Another DAMN meeting {HAZAMAAAA}

[Integra Hellsing]

For HOURS she was sitting there at the head of the table listening to various issues and it was unnerving to discover that while she had everything controlled back home....the United States was in dire need of Hellsing's help. However these people were a bunch of political idiots for some reason, worried about a VAMPIRE, of all things running around going on a slaughtering spree. Clasping her gloved hands together staring forward with her eyes slightly narrowed...the last trip almost felt like a complete waste of time. They weren't even big as they were exaggerated to be in terms of how dangerous these guys were. Chumps that were smeared on the bottom of Alucard's leather boots....this was going to be the THIRD cigar she went through....that's how long this meeting was droned out for. Problem was it didn't look like these guys couldn't make up their minds on what method they wouldn't whine about!

"Enough...we're wasting time just sitting here. It's not a question of how quiet we need to be, the true question you idiots should be bickering about is where do we strike first? We could lure the troublesome werewolves and vampires into a single area have them fight to the death and have Alucard wipe out whoever remains...." Taking out the mini guillotine from her coat pocket, she sniped the top of the clearly high quality cigar with an almost dulled expression lightly insinuating her mild irritation toward how they could miss such an easy tactic in the midst of all their grumbling. Lighting the tip, lightly puffing to get it started before letting the premium wrapped tobacco stick rest at the corner of her mouth before continuing to speak in her usual `fact of the matter`tone with the nature of a born leader.... "...why don't all of you do something productive like argue among yourselves which location would be safest for executing the trap...preferably somewhere that has an undead infestation. Those things have been proven to be different than the ghouls we've had to clean up in the past...so it's best to deal with them in one fell swoop...don't all of you agree?"

Quirking a blonde brow as the smoke wisped up into little swirls dancing about in the air quite elegantly....it was calming....soothing to have such a rich smell lace the air and roll on her tongue. The men at the table seemed to be a little on the shocked and nervous side and gave a couple slow nods, one even saying `Y-yes...you're right Sir Integra...` "Good..." Lightly moving her hand in a slight wave, a butler walked over and she slightly glanced up while speaking in a tone hinting off her leadership here "Get the map marked with all the areas where infection is still a large scale problem..." so the butler who wasn't Walter...thus not as useful...went off to fetch the map and then returned with it only to roll it on out upon the table. "There...now all of you have your locations narrowed down. Begin the deliberation process..."

Thus...they looked at the map and tried to look at the best location...she didn't want to have to hold them by the hand through the entire meeting. They were grown-ups, big boys....they weren't helpless children and she WAS NOT going to play teacher so she'd force them to make decisions. ....oh God....she did wind up playing teacher anyway....whether she liked it or not....oh well at least they were on a better track at this point.

(That's the most I could think up at the moment =www= sorryyyy)

[Hazama]

New York was quite the big place, Hazama had to admit. Most everyone who was anyone lived here in the big apple, and only rarely did he need to travel out state or out of country--- such in this case, all he needed to do was wait for his target to come to him. Everyone makes it here eventually, thought Hazama, it was just a matter of when. Hazama strolled down the street with a smile on his face, making his way to Trump Tower, which in all acutuality, was the American Hellsing headquarters. There, Sir Integra Hellsing herself would be, flustered and frustrated by the incompetence that was her organization's leadership, her own personal guard dog several rooms over, iching for blood. Hazama smirked even more to himself.

Of course, that was assuming Mister 'Alucard', (a damn common vampiric name for which Terumi held much hatred) was even in the building. If all went as planned though, even if he was they wouldn't meet. But really, his presence wouldn't have much a damper on anything. He wasn't here to kill the good Sir Knight juuuust yet. Leave that til after that mess in South America was cleaned up...or at least until the new Kusanagi was finished. Eh.

As he crept his way into Trump Tower, he flashed a Hellsing ID (taken from the corpse of a high ranking militant) to pass his way into the more classified areas of the tower. Hotel Rooms, Business conferences, Paranormal War Councils...ah, there we are~! Grabbing his hat in one hand and several bound files in the other, he slowly and carefully made his way to Integra's conference room, guarded by two suits with guns. A mere flashing of the false I.D. and a confident stride had the doors opened and then closed for him. And as quickly as they were closed, a pulsating black chain ensured they were locked. With a glance at the 'war council' they were currently holding, he gripped his hat with one hand and bowed to the conference.

