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I don't own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this.

Rebuilding a weapon from mangled pieces was a lot more difficult than creating one from scratch. Normally, Syn wouldn't have bothered with all the extra trouble. But these were special circumstances. Lasher was the last thing her Uncle Jonas gave her before he disappeared to God knows where to die. There was too much sentimental value attached that couldn't be replaced. She tried to recycle as much of her old gun as possible. And, of course, since it was his gun she was working on, the young spirit wanted to be involved. He couldn't do much more than sit in a mirror and watch, but she didn't mind the company. She finished fitting together the small pieces of the grip she was working on and held it up for his inspection.

"What do you think?"

The boy studied it with wide eyes. "It is looking pretty very much! Is mistress making Lasher's gun bigger?"

"It might be a teensy bit bigger, but not much." she replied.

The spirit acted like he didn't really care. He was so excited about getting his gun back, she could probably hand him a cardboard cut out of a gun and he'd squeal in happiness. But Lasher was a young spirit practically bathed and smothered in a short attention span. And like most young things with ADD, he got bored very fast.

"Can the Lasher watch TV?" he piped up, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

Syn glanced over at the mirror. The boy was on his knees, hands clasped in front of him, with his bottom lip stuck out. It was so damn adorable she couldn't resist.

"Yes Lasher, you can go watch TV."

"Yay!" he shouted, jumping up and down. "Thank you mistress! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

The boy vanished in a swirl of color and the redhead was left alone. She leaned back in her chair and flexed her fingers. She had finally gotten them to start bending properly, but working with her hands for long periods of time made the joints sore. There was no way to tell with her accelerated healing, but Syn hoped it was something that would eventually go away. Having arthritis in her fingers would be hell.

Using shadows would have made everything go a lot faster, she thought. But while she had quickly mastered the skill, she hadn't advanced to the point where she could summon them while Alucard was so far away. As she went back to work on her weapon, the redhead reached out mentally to test the connection's boundaries. Nothing. The No Life King's soul fragment pulsed within her, letting her know he was out there somewhere, but that was it. There were no thoughts or emotions. Nothing specific she could get a read on. Being cut off and blinded wasn't pleasant, and she found herself hoping that this mission wouldn't drag on for a long period of time.

She was carefully screwing various tiny pieces of metal into their proper places when Lasher popped back into his mirror. Apparently watching TV wasn't helping his boredom either.

"Mistress! The scary man and the cute girl is on the TV!" he said in an excited, worried voice.

Syn blinked and looked at her spirit in horror. "Alucard and Seras are on TV?"

Lasher started jumping up and down. "The Lasher was changing all the channels cause there was nothing fun on to's watch, and he saw pictures of the pretty girl and scary man! The lady with the talking stick said they was bad people!"

Oh god... The redhead didn't have a TV in her office. She got the boy to tell her what channel he had seen it on, then ran down to the sitting room. The channel turned out to be an international news station. Syn gaped at the screen.

Oh no. No no no. "Integra!"

Sir Integra was in her office with Edmund, listening to him present a full redesign of the trucks they used to transport soldiers when Syn burst into the room without knocking. The woman looked frantic.

"Integra!" she exclaimed. "You have to see this!"

The knight blinked at her. She had never heard Syn call her by name without using 'Sir'.

"Syn, what's wrong?" she asked, hoping she would calm down enough to tell her what was going on. The redhead ran behind her desk, grabbed her arm, and forcefully pulled her up from her chair. "Miss Newsom! What in God's name are you doing?"

"Syn!" Ed shouted, jumping up to follow as the woman pulled Integra out the door. "What the hell...?"

"They're saying they're international terrorists!"

Integra wondered if she had finally been around Alucard enough to lose her bloody mind. "Who is a terrorist? What are you do..."

Syn finally stopped jerking her around when they reached the sitting room, and pointed to the large screen television. Integra and Edmund both stopped and stared at it.

