I will speak with her myself Melissa, and fetch her a robe from my quarters.


--------------> Basement Hallways

ooc:

She immediately stood up and offered her assistance to the Director. She had completely forgotten about putting the books back in the library and left them on her chair as she opened the door for Integra.

She insisted on carrying the robe herself since Integra was still injured, and if they were going to use the stairs then she would probably need a free hand.


------> Basement hallways.

[OOC: Since no ones taken me to the training grounds upon Teg's orders, I'll see myself there.]

The Russian stood from his seat, inspecting the Hellsing security staff in the room silently before cooperating, following them to the training grounds.

Integra returned eventually to her office.  Right away she knew she had to write down what she witnessed in her copy of her grandfather's journal.  Apparently the resurrection process could not only be done as it was with Alucard, but even with mere ashes.  She took the journal copy from it's shelf, went over to her desk, sat down, and grabbed a pen before writing.  The Hellsing heiress flipped the bookmark to the page where she last wrote, and jotted down everything in great detail.  Once she was done she closed the journal up again.  If such a thing was possible then it gave even more truth to the theory that a vampires ashes must be scattered at a crossroads.  Immediately she decided that such information was simply not safe on a shelf for anyone to look at.  For one a certain vampire might get ideas, and he was difficult enough.  Immediately she unlocked one of her drawers in her desk, and placed her journal inside.  

The next thing she began to do was check on any updates regarding the mission she sent Chad, and Elizabeth on.  She checked her blackberry, and there was nothing.  Next she decided to check her emails, and there was nothing as well aside from the usual reports as well as emails from the Queens staff.  Since there was no word on that she started on her daily mail.  Invitations to garden parties, tea, and other social events flooded the stack with the word "safe" stamped onto them.  Interesting way of putting them honestly.  Right away she picked them up, and tossed them into the trash.  Pausing briefly at the ones addressed from the Queen before throwing them in the waste can as well.  Honestly like I have the time to attend such frivolous things