"Ah, hello and sincerest greetings from the N.O.L., Hellsing. I'm Captain Hazama, from the Intelligence Department. Nice to meet you. Especially Sir Knight Integra Hellsing."

[Integra Hellsing]

Just as these bumbling idiots who weren't the people she was used to dealing with were on the verge of doing something productive...someone came in to interrupt the meeting. Someone part of an organization that she didn't even know of, not even feel a hint of familiarity to ring about in her thoughts. Plus he was going on about being with the Intelligence Department or some rot within said unknown organization. Now this wasn't exactly a situation she exactly braced herself for as the men at the table all drew their guns on him as though they had to defend their blonde leader. "Put the guns down, he didn't even draw a weapon...idiots..." Saying those words in a calmly stern fashion, she didn't so much as reach for either of her weapons. Not like they were wrong for being so quick to be on the defensive, at least they did that much right but this man wasn't being a threat for now.

With obvious hints of uncertainty, the men listened to her and gradually put their guns down...well lowering them in case they had to shoot him in the face. Yes, they did that while giving the green haired man this look of complete distrust and suspicion since it was just ODD someone they've never seen before could waltz on in like it was nothing. No doubt he was a suspicious individual she had to be careful about...last thing she wanted was to be blind sided. "I've never heard of the N.O.L, Captain Hazama and I do manage to keep myself informed as much as possible. So enlighten me, what is the N.O.L and what's your business interrupting my meeting?" It was absolutely idiotic to beat around the bush for answers so she was straightforward with her inquiry as to not waste time. Despite how she hadn't known who he was or the organization he worked for, it was best to figure out what he wanted.

In her opinion, there was absolutely no need to waste even more time than they did already. A little odd that he picked just the day that Alucard was preoccupied with some other task. Probably not coincidence...it was either because her defenses would now be a little weaker than usual OR just so it's easier to talk with her directly. One way to find out...wait for this guy to answer her.

[Hazama]

Hazama chuckled as the men raised and then lowered their weapons in amusement. True, so much lead pound into his body place could kill his body, but frankly these idiots didn't seem to have the skill or finesse to hit jack shit. At least, if the /last/ few Hellsing goons were anything to go by. Standing up from his bow and placing his hat once more on his green scalp, Hazama began to speak. Never once in the entire conversation did he even spare a direct glance at her bodyguards and subordinates.

"Of course you haven't, Sir Knight. I hate to say it, but your intelligence services are...lacking, to say the least. As are your security forces.

Then Hazama slid his 'I.D.' tag across the meeting table for all eyes to see. It was readily apparent Hazama was not Major General Charles Quimby, and even more apprent was the fact that he killed him to get it. Hazama's expression never changed, and he continued on look solely at Integra.

"Oh, and gentlemen, please don't bother trying to kill me. I have no intentions on murdering anyone today, least of all Sir Knight Integra. General Quimby only meet his end when he opened fire on me. Let's hope you all don't make the same mistake, hm?"

Just as quickly as he proclaimed the murder of the general, he suddenly spoke up once more, as if he just remembered something.

"Ah yes! You had asked me about my organization, had you not? I represent the Novus Orbis Librarium, the N.O.L for short. And on the topic of your Intelligence Department, ours has received some news that I believe yours will be very interested to know. Infact, your entire organization. Of course, if you'd rather I just leave and give it to Iscarot, that's fine as well..."

[Integra Hellsing]

On a scale of one to ten as to how much she wanted to fill this guy with bullet holes or use her sword to ram it through his throat....it was a ten point five. The man mocked her intelligence sources and her guards....Alucard, her trump card would have been absolutely no laughing matter if he were in the area. Hell....she was almost sure hehad planned this...the guy was annoying as shit but he wasn't rubbing off as an idiot. Far from it. Not bothering to catch or grab the I.D upon the table with her narrowed gaze fixated upon it...she could see it once upon a time was in the possession of Major General Charles Quimby. Alright...that ten point five? That climbed right on up to a freaking twenty point this guy better hurry the hell up with whatever he was here to say cause she was gonna have to cut a bitch soon.

