Special Division 13.

As they drove away from New York, Walter put one of his last few cigarettes in his mouth as a super-soldier he suffered no damage to his lungs. He looked at his hand as he thought back to The Captain, Father Anderson, and Alucard.

All of them were true monsters and their power was incredible. Owen could proudly stand next to them in his prime from so many augmentations and even he had managed to get such a powerful body for free.

Just as he was about to light his cigarette the General pushed it out of his mouth. Walter blinked a few times and glanced at Nathan.

"The hell geezer. I only have had 5 including that one."

"Don't smoke that shit. It's foul, try these instead."

He pulled out a small cigar box and pulled two out of them. He handed one to Walter and took the other in his mouth after cutting off the end.

"You know how to smoke a cigar right? Don't tell me you only-"

Walter used his wire and cut off the end before lighting it and taking a drag. Like a cigar, it should be enjoyed slowly and not taken to the lungs like normal.

'From memory, these should be just as good as the ones Sir Hellsing smoked. Wait? Why did I call her Sir? I see, Walter you are still loyal to her to the end aren't you?'

Seeing how Walter could smoke a cigar normally The General laughed a bit.

"Their good aren't they?"

"Yes, they are Geezer."

The General looked at Walter before he scoffed taking a slow drag on his cigar.

"You brat, it's sir from no on. You are going to be part of my division. Don't act cocky there as you are still a brat."

"Aye, aye sir. Now, care to tell me what these so-called Sacred Gears are?"

The General looked at Walter and explained.

"They were made by the God of the Bible or so someone I know says so. They appear in random people from time to time. There is no rhyme or reason why, they just happen. Now, in this world, there are many different rates, vampires, dragons, fallen angels, angels, devils, and the like. It is our job to kill the ones that cause trouble in our shores Walter."

Walter's eyes shot to the General when he heard the word Vampire. When Nathan saw the look in Walter's eyes he knew that there was something that called to him.

"One of the interest you?"

"Vampires, I need to test their mettle. My wires were made just for them, so I need to make sure they can measure up to Walter and Owen."

When he heard Walter refer to himself in the third person he was interested.

"Isn't your name Walter Owen C Black? Why refer to yourself in the third person."

Walter shook his head as he looked at the General.

"You are wrong. Walter and Owen were the two people whose names I took for myself. I am just the one who is keeping their names after their passing. They may be dead, but everything they knew is up here."

He pointed at his brain and he looked forward. If there were vampires here they should measure up to Alucard, if they did not he would kill the ones who caused trouble just like Walter did.

The General looked forward and from the look on his face, Walter was not going to say a thing about the ones who he was named after. The rest of the drive went in silence as they enjoyed their cigars in silence.

An hour later and they had arrived at the special division. Walter fixed his tie and he got out of the car as he looked at the building. Nathan looked at Walter who placed a cigarette that had nothing but a stump of his cigar in his mouth.

He just spit it out and stepped on it to turn off any fire.

"Private Walter, welcome to the Supernatural Divison of the United States armed forces. Like I told you before we deal with the threats to the United States, supernatural or not."

Walter saluted and he walked past the General.

"So what sacred gear you got?"

The soldiers who drove looked at Walter like he was dead meat. Nathan glanced at Walter before a White Pair of Wings appeared behind him. Seeing them made Walter freeze as he felt that whatever those were they were strong.

"I may have lied a little. I don't just have a sacred gear, I have a Longinous meet, my partner, Albion, The Vanishing Dragon."

From the wings came a voice that felt that not even Alucard might have stood a chance. He needed to know what that was and what better way than to fight. He poped his wrist and pulled on his fingerless gloves.

Albion spoke up after he noticed some odd things from Walter.

"Boy, why is your soul twice the size of a normal person? You are human, but your body is nearly completely inhuman. What are you?"

Nathan glanced at Walter with interest, he wanted to know what made even Albion confused. Walter smiled and placed his hand on his chest before he made something up.

"I am a manufactured being, grown in a test tube to fight the supernatural by a bunch of insane scientists. Of course, as you can see I am out and they are gone. I escaped and was taught all I need to know by Walter and Owen."

For the first time, Walter wanted to go all out. From his gloves, a seemingly endless amount of wires filled the area with fires. A mere twitch of the fingers and they would dance through the air like fish in water.

Seeing the share number of wires made the soldiers that drove them here smile. They wondered if Walter really did have a sacred gear related to wires and as strong as he was he would have to submit to the General.

'Albion is their a wire-related sacred gear, how can those gloves store seemingly thousand of wires like that. It is not normal.'

'Not one that I know of, but you are questioning how he can carry so many wires when you don't question the supernatural. Now, put this boy in his place, he is strong but brash. He has real potential, but if he gets killed now that will be too disappointing."

