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Hellsing - Blood Heritage	By : fallenangellet Category: Hellsing > General Views: 20212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I don't own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this.

I cried a lot while writing this one. :(

Sir Integra was going over the written reports of the Eagle's sinking. Ordering the destruction of an extremely expensive piece of equipment was a matter that required a lot of paperwork and explanation. Since the knight had been the one to suggest it, she had to be involved in the debriefing process.

As she was flipping through the multiple pages, she heard a voice. It was a voice she was absolutely certain she had never heard before. She was usually good about remembering things like that, and this was something she couldn't place. But even with her inability to place it, she distinctly heard it say her name.

"Integra."

The knight glanced up. None of the officers in the room were looking at her. They were all busy with reports of their own. No one was trying to get her attention. Was all the stress of the recent situation making her hear things that weren't there?

"To your left, Integra." the voice whispered. "And don't be alarmed."

Her brow furrowed and she looked to her left. There was no one there. She was beginning to wonder if perhaps she should take a break to clear her head when she noticed something. There was a reflection in one of the computer screens near her. A reflection of someone who wasn't in the room to be reflected. It was an older, dapper looking gentleman in a three-piece suit and tie. After taking a moment to study the odd image before her, she realized she recognized his face from portraits she had seen in the past. This was Sir Oliver Cromwell. Integra blinked at him.

The man in the screen peered around the room. "I realize this is all very strange, but we need to have a talk." he told her quietly. "In private, if at all possible."

She blinked at him again. The gun Edmund proposed to her with was named Cromwell. Was this the spirit of her gun speaking to her?

"Are you a spirit?" she whispered, trying not to draw attention to herself.

"I am indeed." he replied, then looked around once more. "If you don't mind, this is quite urgent."

It was highly unusual, but the guns Syn created did tend to have a mind and life of their own. She had witnessed both her and Edmund speak with their weapons on several occasions. The knight wasn't entirely sure what the system for it was, but it usually involved a mirror. Integra gave the spirit a short nod of understanding, then pushed herself back from the table.

She excused herself from the control room and headed for the bathrooms. She didn't carry anything on her person that could be used as a mirror, but there would be some in there. When she entered the loo, she checked to make sure their were no other occupants, then locked the door. When she turned back toward the mirror hanging on the wall over the sink, the spirit was already there, waiting.

"Sir Oliver Cromwell?" she questioned.

The man nodded. "These aren't the circumstances I would have chosen for our introduction, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I imagine the others would have been quite shocked by my appearance."

They would have indeed, Integra thought. It wasn't everyday that the Lord Protector of England randomly popped into a computer screen.

The knight cleared her throat carefully. "I've never had a conversation with a spirit before, but I assume from what I've seen of the others that this is important?"

"You have an acute sense of observation, Integra." Cromwell praised. "I've come to give you a warning."

"A warning?"

He inclined his head. "The incident with the Eagle is only the beginning. Millennium's undead army is on the move. Some of their advance units are already here, in this very building as we speak."

Integra was stunned by the information. The enemy was already in the building and no one knew?

"I've sent the other spirits to warn your people at the manor." the spirit went on. "They'll send up the alarm and prepare the soldiers. But it would be advisable for you to leave this place as quickly as possible. There is a traitor in your midst, Integra, and it is someone you know very well." he glanced past her at the sound of footsteps walking just outside the door. "You should go before you raise suspicion. Just remember to be careful who you trust."

He vanished in a swirl of color before she had time to ask what he meant. The knight stared at the empty mirror with a furrowed brow. This was disturbing. Agents of Millennium had gotten inside this base – most likely with the assistance of the traitor he spoke of. She knew they had moles placed somewhere feeding them information, but if it was someone she knew, and knew well, then this went beyond what she originally imagined.

As she moved to unlock the door of the loo, the flashing light of her pager caught her attention. The others back at the house had apparently gotten the message from the other spirits and were implementing emergency procedures. Integra pressed a button to turn it off. She didn't want to risk Millennium's agents here suspecting she knew what was going on. The knight returned to the control room intending to collect Walter so they could leave. She had to get back to her house to lead her men and give out orders.

But when she stepped back inside the room, her butler was nowhere to be seen. He never went far from her when serving as a bodyguard. This was unusual. Sir Pentwood nor any of the other officers in the room knew were he had gone. What the bloody hell was going on? She couldn't leave without him. Not only did Integra not like the idea of leaving her trusted adviser behind, Walter had the keys to the car. She was literally stuck until she found him. Wandering around the base searching for him with the enemy already positioned within somewhere wasn't the best course of action. The safest thing to do was remain where she was and hope nothing happened to him on his way back from wherever he had gone off to.

As she turned her attention back to going through reports to keep the others around thinking she was working, her thoughts raced, trying to figure out who this 'traitor' could be. Someone she knew well, Cromwell said. It couldn't possibly be one of her inner circle at the manor. She would have seen something suspicious and picked up on it. One of the Round Table knights perhaps? Most of them didn't particularly like her or the methods she used to get things done. It would make sense for one of them to ally themselves with a force that intended to overthrow her organization. She didn't like that thought, but it could be the case.

Integra went still as a thought struck her. The monsters were inside the Naval Command base. Someone here would have had to let them in to prevent an alarm going up. There was only one person here she knew personally. Her eyes turned toward Sir Pentwood, suddenly suspicious. He was the Admiral Commander of the Royal Navy. He had authority over everyone here. But that wasn't possible. Sir Pentwood was incredibly timid. She had used that quality to her advantage many times to gain access to new technologies by giving him a little push...

Oh God. She thought. She had been pushy with him. He was one of the few knights she felt she had some pull with. Could it be that he held some kind of resentment toward her because of her treatment of him in the past? A resentment that would cause him to seek some sort of revenge? Her father had always told her if she had need of anything, Sir Pentwood was the one to go to. But now it seemed her trust in him may have been misplaced...

