Another New Enemy(2)

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon at the Royal Museum of London. Walter was wearing a black suit while Integra was dressed in a green colored British dress with a hat. Miranda was dressed in a red British dress and a small red hat on her head, holding a folded umbrella with her hair tied up in a bun. Karl, on the other hand, was wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a tie, with his beard shaved and his hair was trimmed short and gentlemanly, as well as wearing a black fedora hat.

"Walter, what time is it?" Integra inquired of the butler.

"It's just past three o'clock."

"You think something's wrong?" Miranda asked Integra, slightly apprehensive.

"Well, they asked us to meet us here and now they are late, do you think it's a trap?"

"I highly doubt it."

"I agree," said Walter, "They wouldn't try to do something in public in the middle of the day, especially when they're in the very heart of enemy territory."

As the three continue to discuss, Karl notices two people approaching and conversing with each other and says, "We got company coming up ahead, people."

True to Karl's words, two men were seen approaching them who appeared to be members of the Iscariot organization. As soon as the two noticed Integra and her allies in their sight, one of them, who had white hair, pale skin and purple eyes, was known as the head of the Iscariot organization.

Enrico Maxwell

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"Are you getting bad vibes from him, Miranda?" Heisenberg whispered to Miranda, who nodded his head in agreement.

"Yes."

"It seems like we are late," The man named Maxwell said.

"It appears so," His escort added.

As Maxwell approaches Integra, he pleasantly greeted, "Oh hello. Sorry to keep you-"

"Stop right there!"

Maxwell's approach to Integra came to a halt the moment she raised her voice at him

"What business does the Vatican have here?" Integra asked with anger, "And why send the Iscariots the dirtiest of their dirty little secrets?"

"How unfortunate, it seems like our reputation has preceded us," said Maxwell, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Enrico Maxwell, the head of the Iscariot organization, it is an honor to meet you."

"I really don't care who you are, just tell me what you want." Integra demands harshly.

"Now, now, no need to speak in such a harsh tone, we didn't come all the way here to fight."

"I don't believe you! You've done nothing but show contempt for our treaties and this latest incident with Anderson in Northern Ireland was inexcusable and he nearly killed two of my best men in Badrick. I barely managed to escape with my head still attached!"

'Jeez what have you guys been through before we came here?' Karl cluelessly said in his mind.

"Will you shut up!"

"How dare you."

"You really expect us to let you do as you please? Two men? If I slaughtered two million of you scums I wouldn't shed a single tear. I am under direct orders from his holiness otherwise I wouldn't bother with you filthy creatures. So just shut up and pay attention, you miserable English sow!"

"...This guy has an assload of screws loose." Heisenberg commented.

"Agreed," Miranda said with a nod.

"A sow?"

Suddenly, a new voice resonated throughout the hallways, as Alucard walked out of the wall to face Maxwell.

"Nothing like the Iscariot organization to inspire the fear of God. Such fearsome insults. Two thousand years of your innate prattling. Truly some things never change."

Maxwell snorted, "The great vampire Alucard, the hellsing family's pet creature, I don't believe I've ever seen you in person before, It's a great pleasure to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, now I'm gonna say goodbye,"

With murderous intent under his orange shades, Alucard draws his Casull and aims at Maxwell, saying, "You called my master a sow and expect me to let you live? I'm afraid I'm gonna just put a bullet in your head, you foolish little man."

"Oh ho!" Karl Heisenberg grinned excitedly, the earth trembled and multiple small metallic objects around his vicinity began to gradually arise.

"Oh no." Miranda quietly mumbled.

"Oh, how absolutely terrifying, how can a man be expected to deal with people who put a gun to his face? I think you all agree that turnabout is fair play," Maxwell says with a grin, "So why don't we make this fight interesting."

Snap!

Snapping his fingers, Maxwell raised his voice and cried.

"ANDERSON!"

At the end of the hallway, a man appeared not far from the group's location, peering at them and appearing to be of Irish descent. He was infamously known for being a vampire hunter and member of the Iscariot organization, as well as the rival to the great Alucard.

Alexander Anderson.

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"This might not end well." Miranda muttered, her claws poised and her wings ready to sprang out from her back as she felt a dreadful sensation from this man alone, a sensation that made her want to immediately enter her mutation form.

Taking out his bayonets, Angerson started approaching them with his spectacles flashing through the light.

"Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling."

"You brought us a present?!" Karl exclaimed, bringing out his giant hammer out of nowhere with sheer psychotic bliss.

"Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish from a way, when his wrath is kindled but a little!" Anderson said as he move Maxwell aside and walk towards Alucard, not exactly reluctant to rip said fucker to bloody pieces.

In response to this, Alucard brought out his Casull and Jackal and pointed them at Anderson, while Karl directed his hammer at Anderson and the floating metal shards and poles. Anderson leveled his bayonets at the two as the three of them were now engaged in an intense standoff, both of whom laughing maniacally.

"Do not do it, Heisenberg!" Miranda shouted.

