Feb 04, 2011 16:46
[Integra blinked, surprised to open her eyes and see...definitely not London. It was somewhat dark, a nuance she found a bit disconcerting, but the comfort of her pistol was near.
Not three heartbeats ago - in her mind - she'd been leading that damnable Iscariot Organization escort down the streets of a ruined London, adamant to return to her own Headquarters even as Millennium's attack raged over the city.
Now, she found herself staring at a surprisingly quaint little village, marred only by the large rifts running here and there across the ground. And it was right about then she discovered the portable communication device snugly ensconced in her pocket.
Drawing it out, she curiously flicked it on even as she drew the gun from underneath her jacket. Her voice echoed in the silence, distinctly British accented and growing more annoyed by the moment.]
Walter? Seras? Hellsing Organization, report! This is Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing speaking; I repeat, Integra Wingates Hellsing! I require a situation status immediately!
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