Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / Black Lagoon Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels EXTRA ❯ The Temp ( Chapter 2 )

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Night Angels EXTRA: The Temp
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction
By Elwin ‘Blaine’ Coldiron

“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Section23/Sentai Filmworks, and “Black Lagoon”, created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 1 – Guest appearances are characters from “School Rumble”, created by Jin Kobayashi and are the property of Kodansha/Del Ray Publishing, Marvelous Entertainment, Studio Comet, Sotsu Agency, TV Tokyo and FUNimation Entertainment.

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AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE, NEAR THE LONDON DOCKLANDS...

Shots were spranging off the walls as Irene 'Rally' Vincent darted back and forth, the individuals shooting at her hiding behind various sorts of cover. Obviously whoever was operating this suspected hub for FREAK chip smuggling and distribution were tipped-off about the attack and prepared a proper 'greeting' for the assault the Hellsing team had made. With the ease and grace only a vampire like herself could muster, Rally made a flawless back flip and got-off five shots in a row before ducking behind some crates. Unfortunately, she was only able to kill-off two of the ten ghouls that were shooting at her.

“Crap,” she whispered to herself as she changed one clip on her CZ-75 for another, “that FREAK working this scam really has his defenses set-up good! Sure wish Revy or Master were here to back me up, but Master's looking for that pretend vampire responsible for this mess, leaving me with the ghouls!” Bracing, she peeked from her cover that she found after shooting. “Revy sure picked a bad time to catch that stomach bug after eating at that restaurant, otherwise she wouldn't hesitate laying down some lead to these leftovers!”

THE HELLSING MANSION, AT THE SAME TIME...

Moria Hedgley, butler and head of the Hellsing household, waited patiently near the bathroom door in Revy's room, a bowl of chicken soup steaming at its place on the cart. After hearing the toilet flush, she opened-up the bathrobe she was holding, presenting it to a pale and trembling Revy as she stumbled out the door. “Hmm... so far, you're down to at least five trips to the loo within two hours,” she said, guiding the pirate to the bed. “You must be getting better.”

“And you're being fucking sarcastic!” Revy snarled before clenching down from a stomach cramp. “Shit, in-between puking and crapping my guts out, this stomach of mine is giving me fucking grief!”

“Miss Hedgley, “I've gotten the medicine from the chemists',” Bridgett Healy urgently said, bursting through the door. “I hope it's the right brand!”

Moria peered into the bag Bridgett given her. “You've done well, Bridgett dear,” she said, making sure Revy was in bed before shaking the bottle. “Damn it all, I just wish I was with Rally and Seras instead of having to tend our sick friend. I mean, that fish-and-chip shop you visited yesterday didn't have all those health violations against it for nothing, Revy!”

“I don't blame you for being pissed-off at me, Moria,” Revy added, making sure she was covered up. “I was supposed to be with Rally and Seras on that raid, and now I feel like I've let them down!”

“I too wished I had accompanied Rally and Seras,” Bridgett also said, the young dhampir worried about Rally. “There must be at least something we can do.”

“I have already taken care of that little matter, Miss Healy.” Startled, all three women turned to find Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing walking through the door. “Long ago, I had taken steps should we ever find ourselves in such a situation.” She then handed a file to Moria, which the brunette butler/werewolf perused.

The surprise in Moria's face was telling, if the widened eyes and raised eyebrows were of any indication. “Sir Integra... this... this woman...” she stammered.

“Came highly recommended by Japanese Intelligence,” the Hellsing leader finished. “From what I have seen, there is no finer secret agent than this one.” She smiled as she added, “And I believe Rally and Seras will be pleasantly surprised of the choice I had made.”

“More like astonished, if what I've heard about her is true,” Moria breathed, again studying the portfolio, then sharing the file with Revy and Bridgett. “You're right, Sir Integra. I believe both them are in good hands, albeit on a temporary basis.”

“Fuck... I've heard of her!” Revy gasped, taking a good look at the picture provided in the file. “It's a good thing she's on our side, otherwise I'd be safer fighting with that maid Roberta!”

“And to think Sir Integra called upon... her!” Bridgett added, also studying the file.

THE WAREHOUSE, AT THE SAME TIME...

The shooting continued as Rally tried to size-up the ghouls she had yet to dispatch, craning her head over the crates to find a better vantage point. 'Okay, so they're still shooting at me,' she thought to herself. 'So far, so good.' She then caught a look at what looked like an alcove. 'I guess I could sneak over there, then lay some grounding fire and catch them off guard, then find Master and take care of that FREAK that created them.'

