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Hellsing - Blood Heritage	By : fallenangellet Category: Hellsing > General Views: 20212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this. It is strictly for my own amusement.

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

Note: I am going to be out of town starting tomorrow to go to my cousin's high school graduation. I don't know if I'll be able to get online or not, so there won't be any updates until Monday. Cheers!

It was a perfectly normal day. Integra had actually gotten up earlier than usual to work on the stacks of paperwork that never seemed to leave her desk. Most of it consisted of supplies and work orders. With no one knowing when the strike would come, they were stocking up on resources. Everything required her signature.

Bloody signatures. She thought. It was tiring to scribble one's name on pieces of paper all day. She was seriously considering having a stamp made. It would be a worthwhile investment.

The knight glanced up from her work when the phone rang. Wondering who it could be, she answered.

"Sir Hellsing?" a man's voice - young, from the sound of it – questioned. "This is Matthew Scottsdale. I'm a senior aide with Sir Pentwood's office."

One of Integra's brows rose slightly. Sir Pentwood was an old friend of the family. He didn't often have a reason to call Hellsing, but when he did, he called personally. Having an aide speak on his behalf was highly irregular.

"I don't speak with Sir Pentwood's aides often, Mr. Scottsdale." she told him. "May I ask for the reason you're calling?"

"I'm very sorry, sir. Sir Pentwood would have called himself, but he's been at the Naval Command base since late last night." the man reported. "I've just come from there. He wanted me to inform you that there's a situation he thought you should be aware of."

The knight sat up straighter in her chair. "What situation?"

"I'm afraid I wasn't given any details, sir. He only said it was of the utmost importance, and he didn't trust the security of the lines to speak of it over the phone."

Her first thought was that something had happened. All of Hellsing's phone lines were checked regularly to ensure their security. If Sir Pentwood wouldn't trust even that, then it was something terribly important.

"He's at the Naval Command base, you say?"

"Yes, sir." he confirmed.

Integra nodded to herself. "I'll be there shortly."

The moment she got Scottsdale off the phone, she called Walter to have him get a car ready. She checked to make sure her gun was loaded, pulled out her heavy overcoat, and was on her way.

When the lady knight arrived at the Royal Navy's command base with Walter, she was immediately led to the main control room for a briefing. She wasn't the least bit happy with what she heard.

In the early morning hours, one of the Royal Air Force's helicopters had taken off from one of their bases without approval. The GPS transmitter installed within the hull of the machine allowed them to track it along the southern coast, where it made a brief stop before heading out to sea. And it went directly toward the battleship HMS Eagle.

"Why wasn't I informed of this sooner?" Integra demanded.

Sir Pentwood blanched. He knew he had made a serious mistake. "Until the chopper's route changed, it was an Air Force issue. We had no information on it, and we thought it could be a black ops mission."

It was a carefully constructed excuse to cover up the fact that the Navy had royally screwed up. They had been tracking the bloody thing all night. If there were a problem, it would have been far easier to shoot down a helicopter than deal with a battleship. She was surrounded by idiots.

"How long have communications been cut off?" she questioned, going back to flipping through the written report she had been given.

"They've been out since about 0400 hours. We received a brief signal from the Eagle, but no actual message." Sir Pentwood informed her. He then looked nervous. "Given our new information, it is likely they... attempted a distress call, but were stopped before it could go out."

Integra paused and looked up at him. "What new information?"

The older knight fidgeted with his tie, while one of the information officers cleared his throat.

"Once we lost contact with the Eagle, we began satellite surveillance. We couldn't get much visual feedback through the morning fog, but about an hour ago we saw this."

The man slid a satellite photograph across the table for her to view. It was a close-up of the Eagle's flight deck. An extremely large swastika had been painted across it in bright red. In the center of the symbol, a lone, dark figure sat. Integra could make out little more than they seemed to reclining under what looked like a yellow parasol.

They had a serious problem. Thus far, the ship was remaining stationary, but she didn't feel comfortable with Millennium having that level of firepower at their disposal. Something needed to be done. The knight flipped the report closed and clasped her hands on the table in front of her.

"I've determined this to be the work of vampires, and an open act of aggression against Great Britain." she announced. "The Hellsing organization is claiming jurisdiction." she glanced at Sir Pentwood. "Do you have an issue with that?"

The older knight slumped and coughed. "You're the monster hunter here, Sir Integra." he said. "The Royal Navy will provide any assistance you many need."

Good. She thought. This would go smoother without any arguments. Their lack of early response had gotten them into this bloody mess, so they could help them get out of it. But now she had to discern the best way to handle the situation. A battleship was a highly advanced piece of naval weaponry. They were designed to defend against any sort of threat thrown at them. However, vampires were at their weakest during the daylight hours. She could use the sun to her advantage. And if the battleship could be sunk, the monsters on board would suffer a slow, painful death at the hands of the ocean's influence. After all the bastards had done to her organization, Integra found that to be a fitting end for them.

Walter suggested they could use a squadron of planes – some to attack, and some to act as decoy chaff in the event the Eagle's anti-aircraft guns were used against them. Seven F-15 fighter jets were deployed from one of the naval bases along the coast.