The knight noticed Walter slide through the door and breathed a small sigh of relief. So nothing had happened. Not yet, anyway. When he approached her, she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" she demanded.

The butler took a surprised step back. "I was retrieving accessory reports from downstairs, sir." he replied, then looked at her in concern. "You look troubled. Is something the matter?"

Integra shook her head. "We need to leave. As soon as possible."

"Sir?"

"You heard me, Walter." she snapped. "We're leaving. Now."

He seemed taken aback by her behavior, but the knight would have to explain later. Cromwell's warning had filled her with a sense of urgency. She rose from the table to go with Walter to fetch the car, but froze when one of the men working on communications raised his voice in alarm.

"Sir! Our radio contact has been cut off!"

Sir Pentwood gave a start and whirled around. "What! Are the phone lines working!"

One of the other officers picked up a phone to test it, then went pale. "There's... nothing, sir."

"Satellite feeds are down! The computers have stopped working!"

Several men in black SS uniforms marched in, pointing their weapons at the officers working throughout the room. They all shouted in shock when they saw them. These men hadn't even bothered to come in disguise. They walked right in dressed in full Nazi regalia. At his position at the head of the conference table, Sir Pentwood seemed frozen, unable to move.

"Wha... how did..." he sputtered.

The commander of the Nazi forces glanced around the room, then focused on Integra. "Ah, Sir Hellsing!" he said with a smile. "Ve've been looking for you." he pulled out his handgun and aimed at her. "I've been lucky enough to be tasked vith your execution. Do you haff any final vords for us?"

Integra glanced at the others in the room. These men... they would be slaughtered once they were through with her. And Sir Pentwood looked absolutely terrified. The knight straightened her shoulders and gave the Nazi filth a look of pure ice.

"As a matter of fact, I do." she said, calmly sitting back down in her seat. "Only a child looks into the face of a viper and says it's lucky." She smirked to herself as the commander narrowed his eyes in fury at her insult. "Walter? Do your work."

"Aye, sir." he said, then stepped forward, drawing out his wires. "Come." he challenged the intruders. "Let us spar, little babes."

It would have been a sad sight, had they not earned their fate. The SS officers were ripped into pieces before they could react. Their blood and bits of flesh spattered across the room as Walter's deadly wires sliced through the air. Integra was far enough back to be spared from the blood, but Sir Pentwood received a face full of the mess. He touched his cheek with trembling fingers, then looked down at the red smeared across his skin.

Walter expertly snapped his wires back, then drew a clean handkerchief from his vest pocket. "I'm terribly sorry for the mess, sir." he apologized as he passed it to him.

The other officers began arguing amongst themselves about how this travesty could have happened.

"How the hell did they get in here?" someone shouted. "We're on a high alert!"

"There were no alarms sounded! There's no way..."

Integra couldn't help but be surprised when Sir Pentwood cleared his throat after wiping his face clean. "There's no use arguing about it now. We've already been infiltrated. This war..." he paused, looking nervous. "This war has already begun."

The lady knight studied him thoughtfully. "I owe you an apology." she told him, truly meaning it. "I was beginning to think that you were the traitor."

Sir Pentwood blinked at her, then lowered his shoulders and looked down at the table. "I'm a whimpering coward, Integra, but I've never been a traitor." he swallowed, as if struggling with a difficult decision, then coughed meaningfully. "Your men will need you. You should get out of here while you can." he told her, then looked around. "All of you. Go home to your families."

Several of his men stared at him, looking just as surprised as Integra felt. "What about you, sir?"

The older knight swallowed, looking like he felt sick. "I'm staying. Someone has to stay... in case communications come back online. If the other branches haven't been taken over, they'll need to be warned..."

The intelligence and communications officers looked amongst each other, confused, then one of them smiled.

"No offense, sir, but you don't know a damn thing about computers. And if you try to use the radio, you'll probably break it."

"Aye, sir." another said, his lips pulling into a grin of understanding. "You just sit over there like you always do, and let us handle this."

"Alright boys, start working on the lines! Get something working!"

Sir Pentwood stared at them in shock. "What the devil are you doing! I gave you an order! Get out of here!"

"With all due respect sir, none of us is going anywhere so please shut up. You can have us court-marshaled when this mess is over."

Integra allowed herself a small smile as she lit up a cigar. "You never were very good at bringing your people to heel." she commented.

He looked at her and gave her a nostalgic smile of his own. "No... I wasn't, was I?"

She inclined her head. "You're really going to stay here?" she asked.

He straightened his shoulders resolutely. "I am."

Integra had to fight not to show the sudden well of emotion she felt. Sometimes, when the situation was at it's worst, even the most fearful could show incredible strength of will. She had no doubt from the look on his face that he would stay here and face whatever came. She withdrew her accessory pistol and an extra cartridge of bullets.

"Ordinary rounds wont do anything to them." she told him. "You'll need the silver bullets."

Sir Pentwood stared at the gun on the table, then nodded. As she turned to leave, his voice stopped her.

"Sir Integra?"

She turned back around.

"If anyone can stop these bastards, it would be you. Tear the monsters apart for us." he said. "It's been a true honor knowing you and serving with you." his lip trembled. "God speed."

Integra felt tears well up, but she refused to let them fall. She inclined her head. "It's been an honor knowing you as well, Sir Pentwood. May God be with you."

When she left the room and the door was closed behind her, she had to pause to take a breath. This was goodbye.

"Your orders, Sir Integra?" Walter questioned from her side.

She straightened and blinked the tears away. "We go back to manor. I need to lead my men."

He nodded in understanding, and they began the long trek down the halls to get to the car.
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