However, what Rally didn't know was that there was an eleventh ghoul lumbering around – and it had a bead set on her head with the gun it had, loaded with silver bullets. However, before it could fire, several shots rang-out, perforating the ghoul's head and heart. Startled, Rally spun around – only to gasp in surprise at what she saw.

“You left yourself open, you know. That's very careless.” That almost-deadpan phrase came from what looked like a teenaged girl, Japanese in facial features, hair as short as Bridgett's but brown and with blue eyes. She was dressed in combat fatigues and held two smoking Desert Eagles in her hands.

Rally gasped in shock! Of all the secret agents she studied since becoming an agent of the Hellsing Organization, this one she never expected to meet. “H-holy shit!” she stammered. “Are... are you...?”

“Yes,” the girl answered, her face as neutral as her voice. “I'm Akira Takano.”

“Man... I thought you were her,” Rally said. “Imagine that... me talking face-to-face with one of the greatest secret agents in the world!”

“As with me, talking with the legendary 'Thumb Snatcher', the Hellsing vampire Rally Vincent,” Akira added, her voice and facial expression remaining unchanged.

“Why thank you.” Rally then noticed that the ghouls had left their cover and were advancing on them. “Listen, Akira... I'd like to talk some more, but these ghouls are getting restless. Are you able?”

“Sir Integra has supplied me with the bullets necessary,” Akira replied, hefting one of her Desert Eagles. “So... are you game?”

“Oh more than that?” Rally eagerly remarked, grinning as she and Akira faced off at the ghouls.

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“Oh crap, ohcrapohcrapohcrap oh crap!!!” the FREAK responsible stammered, struggling to stuff his bags with several packages of FREAK chips, clothes and foreign currency. “To think that the Hellsing Organization were the ones that were gunning for me! I'll be lucky just to get out of the country!” He knew that the Euro-tunnel had been recently re-opened following the Millennium attack, so he grabbed-up several train schedules and began going through them. “Let's see, after I get off at Calais, I should take a train to Bern, then I'll be in the clear!”

“Provided you even leave this place, that is!” Panicked, the FREAK turned around... and saw Seras Victoria, her Harkonnen in hand, standing behind him. “I wouldn't worry too much, you phony vampire,” the No-Life Queen smirked, her orange-red eyes glinting, “you'll get what's coming to you soon.”

Just about then, both Rally and Akira raced in, their uniforms slightly splattered with blood. “Sorry for taking so long, Master,” the dusky vampire began, “we got held-up by a few of this guy's welcoming committee.” Then remembering her companion, she thumbed towards Akira and said, “Oh by the way, this is...”

“Akira Takano, if I'm not mistaken,” interrupted Seras.

Rally took a double-take at her master. “How... how did you know?”

“Sir Integra told me mentally on the way here,” Seras replied with a sweet smile. “Sorry to spoil your fun, Rally.”

Rally's shoulders briefly sagged, then perked-up as she recovered. “I guess it was her prerogative to tell you first, Master.” She then hungrily eyed the FREAK, who was beginning to cower away from the vampires.

“Rally, wait,” the No-Life Queen gently commanded. “I believe we should let our human friend to explain his options first.” Rally quickly relented.

“Uh... options? What options, might I ask?” the FREAK implored, feeling hopeful.

“It depends on how co-operative you are,” Akira explained. “You could tell us where you've gotten ahold of your chips, and I can give you a bullet in the head, resulting in a quick death. But if you don't, and decide to withhold the information, then these two vampire will have no choice but to rip you to shreds for their amusement, as well as relieving their frustrations with you.”

“What? Don't I get a third option?” the FREAK asked uneasily.

“Sorry, just those two,” Akira answered. “Now which of the two will you choose?”

At first, the FREAK looked at the human girl, then at the two vampires, still looking unsure. Then a fiendish grin broke over his face. “Then it looks like I'm going to have to create that third option!” With fangs blazing, the FREAK lunged at Akira, ready to grab her. But just as quickly, the girl sided to the left, then jammed her elbow hard into the back of the artificial vampire's head, knocking him flat.

Still dizzy from the blow, the FREAK tries to get back to his feet... only to see Rally and Seras hovering over him, their eyes glowing. “Bad mistake, asshole!” Rally snarled, then she and Seras pounced upon the screaming FREAK, where they proceeded to tear him to pieces.

And all through this, Akira just watched as her two companions went on their gory work, her face still unchanged. “He was a stupid person,” she said to herself. “But that's one mistake he won't make... ever again.”

THE HELLSING MANSION, TWO HOURS LATER...

“I just wish we were able to find out where that FREAK got his chips,” Rally said as Moria supervised the car that was to take Akira back home.