From the building, a few people of different ages and ethnicities glanced at the wires with interest. A large black man glanced at Walter and The General while a little girl jumped on his shoulder to get a better look.

"The kid won't last long will he John?"

He shook his head and gave his own perspective.

"While he may not win, he is not out for the count. Those wires are far from normal you know."

Walter waved his wires and the place where Nathan was standing was turned into rubble, but he was gone. He felt a small vibration in his wires and he waved his hand sending a storm of wires to the location he felt.

"That was close Walter, do you want to kill me?"

Walter's eye looked right and he saw that one of his wires was just an inch away from Nathan's neck. The General ran his finger down the wire and noticed that his finger was bleeding.

"These are sharp, really sharp."

Albion also noticed one thing about them that made them more interesting.

"They are also blessed, any vampire, werewolf or devil that is cut by these will be in for a rude wake-up call."

Nathan moved back and he vanished causing Walter to turn his head on instinct. He glanced right and he saw that Nathan's fist was next to his head, and he was surprised. He barely saw him move, even his super-soldier body struggled to see him.

Just how fast was Nathan moving? Nathan placed his hand on Walter's shoulder and a sense of weakness assaulted Walter.

"Divide."

Walter felt tired and drained, but before his wires could wrap around his hand, Nathan was gone again.

"Give up now Jolly Wally?"

For whatever reason Walter hated that nickname. He did not know why, but he got pissed.

"Bite your fuking tongue."

Nathan blinked a few times as he did not expect that to piss Walter off. However, he was most definitely going to use that in the future to mess with Walter.

"I give up, for now. One thing, don't you ever call me that again,."

"Why not, Jolly Wally?"

Walter was ready to attack, but he took a deep breath and retracted all his wries into his gloves.

'Why is that making me so angry? I should not care, neither Owen nor Walter were ever called that. Then why am I getting worked up over it? Whatever, questions for future me.'

Walter walked past Nathan and yet the General followed behind him.

"You did well Jolly Wally, not many could face a Longinous user easily. However, you got far to go in this world boy. You want to meet the others in this division?"

Walter took glanced at him and he was tempted to remove his face.

"Sure who are the rest of this division?"

"You don't got to wait long, HEY! COME DOWN HERE YOU BASTARDS!"

At his words, the people who were watching at the start walked down. Just looking at them they were mostly men and there were only 3 women and the young girl who was on the big guy's shoulder.

Nathan's wings were put away as he just gave a basic introduction.

"This is what we got for the supernatural division. It has only been open about 50 years, as this country's history is quite small."

Walter nodded.

"162 years of history right? That means that compared to Europe, this country's history is only a few odd hundreds of years?"

"You got that right, but it is still out the country and we got to protect it, whether that be from humans or the supernatural. now introduction, you guys want to do it or do I."

John looked at Walter and just looking at him he thought that John was almost as big as Owen used to be.

'About 6'6 which is already impressive.'

"I am John Jackson, I am a half-werewolf and have a sacred gear I call Blaze Black Flame."

The girl on his shoulder smiled at him.

"I am Isabella Black, my mother was a witch and my dad a warlock. They are dead now though."

A white man looked at Walter and waved.

"Yo, I am Richard Alson, my sacred gear opens portals which I can use offensively or to just teleport."

A red-headed woman who looked to be in her late 30s, but still looked good looked at him from head to toe.

"I am Poppy Fisher, I am a half-devil. Please, keep your wires away from me, I will probably die if they cut me."

The rest introduced themselves, but most of them were not as impressive or memorable. Most had some sacred gears or some family ancestry that were not too incredible.

"My name is Walter Owen C Black. I was made in a lab, and I do not have sacred gear. Nice to meet you all."

Walter extended his hand to John which was surprising to him. He was black and in American discrimination n was common. Here was one of the places where he was accepted.

John shook Walter's hand and asked him about it.

"Don't you care I am black?"

Walter looked at John up and down and shrugged.

"Why should I care? I once knew a werewolf, he was really strong, my only question is if you can measure up to him."

Walter thought to the Captain that even Walter's wires could not cut through his skin. That was a real werewolf, just like Alucard was a real vampire. Nathan coughed to get his attention.

"Well good for you, I would have beat you senseless if you were a racist. Anyway, this is your new home. Welcome to Divison 13, the supernatural; division like I said before. This is the team for now, but one bad thing is our funding is short."

Walter's mouth twitched and he glanced at the place that on closer look was falling apart. He facepalmed and he glanced at Nathan.

"You are telling me you, a supernatural division is short on cash?"

He nodded.

"The president wants to increase our funding, but congress thinks we would become too loyal to the President. As such we are short on cash, as such I recommend getting a second job, your cigarettes won't come free."

'I regret this already, but at least I got a backer now.'