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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.

Okay people, remember how I said at the very beginning of this story that some events would be rearranged, and others would be changed entirely? This would be one of the ones that got changed. You guys might not like how this plays out, but it had to be done.

Alucard and Seras got to Ed's office about the same time that Pip and Syn arrived. Edmund's laptop computer was set up on his desk for a video conference where they would be able to see Integra and Walter as they spoke to them. Once everyone pulled up chairs so they would be able to see comfortably, the knight explained the situation.

Needless to say, everyone was shocked.

"A battleship!?" Seras exclaimed. "How did they get onto a battleship without anyone knowing about it!"

Integra made a face. "They did know. The military didn't see fit to inform us of the situation until after the ship was taken over." she informed them. "That particular issue will have to be taken care of later. For now, we need to focus on the Eagle."

She went on to tell them how they had sent a squadron of planes to intercept the ship and attempt to sink it. Both the jets and the missiles they fired were destroyed before they got close enough to do any damage. Though Syn was horrified by what she was hearing, the designer side of herself couldn't help but be intrigued. A weapon that could take down several planes and missiles with one shot was something she wanted to see.

"Do you think you can identify this weapon, and come up with a way to get around it?" Integra asked her.

The redhead considered it. "I'll do my best, sir." she replied. "Do you have any pictures or video?"

The knight uploaded the recorded satellite feed from the attack for them to view. Everything was shown from above, so it was difficult to see anything specific. But Syn finally zeroed in on a particular segment that showed the best view of the Eagle's flight deck. She paused the video and had Edmund zoom in. The image was grainy, but there was enough information for her to make out what she was looking at.

"Sir..." she began, studying the image before her with wonder. "That shot was fired from a black powder musket."

Integra blinked at her in surprise. "How is it possible that one shot from a musket could take down seven planes and four missiles?"

Ed squinted at the video frame. "The musket balls could be modified with an explosive charge, then enchanted with an avoidance and tracking charm." he nudged Syn gently in the ribs. "Look at the strafing pattern."

The redhead played the video again at a slower speed. She saw what he was talking about.

"The bullet is avoiding detection through a random movement pattern." she explained. "It confuses the eye and makes it impossible to tell which target it's going after, or exactly where it will hit."

The knight on the screen narrowed her eyes and lit up a cigar. "Wonderful. Now we have magic bullets to deal with." she pushed up her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "So how do we get around it? Using aircraft to sink the ship obviously isn't going to work."

Everyone immediately began throwing out ideas – most of which were shot down the moment they left their mouths. Any fighter jets, bombers, or large boats would be vulnerable to the ship's armaments. It was possible a smaller craft could get close if it had enough decoys to draw away gunfire, but there were still the magic bullets to consider. At Integra's side, Walter put his hand to his mouth and coughed meaningfully.

"Perhaps there could be a way to attack them from within, rather than sinking the ship outright." he said.

Integra paused and glanced at him. "How do you mean, Walter?"

The butler straightened his posture. "The US military developed a spy plane many years ago known as the SR-71 Blackbird. It's cruising speed is at Mach 3, and it's normal procedure for avoiding surface to air threats is to simply accelerate. If we were to put Alucard on that plane, it may be fast enough to avoid the magic bullets, and he could crash land it directly into the Eagle if necessary."

It would have been a great plan except for one thing. The Eagle was in the middle of the ocean. If Alucard crashed a plane into it and killed all the monsters on board, he would be left stranded on a sinking ship with no way to get off of it. The redhead thought that perhaps the butler's age was catching up to him. Walter was usually an excellent strategist, but this was a big thing to overlook.

Edmund rubbed his chin. "This stinks of a trap, Integra."

The knight nodded. "I agree." she said, then turned to Walter. "I am not sending Alucard to that ship. We can't afford for him to be out of commission when we don't know what their next move may be."

The butler looked like he didn't like his plan being discarded, but inclined his head and didn't argue about it. Integra turned back to the screen and studied them. "So how do we handle this situation? We can't leave the bloody thing out there to do whatever it wants."