"This is Gabriella Barcia bringing you a live report from the scene at the Hotel Rio. At approximately 9:15 this morning, a man, using the name J.H. Blenner, checked into the hotel with an unidentified woman. These terrorists are considered armed and highly dangerous. A specialized SWAT team was sent in 15 minutes ago, and our sources tell us that authorities have recently lost contact with them..."

Integra went still, shocked by what she was hearing. "What?"

Captain Bernadette woke up to the blaring sound of his alarm clock just before sunset. After slamming his hand down on it to shut off the infernal noise, he pulled himself out of bed and plodded sleepily to the fridge to get himself a beer. He had to meet up with the vampires to begin their investigation tonight. But there was still an hour or so left before he had to leave, so he had time to let himself fully wake up before getting ready. Pip cracked open his beer, took a sip, and plopped back down on the bed to turn on the TV.

The beer was promptly spit out all over the screen.

Someone had reported that Alucard and Seras were terrorists? What the bloody hell? And it looked like the Brazilian police force had brought in an entire fucking army. Now wide awake, Pip scurried around, pulling on clothes and grabbing his gear.

"Shit fuck!" he swore as he fed a clip of ammunition into one of his guns. He glanced back at the television. "Zhey did pay me for zhis. Time to take care of businezz."

Without bothering to care what others might have thought about what he looked like, he ran out to get to the hotel on the other side of town.

Back at Hellsing, the phone calls started pouring in. The Round Table knights were furious. Walter was fielding all the calls, so Syn couldn't hear exactly what was being said. From what she heard on the butler's end, she gathered that some of the knights thought Integra had planned this. Others thought she had lost control of her vampires and they were out there indiscriminately killing humans. One thing was absolutely certain: Millennium had known they were coming, and this had been planned.

When Walter got the last of the knights off the phone, he came over to where the others were keeping an eye on the television.

"I've explained the situation." he informed Integra. "The other knights are not happy about the amount of media coverage."

The knight sniffed, not looking away from the screen. "It's a bloody nightmare." she agreed.

The phone rang again – only this time is wasn't one of the manor's business lines. It was Integra's personal line. Syn and Edmund watched from the side as she went over and pressed a button to put it on speaker. Since they didn't know who it was, she thought it best to allow everyone to hear.

"Are you friend or foe?"

"It's me, Integra." Alucard's voice purred over the line. "Your humble servant."

It actually felt good to hear his voice again, the redhead thought. But this wasn't a social call or a simple 'checking in'. The knight glanced back at the television where reporters were still talking about the police losing contact with those that had been sent inside the hotel.

"What did you do to that SWAT team?" she asked quietly.

"I killed them." he replied, as if it were nothing to him. "They attacked us without provocation, so I slaughtered them like cattle. Now, what are my orders, Master?"

Integra sat down, looking burdened by the weight of his statement. Alucard had killed humans...

"What is the situation?"

"This is Millennium's doing." the vampire told her. "The likely have agents in the government here. The higher levels of the police force are probably controlled by them as well. But these men they send against us now are ordinary, ignorant humans obeying orders." His voice changed, becoming deeper and almost seductive. "So what will you do, my master? I can kill these men without thought or conscious. I will load the gun, pull the slide, remove the safety, and pull the trigger. I can do this for you because I am a monster. But what will ultimately end their lives is your intent. So what are my orders, Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing?"

Oh Jesus, this wasn't good, Syn thought. They were trapped between a rock and a hard place, and Alucard was pointedly telling his master she had to make an impossibly difficult decision. Killing monsters was one thing. Killing humans who had no idea what was going on behind the scenes was another matter entirely. When Integra looked over at them, Syn saw something she had never seen before. The woman's eyes were haunted. She didn't want to make this decision, and she didn't know what to do. And in her silent searching for advice, she didn't look at Walter, and she didn't look at the redhead who supplied her weaponry.

She looked at Edmund.

"They're calling for war, Integra." he said quietly, giving her no more than that.

