Hellsing: Revenge of the Fallen

[schitzo7830]

The strong pounding of military grade boots could be heard through out the empty hallway of the fourth floor of the Hellsing Orginizations Building. A tall Albino male with multiple scars and white hair was the one making the ruckus. He was extremely tall and lanky however those who knew him kne better than mistake him for weak. Doyle rounded another corner and speeded up slightly. His mind was fludded with thoughts of the past. In his right hand was a plain folder with papers, and on the papers were words, and in the words were meaning... the meaning being a big problem.

Doyle could see the large double doors at the end of the hall he was walking down. He was already geared up and had his team just as ready. His Kimber Eclipse rested in his leg holster and was sweating for some action. Doyle was sweating as well... only his was because he was nervous. What he had read inside the folder shocked and to be honest, scared him.

As Doyle approached the large double doors he stopped, whiped his brow, straightened his postur and sighed. He was about to announce news that would be almost as bad as hearing the world was ending tommarow. Doyle slowly opened the doors to the meeting room and steped in. All eyes snapped to him. Usually sergeants werent permitted admition to the room ever since the assualt on the building a hundred so years ago.

Doyle walked over to Sir Hector von Helling, Head of the Hellsing Orginizations and stands quitely behind him. Anyone who couldnt see how nervous Doyle was could be called aloody idiot. Slowly Sir Hector von Hellsing turned and looked up at Doyle and with quick precise words spoke.

" Yes, Doyle? What is the problem?"

Doyle Quickly slapped the folder dwn on the desk infront of him and looked at his superior with hard eyes. It was clear that this was serious so everyone in the room quickly became silent. The table was lined with members of british intelligence and military. All of them where reknowned as great men but sadly some of them just couldnt shut up at times.

Doyle quickly spoke back to his superior sending the messege the best he could. He wanted to make everything in the folder come across as point blank as he could.

" Sir.... Doyle paused momentarily before gulping and continuing " Today about a half an hour ago... A vampire killed the queen of england and slaughtered every gaurd and servant in the palace. Ghouls were used during the attack..."

The room quickly became an uproar. Doyles eyes were hard, He had just given knews big enough to start a war. Big enough to collapse an entire country. Sadly though that wasn't the end of the bad news. Doyle waved a hand and the room went silent.

" Also we expect Millenium to be behind it."

Hector spoke back slowly " Why do we believe this?"

Doyle sighed and his eyes dropped to the folder. He was hating ever second of this. He felt like it was his fault, But at the same time he felt an anger unlike any before.

"Well Sir.... They used the queens blood to spell out MILLENIUM on a british flag..."

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Hector was containing a whirlwind of emotions. Anger. Disgust. Shame. All directed at himself. That anyone could direct such an attack was unthinkable. That those who did were HIS responsibility... there were no words.

Of course, on the outside, Hector was what he always was.

Perfect.

He nodded in the directions of key members of his adminstrative staff. They knew their tasks instantly and left the room to fulfill them. Lock Down. Security. Media Blackout. Damage Control. Succession...

He sat down and began reading the report. It was one of the two sources of information immediatly available to him. He engaged the other.

'Sergeant. Report any additional information that might be absent from this file.'

[Darkoda]

The sounds of a dull thumping could be heard echoing from a room within Hellsing manor. Most people knew better than to be concerned about it - it was just the Vatican girl doing something that they likely would rather not know about.

After Hector sent out his agents to organize an investigation, Kate was interrupted from her target practice by a Hellsing agent barging into her room. She had to suppress the urge to put one of the darts in her hand through his eye.

"Kate, you have been requested to remain in the mansion for the evening."

"Why?"

The agent knew better than to lie to her. "There have been reports that the palace has been overrun, and the queen assassinated. They....they painted their name over a flag in her blood....Millennium.."

The poor guy looked like he was about to collapse from the shock. For her part, Kate considered it a remarkable bout of self-control that she didn't burst into laughter at the news. Anyway, if they were willing to pull a stunt like that, they were going to do something else soon. She would wait; it was quite possible that the information was wrong, and then she would have gone there for nothing.

"Fine, now go away."

The agent looked at her with some fear and a hint of disgust - checking her face, she noticed that a smirk managed to get through. Ah well, not like she cared what he thought.

[wanzer]

Algrive sat perched up in his room, his sniper rifle resting against his shoulder while he stared out the window of his room at the full moon. The moon shone brightly down through the steel lined window and was creating streams of light through it. Sighing, he wonders why he allowed himself to become a werewolf in the first place and hefted the rifle batting away some flies that came near him. Staring around the room, he noted that it was basically bear aside from a small bed with simple white sheets. The entire place was a network of rectangular stone blocks put together in some haphazard way. Several pieces of the stone work were missing as originally this room had been a sort of pen for Algrive as he got used to his werewolf nature.

There was a knock at his door, telling the visitor to enter he turned his head to look back outside.

"Algrive, the Queen is dead, Millenium is back."

"Alright...I'll be right there."

Algrive mumbles under his breath not understanding the world they lived in. With a shake of his head; he exits his room heading down toward Hector's office for the immeniant debriefing.