"Wait Anderson, I order you to pull back!" Maxwell followed, fearing he might have miscalculated than what he had thought.

Suddenly, Seras showed up with a group of 80 year old Japanese tourists while wearing a police uniform, bringing the group in between Alucard, Karl and Anderson.

"Right this way group B~! That's right~! Right in front of everybody else~! You're 80, you're used to it~! We're going to look at art and paintings~!"

"Welp, my boner's gone." Karl said as he lowered his hammer, metal shards and the poles around him.

"Well, this isn't the right time or place to fight, Karl." Alucard replied.

Anderson agreed, "Yes, you're quite right."

"Fine, kind of a mood-killer"

Putting away their weapons down, both Alucard and Anderson walked away in opposite direction except for Karl.

Maxwell and Integra return to their discussion, more than eager to change the subject at hand.

"...You want some coffee?"

Integra smiled wryly, "I would like some."

Soon enough, the two make their way for the cafe area in the museum to have their meeting. Meanwhile, Walter, Miranda and Maxwell's escort, Renaldo, sighed in relief.

"Great job, Seras." Miranda and Walter said in unison.

Seras smiled, "Thanks."

"Do you think they will give her the info?" Karl asked Walter.

"Let's hope so."

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"I got the info."

"You got the info?!"

"Yes."

Rodeo was standing in the office wearing his armor, while Integra sat on her chair in front of her office desk with Walter standing beside her.

"According to what Maxwell said, they have set up their base of operations in Brazil. I've already told Alucard, Seras and Pip to take part in our search for them there. What about you?"

"Oh, I will definitely join, your fight with Millenium is my fight as well. Moreover, there is a chance the Forsaken and his new allies might intervene to attack us again or try to change things for the worse."

"Good to know. Now we only need a way to convince Heisenberg to join the search, he's not happy after their fight which Seras defused back at the museum."

Rodeo smiled as he said, "I think I might have an idea."

"And what would it be?"

Facing Walter to his side, Rodeo spoke out.

"Walter, I got a request for you."

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"Did you know you can get vacation days from our organization?"

The scene transitions to a conversation between Walter and Karl Heisenberg in his chamber.

"I can get vacation days?! Does that mean I can leave this place anytime I want and not get annoyed by that bitch Alcina and not get ordered by Miranda? Because seriously, it's always those two I have to talk with. I also get this feeling that I want to go full mutation and destroy them entirely. I have my reasons."

"I...see."

"That settles it, I'm taking a vacation."

"Yes, you can go anywhere you want but not Brazil. Sir Integra will get mad about it otherwise if you go since Alucard and the rest are heading there."

"..."

"..."

For a brief moment of silence, the two exchange a few glances at one another, before-

"...I'm going with Alucard and the rest."

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The following next day, a private jet can be seen flying across the skies, and within it sat Alucard sporting a black suit, orange shades, and long hair that reached all the way to his back, holding a glass of wine in his hand with his usual smile on his face. Pip and Karl sit on the opposite side of him, the frenchman in a white suit reading a newspaper and Karl in a crimson red outfit staring out the window to see a great view from above, something that he never get to see for a long time ever since he has been stuck on that village.

"So where's Seras and Rodeo?" Karl wondered as he asked the vampire.

"Oh, they're downstairs.

Pip lowered his newspaper and questioned, "Isn't that the cargo hold?"

"Why yes."

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Among the numerous bags and items within the cargo compartment was a coffin, covered in cloth and strapped shut with a leather belt. Inside of the coffin were Rodeo and Seras, with Rodeo on the right side of the coffin checking his phone and had his armor on, and Seras on the left side, clutching Rodeo's helmet as the two were facing opposite directions.

"I have a fear of flying, coffins, and tight places!" she cried loudly.

"Calm down, Seras, It's alright," Rodeo said calmly, "Once we get to our location, which is the hotel that Alucard booked for us, he'll get us out of the coffin."

"*sniff* I know, but it doesn't help either way."

"You know what helps? Talking. So you start first?"

Wiping her tears away, Seras agreed to Rodeo and asked, "Do you miss them? Your friends in this scp universe?"

"...I do. Everyday. I'm just wondering what they are doing right now, and... what our enemies might be planning next there, but I can just hope that they are doing alright without me. I still need to find a way back home over there."

"...Rodeo, if a twist of fate brought you here. I'm pretty sure it might help you get back home as well because…"

"Because fate works in mysterious ways," Rodeo finished her sentence, before adding, "Or perhaps this is a test of mentality. I just don't know yet."

"I see. You think the Forsaken might show up?"

"Not sure. At this point I'm not sure what he's planning and who his new allies are, but... we will stop him."

"Let's hope so," Seras yawned, "I'm gonna take a nap."

"Sure."

The next thing Rodeo knew, he heard snoring noises and turned to glance at Seras to see she was fast asleep.

"She'll need sleep." Rodeo murmured before facing in front and contemplating.

'Just what do you plan on doing this time, Forsaken.'