“Nevertheless, though,” Sir Integra replied, “we were able to stop another chip distribution network... for the time being.” She then turned her attention to Akira, who was out of her fatigues and in a white dress. “I wish I could be able to persuade you to remain in England and work with us.”

“Yes, why don't you?” Seras added, who was also accompanied by Bridgett, and strangely Revy, who was somehow able to stand on her own feet.

“I'm sorry, but I cannot stay,” Akira answered, a slight tone of regret in her voice. “There are things back home I must attend to.”

“Then I will not keep you further,” Sir Integra said. “You do have your compensation for your services?”

“Just the money,” Akira replied, holding up an envelope. “I'm still waiting for the remainder of my pay.”

“I have it inside the car that will take you to the airport, Miss Takano,” Moria said, “although I'm a bit curious about your choice of payment. I mean, I've never, for the life of me, heard of someone requesting to be partially-paid in 40 kilos of a particular brand of green tea.”

“That brand is not widely available in Japan, due to your current crisis here,” explained the girl. “However, should you ever need my help again, feel free to contact Japan Intelligence again, and if my schedule is clear, I will surely return.”

“'If my schedule is clear'?” Revy snidely repeated. “And just what the fuck is... ULP!!!” The pirate then suddenly pitched forward, both her hands covering her mouth.

“Revy, you're still sick!” Bridgett admonished, going to the pirate's side. “You shouldn't be up and about so soon!”

“Just... just wanted to see what this Akira bitch is all about, that's all.” Revy was about to add more – but the gleam in Akira's eye was more than enough to make her think about it first!

“Boy, you ARE good!” Rally laughed. “I've never seen ANYONE shut Revy up by just LOOKING at her!”

“It's a talent,” was Akira's only answer. “Well, I must be going. My thanks for your hospitality, Sir Integra,” she said, bowing.

“As it is having your service to the Hellsing Organization,” Sir Integra said, bowing in return. Rally, Seras, Moria and Bridgett also bowed; Revy only done the same with a slight prod from Bridgett. Then the girl boarded the car, closed the door, and it sped off.

As soon as the car left, Bridgett gently escorted Revy back to her room, while Rally and Seras stayed with Sir Integra for a small debriefing. “You didn't have to be rude with her, Revy,” the dhampir grumbled, before smiling and added, “But I sensed you were impressed with her.”

“That I am,” the pirate said. “Y'know... if she does return, I'd think I'd take a chance and be her back-up.” Bridgett didn't say anything, still helping Revy back.

THE NEXT DAY, ON THE ROOF OF YAGAMI HIGH SCHOOL...

“Oh... it was THAT bad?” Mitoko Suou replied in astonishment as she listened to Eri Sawachika relate her latest awkward experience with Kenji Harima.

“Grrr... you could say that!” Not even the gourmet bento prepared by the cooks of the Sawachika estate could soothe Eri's frazzled nerves. Also on the roof, Tenma Tsukamoto and Akira sat, the former with a miserable look on her face, while the latter ate her lunch impassively.

Eri then took notice of Tenma, noticing her sorrowful expression. “Say, whatever happened to Tenma there?”

Mitoko also noticed. “Oh, the usual,” the busty brunette said, “Tenma tried to bake a cake for Karasama to help celebrate Golden Week and if fell on her while she decorated it.”

“I totally suck at cooking!” Tenma whimpered, tears flowing like waterfalls from her eyes.

“I wish my Golden Week wasn't as eventful as you guys,” Mitoko continued. “Had so much work at the dojo I didn't even have time for anything, more-or-less goofing off.” She then looked at Akira, which caused her to remember something. “Oh yeah I remembered... Akira, I tried to call you last week but you weren't there.”

“Yeah, that's right!” Tenma added, recovering from her funk. “I did the same thing as Mitoko! Where in the world were you?”

“I was just wondering the same thing,” Eri added in turn, just as curious as the other two.

Akira just regarded her classmates cooling as she took a sip of her hard-earned tea. “Oh, it was just nothing,” she said. “Just another boring trip.”

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2 – Alright! My first story since getting my new computer! I hope all of you appreciate the wait. To me, it was a bit of a hassle, going to the library to pick-up my e-mail, with not enough time to do any writing!

As for the story, some time ago, I bought be a Roku device, which allowed me to view my Netflix online queue, and one of those selections was School Rumble. I was a bit intrigued that one of the characters, Akira, worked part-time as a secret agent during school breaks. I began to wonder what it would it be like if she were to work with Hellsing during those breaks. Hope it works.

So, until the next story... LATER!

FOR TEN YEARS – 9/11/01
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