Syn's brows furrowed. "To get around the magic bullets, we'd need something that couldn't be detected."

"Zomezhing wizh ztealth technology?" Pip offered.

The redhead nodded. "Something that operates with stealth." she confirmed. "Invisible and silent."

Alucard had been silent for the duration of the meeting, taking in all the information and turning it over in his mind. At last, he stepped forward to put in his two cents.

"If we can't attack from the surface or from above, then the only option left is to strike from below." he said, looking at the screen intently.

Edmund's eyes lit up. "That's it!" he turned to Integra. "Ask them if they have any HK's in the area that could move into attack position."

The HMS Astute was one of the most technologically advanced submarines in the world, and the largest in the Royal Navy's arsenal. As luck would have it, she was scouring the waters not far from where the Eagle was positioned. When the Lieutenant-Commander of her crew received new orders from the Naval Command base just outside of London, he was immediately taken aback by them.

"We're to attack one of our own ships, Sir?" he questioned, stunned.

Sir Pentwood was the commanding Admiral of the Royal Navy's fleet, but he had never heard of him giving such an order before. Over the radio system, the knight's voice confirmed the instructions.

"The Eagle has been hijacked and is no longer under British control." he told the sub's commander. "We have determined it isn't possible to reclaim her by sea or air. Her Majesty's Navy will not allow one of her own to be used against her. You are to engage the battleship and see that she's put to rest on the bottom of the ocean."

It was a serious business to have an enemy take control of a battleship. The Lieutenant-Commander nodded.

"Aye, sir."

The master key to unlock the various missile and torpedo systems were kept locked in a box that could only be opened with other keys held by three of the highest ranking crew members. All had to read and confirm the written order before consenting to give them over. The boat's commander informed them of the situation, read the orders, and the box was opened.

"Gentlemen, we're to give our sister ship a proper burial." he announced over the speakers. "Ready the torpedo tubes, and prepare the colors."

It was almost time. Only one hour and thirty seven minutes to go.

The alarm clock the Major gave Rip was kept with her at all times. She consulted it constantly. Many of the vampire soldiers would remain inside the control room and watch as she sat on the flight deck for hours – lounging under her umbrella and watching the hands slowly count down the seconds and minutes. Lieutenant Van Winkle didn't know exactly what the 'fruition' of her mission would be, but she was quivering with expectation.

When Hitler's regime first gained power, Rip had been an underdog within the army's ranks. She had a single-minded devotion to serving her country and her Fuehrer, but she was not given much respect by her fellow officers. Rip was nowhere close to the Nazi image of the racial ideal. Her dark blue eyes were acceptable, but her dark hair and freckles were undesirable. The fact that she was a woman complicated matters even further. Women could be useful and perform important tasks, yes, but the battlefield wasn't the place for them. No matter how much Rip hungered to fight and put her skills to good use for mother Germany, she was passed over every time.

Then the Major had come along. He saw her extraordinary talent as a sniper and immediately had her transferred to his unit. She was accepted with open arms, given a place, and finally shown respect by her peers. The Major called her his Huntress. Named for Kaspar of Der Freischütz – her favorite opera. The one who's musket always aimed true, and who's bullet punished all without distinction. She had been chosen as one of the first to be modified with the new, perfected FREAK technology, and now she had been handpicked to be the first to engage the enemy.

Rip didn't know what was coming, but she wouldn't fail. She couldn't disobey her Major or let him down.

Twenty-eight minutes and forty-three seconds.

The attacking jets had been easy to deal with. She shot them down with a song on her lips and in her heart. It hadn't been the right time. They had to be gotten rid of. But something would soon come to them. Something glorious. Something worthy of engaging in battle.

Five minutes, fifteen seconds.

Just on the horizon. Nothing could be seen yet. Those in the control room reported nothing on the ship's radar. Perhaps they would wait until the last second to strike at them. But something would come. The Major's influence extended across the globe. His fingers were firmly planted in various branches of government in every major country. He had access to information no one else had. He would know. He was never wrong.