From the Naval Command base, everyone watched the satellite feeds as the mission played out. When the fighters were in range, they spread out into attack formation. There was no response from the Eagle until the heat-seeking missiles were launched. They came to within 30 feet of the sides of the ship, then exploded like they had struck an invisible barrier. Integra's eyes widened in shock as something bright darted back and forth through the air. What the hell was that? She knew of no weapon that moved that way. The white shape flew toward the jets, ripping them into pieces one by one.

"What the devil just happened?" Sir Pentwood exclaimed, an anxious fear in his eyes. "Were the anti-aircraft guns fired?"

The intelligence officers studied the screens in complete bewilderment. "No sir..." one of them said. "I don't know what that was, but the readings..." he swallowed. "The readings indicate a single shot fired from the flight deck."

The situation just went from bad to worse. One of their battleships was in enemy hands, and there was an unidentified weapon on board that could take out multiple moving targets in a single shot. This was beyond Integra's scope of knowledge. She needed an expert opinion before any further moves were made. With no one sure about the security of the phone lines, contacting the manor would be tricky. But she had an idea. She looked over at Sir Pentwood.

"Do you have any computers here you can ensure the security of?" she asked.

He blinked, then nodded his assent.

"Do they have video conferencing capability?"

"I believe so..." he replied haltingly.

The knight gave a short nod. "I'll need to use one. And a private conference room where I won't be interrupted, if you please."

It was routine inspection time. The newer guns that were given out at Christmas hadn't been used aside from test firing on the shooting range. All of them were up to standard. The older guns though, had to be thoroughly checked over. It proved to be an interesting task because Syn had to keep the baby with her. Mihnea had been screaming all morning, and Rebecca couldn't get him to calm down. It was strange. He usually slept most of the time during the day. He didn't need to be changed and he wasn't hungry... The only thing that stopped his crying fit was the redhead holding him. She figured that to give her son's lungs a rest and to save everyone from his earsplitting screams, she should put him in a baby carrier and go about her business.

Apparently, the mercenaries all thought the sight of her stripping guns apart with a baby strapped to her chest was the most interesting thing they'd ever seen.

"Uh... is it okay for him to be down here?" one of them asked.

Syn looked in the direction she heard the question come from. Keeping track of all the Geese's names was a monumental task. There were so damn many of them. To make it more complicated, half of the men went by unusual nicknames they had somehow gotten stuck with. Most of them she recognized as being from Full Metal Jacket. When she commented that they had watched that movie too many times, they declared it to be the best movie in existence then treated her to their personal rendition of the 'Eskimo song'. She only let them by with it because she thought it actually was a good movie.

"What's wrong, Snowball? You have a problem with babies or something?" she asked.

He immediately started shaking his head. "No ma'am! I was just..."

"Hey," one of the others piped up. "Does he bite?"

Syn blinked. What kind of stupid question was that? "No he doesn't bite." she said. "He doesn't have any teeth yet."

" 'e might gum you to death zhough." Pip said from his seat on top of one of the sofa's backrests. "My poor knucklez will never be zhe zame."

The redhead rolled her eyes. Trust Bernadette to be over-dramatic about something stupid.

"Captain," she said, using a sarcastic tone of voice. "There's this wonderful new invention. It's called a pacifier."

Bernadette made a face at her. "Well, exuze me. I didn't zhink about zhat when we found 'im. I had to do zomezhing to shut 'im up."

The men just laughed, and Syn couldn't help but grin at the mental image of him trying to soothe a fussy baby. She was about to start disassembling another rifle to check it out when her phone rang. She frowned when she saw the number displayed on the screen. It was Ed's office line. Why the hell was he calling her cell phone when he knew she was in the house?

"Syn? Why aren't you in your office!" he demanded when she answered.

The redhead was perplexed. "Um... I have weapon inspections today...?" she reminded him.

"Oh." he replied, sounding like he was having a 'duh' moment. "Is Bernadette down there with you?"

She snapped at Pip to get his attention. "Yeah, he's here. What's wrong?"

The Geese all grew quiet, and the Captain perked up with interest.

"There's a situation." her cousin told her. "Integra's at the Naval Command base. Both of you need to get up here to my office for a conference call. The vampires too."

A chill went down her spine. "We'll be there in a second." she hung up the phone, and turned toward Pip's expectant look. "Something's going on. We have a conference call with Sir Integra upstairs."

The man didn't have to be told twice. He was up and moving before Syn could get the gun she was working on out of her lap. The rest of the inspections would have to wait. As they headed over to the main part of the house, she reached out mentally. Alucard would be asleep this time of day. She hoped she wouldn't have to beat him over the head with the mental equivalent of a brick to get him up.

Alucard! She sent out. When she got nothing back, she tried again. Alucard, get your ass up!

She felt a bleary sort of awareness as he came to, then a rush of his irritation.

It's the middle of the goddamn day. He growled at her. What do you want, woman?

The vampire was usually in a pissy mood when someone woke him up early. She didn't have time to deal with it at the moment.

Don't get snippy with me. Syn admonished. Something's going on. Integra's off doing something with the navy, and we have a conference call with her in Ed's office. Bring Seras.

Alucard was suddenly wide awake. She felt him calling for the police girl before she turned her attention elsewhere. She had to find Rebecca to take Mihnea for a while. She had no idea what was going on, but it sounded serious.

Note to readers: Full Metal Jacket is indeed one of the best movies in existence. If you haven't seen it, you should. It is the birthplace of the Eskimo song the Wild Geese are always singing, and there is much blood, guts, and awfulness. :D
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