The knight took that in, and a kind of... understanding seemed to cross her features. A war required that sacrifices be made. It wasn't nice or pretty, but sometimes the lives of a few had to be taken for the betterment of all. She silently reached into her pocket to retrieve a cigar. She lit it, took a very long drag, then slammed her hand down on the table in front of her.

"I am you master, and you are my servant. Don't you dare question my resolve. I have already given you your marching orders, monster. Search and destroy! Any opposition is to be crushed." she said, loud and demanding. "I want blood vampire. Give me an ocean of it. Don't run or hide. You march right out the bloody front door. If these bastards want a war, we'll damn well give them one."

Alucard let out a booming laugh. "Splendid! Oh, I can't tell you how pleased I am! The final fig leaf removed... By your orders then, my master."

Before the line went dead, they heard him shout at Seras to prepare for battle. There was nothing left to do but watch as the events unfolded. The reporter on the news had just gotten a statement from the head of the police force on the scene and turned back to the camera.

"It's been over half an hour since the SWAT team entered the building and authorities still haven't succeeded in restoring communications. This is..." she froze and looked back at the building. "Get the cameras on that!"

The camera swiveled and readjusted its focus to show that dozens of bodies had been thrown out the windows to be impaled on the assortment of flag poles outside. People started screaming and running about at the sight. Then the screen shifted back to show the front of the hotel. The glass doors slid open on their own and Alucard stepped outside – guns drawn, and long hair swirling around him in the breeze. The spotlights made his shadow look like it was about 20 feet high. The vampire stood poised, his arms extended with the guns hanging down, looking like a demon from hell that had come to collect souls for his master.

Even in a fight, the No Life King knew how to make a dramatic entrance. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

A figure in white stepped out of the crowd, and Syn held her breath. He walked right up to Alucard, said a handful of words the cameras couldn't pick up, then the two of them jumped into a massive scuffle. Whoever that vampire was (he couldn't possibly be human), he wasn't using any sort of gun or weapon the redhead had ever seen before. Things moved too fast for her to really tell, but it looked like he was throwing small objects at him. Throwing stars, maybe? Whatever they were, they had to be blessed or enchanted somehow. Alucard was bleeding and he wasn't healing instantaneously like he normally did.

With all the people standing around, it was no surprise that there was collateral damage. As mysterious objects were thrown and shots fired, one of them would duck out of the way, leaving the crowd to take the hit. At one point, Alucard shifted and strafed left to avoid something that hit extremely close to the camera. It hit the ground and showed a sideways view of a severed arm laying on the pavement. They all saw a flash of red scurry up the side of the building with a white shape following behind before the entire screen went black.

It was the most interesting fight Alucard has been in for a long while. This 'dandy man' used magic playing cards that actually hurt him. Oh, he was having fun. This freak was stronger than the others they had encountered. He moved faster and reacted quicker. The police girl had shot at him with her cannon to distract him while Alucard went in for the kill.

The vermin's blood was a treasure trove of information. Millennium was the Last Battalion – the secret group of Nazis he and Walter thought they had destroyed during the second World War. The fat little Major was back with plans for world domination and never ending conflict. Then, just before Alhambra burst into flames and disintegrated to ash in his arms, Alucard got a final piece of information. They were developing a powerful weapon to be used against Hellsing. The freak hadn't seen it himself, but had heard it spoken of in whispers. Intriguing. A weapon they kept secret from their own members. It must be important to them. Maybe his little goddess had been on the mark with her odd feeling.

When the blue flames receded, Alucard reformed his body and stepped into the helicopter Bernadette had stolen from one of the news agencies. The pilot was trembling in fear at the gun being held to his head. He would be an excellent candidate for teaching the police girl how to erase memories.

"What do we do now, Master?" the draculina questioned, blinking down at the mass of people and fires below them.

"We regroup in a remote location and contact our master." he replied. "Our mission is not yet completed."

Oooohhhh... seriously weird shit is going on... What on earth is Alucard talking about, I wonder? Hmm...
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