But when her alarm clock finally sounded, there was nothing there. Rip bristled with excitement. Watching. Waiting. Nothing came. After a few minutes, her shoulders slumped, wondering what was going on. There had to be something. The Major was never wrong. Never...

"There ist nothing on the screens?" she called up to the control room.

The commanding officer one rank below her studied the displays and shook his head. "Nothing, Frau Lieutenant. Perhaps there vas a mistake somevhere?"

She narrowed her eyes, insulted. There couldn't have been a mistake. Their mission was important. Carefully planned out to the smallest detail. There was no way there could be a mis...

A loud boom resounded through the air as an explosion hit the left side of the ship. The newly re-christened 'Adler' rocked with the force of it. Rip was nearly knocked off her feet, and many of the vampires that had retreated inside to avoid the sun came running out to see what had happened.

"Vhat vas that!" one of them shouted. "Ve didn't detect anything! There vas nothing!"

Another boom sounded and the ship swayed, knocking all of them down to slide across the flight deck.

"Vhat the fucking hell!"

"Ve're taking on vater!"

The battleship had numerous water-tight compartments to prevent her from being sunk. But the two explosions hit in succession – striking specific points along the bow. When the third explosion came, the ship began to tilt left toward the waterline. There was too much damage. The commandeered Nazi flagship was going to sink. All the running around in the world wouldn't save them.

The Major had been wrong. They made a mistake. And when the realization of their impending deaths hit her, Rip wondered if this hadn't been his intention all along. To sacrifice them to the waves for some unknown purpose.

None of them were special. Rip herself hadn't been special. To their commanding officer, they were nothing more than pawns on a chessboard, to be moved about at his will.

She had allowed herself to be used. And now she would die for it.

From Millennium's command center, the Major watched as their stolen battleship went up in flames and slowly sank beneath the waves of the Atlantic ocean. This was unexpected. Their mole was supposed to gently guide Hellsing into sending their great 'Ace' to the ship to be kept out of their way. Apparently they had seen past it and made another plan. Their opponent was craftier than he thought.

"It seems our plans vill haff to be moved back, Herr Major." the doctor said with a cough.

"Nein." The Major said firmly. "This ist a small thing. Ve haff come too far to turn back now. Ve vill just haff to prepare for engaging Alucard sooner than ve thought."

When the last of the ship sank beneath the waves, a large, dark form surfaced from the water. A submarine. What an interesting solution to have turned to, he thought. Those things had been a damned nuisance during the last war. He watched as a collection of British sea-men emerged from the top of the sub and hoisted a flag up a large pole. The Jolly Roger. A symbol to announce a victorious mission.

"Let them enjoy their victory for now." the Major said, studying the black skull and crossbones flying in the breeze. "Ve shall be on our favorite battlefield again soon enough."

As much as I love the Hellsing series and respect all of the characters, this incident was the one time I thought Integra did something obscenely stupid. When I read it, I was like: What the hell is she thinking?

Don't get me wrong. The SR-71 Blackbird is one of my favorite planes. It's one of the best military planes that ever came out of the Skunkworks. I nearly fainted in happiness when I saw it so beautifully rendered in the manga. But I never understood why anyone in their right mind would send Alucard out to a battleship in the middle of the freaking ocean knowing he'd be stuck out there for God knows how long. So while I hate to disappoint anyone who was looking forward to Rip Van Winkle being suggestively impaled on her own musket, I am sacrificing her epic death scene to maintain Sir Integra's dignity. Sir Integra's coolness factor is way higher than Rip's, so I think she deserves that.

And now a brief history lesson: Great Britain originally didn't like the idea of using submarines when everyone else started developing them (about 1901) because they believed it was an unfair way of waging war. One of the Admirals of the Royal Navy said that submarines were no better than pirates. During the second World War, British submarine crews would fly the Jolly Roger to announce a successful combat mission.

Another cool tidbit about the Royal Navy Submarine Service: During the final years of WWII, V-class submarines were designed and built for the British Navy. One of them was the HMS Vampire, and the entire class eventually became known as Vampire-class submarines.

You just can't make this stuff up. History is so damn cool. :D
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