It didn't really look like her expression shifted much aside from narrowing her eyes containing quite a bit of disdain for the green haired jack ass trollin bothering her. Then again as he continued on it sounded like good ol' Major Quimby had a stupid moment by just open firing...or maybe this guy trolled taunted him into pulling the trigger of a firearm. It was VERY likely seeing how this guy talked...so when the hell was he going to answer her IMPORTANT question rather than dance around it tauntingly? Oh look...he remembered....finally. ....Again with the beating around the freaking bush about the primary topic. "If everyone from this Novus Orbis Librarium you're part of goes around taunting soldiers until they have an excuse to kill for an I.D, I'd imagine all that mess the N.O.L creates is no laughing matter....or just sloppy." Softly sighing out a bit of smoke, she snickered at so much as the thought of Isacrot trying to handle something oh so big but somehow escaping her sources....

"Would you really consider sending Isacrot to make things worse, Captain Hazama? I doubt it...you seem too smart to make such a stupid move. Now tell me what it is you need Hellsing to look into." Though she was pissed off about what happened to AT LEAST one of her men...she had to figure out what it is he ended up dieing for and this green haired jerk better hope it was damn well worth while in her book.

[Hazama]

"Well, gosh Sir Knight. You really think I'd do that for a simple ID? I could have broken in here without one you know. Again, without Mister Alucard and his merry gang, your security is rather...pitiful. No offense, of course. But please, just trust me when I tell you it's never been official NOL policy to get shot at by your contacts and leave it at that, hm?"

Gah ha! Gettin' a bit smart now, huh? Hazama supposed he must have been getting to her a bit. Integra wasn't known for her humbleness nor her temper, so he began to wonder how hard it was for her to repress the order to kill him...or how much a shock it would be when she found out she couldn't. Deciding it wasn't worth it to...pursue that line of thinking, Hazama supposed he may as well offer her a straight answer or two. Taking his files from one hand, he plopped them down on the meeting table. Each was labeled a different and exotic title, odd ones like 'Kharn the Betrayer' or 'Eliphas the Inheritor', and seemed to be...somehow, omnious despite merely being ink and paper.

"Now then. Are you familiar with the blackout over South America, Sir Knight?"

[GAAAAAH SHORT POST IS SHORT IMMA SORRY]

[Integra Hellsing]

{IT'S OKAAAAAAAY! C: !}

The banter pouring out of his mouth was gradually pissing her off more and more. Most of the time she concealed her anger beneath a calm exterior and some wit as she did in this moment toward the green haired N.O.L fellow. It seemed ridiculous having to tolerate this and her trigger happy orders like she'd unleash on the likes of someone being both destructive AND annoying....but she figured he still had important information. Merely quirking a brow at his initial response while taking a soothing drag of her cigar. "Alright...fair enough, Captain Hazama. Now tell me what you're here about." Her tone was somewhat demanding yet eerily patient like the calm before a storm.

All maintaining her professional exterior as to not show any further cracks of emotion at this time. Seeing the folders being placed out before her were certainly catching her attention. Almost as though all of this did in fact fall under their jurisdiction in the scheme of things. But...something was amiss. Something about this was bringing on some unwanted de ja vu..didn't she hear something about this before...? Flipping through the folders bit by bit, the head of the Hellsing family listened to the strange man claiming to be with the intelligence department. The black out over South America.....that's right.

One of the agencies she made a bit of a deal with here in America had an agent with weird hair color who was initially sent in to check it out. Mostly because Hellsing wasn't fully established with their American branches at the time...but it was apparently not as big of a deal as they thought. So why was it being brought up now? "It was in fact brought to my attention...however it wasn't a big deal at the time and was dealt with. I take it we actually have a big problem on our hands after all?" Continuing to glance through, she shifted her gaze toward the fedora wearing man who looked like he should be in a music video rather than with some intelligence department she hadn't even heard of. "A problem best suited for Hellsing to be exact....."

Setting down the files, some of the guys at the table who wanted to see what the new commotion was about didn't have the calm composure their leader did. In fact, a lot of them were wide eyed and in shock over what was more than likely behind all of this South America business. Yeah....they were definitely not her `go out there and deal with this` types. That was a job reserved for her soldiers.