Between Man and Monster (WH40k X Hellsing Ultimate)

The Queen was quick and decisive in her decision. Whatever the pod was, it would be under the supervision of the Hellsing Organization. Primarily because London was their jurisdiction, officially, and that is where the device originally landed. None dared to raise an objection to the Queen herself, publicly at least. While many had their own reservations about handing something this spectacular over to the group, who was known to employ the services of the one of the very monsters they are sworn to fight against, no one could come up with any legitimate reason they should not be allowed the heavenly body.

Except for one certain group who hardly needed a legitimate reason for being untrusting towards Protestants.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing stood staring at a man she truly didn't wish to deal with today. The sunlight reflected off her glasses, masking the scowling pools of blue underneath. Her blonde hair hang down her chest in bangs in the same style it usually was, while her coat hung limply around her shoulders. Held in her right hand was a briefcase emblazoned with the red and black shield that acts as the symbol of the Hellsing Organization.

In front of her stands one of the people in the world who she least wanted to meet right now.

Enrico Maxwell, leader of the Iscariot Organization. He places a hand at his purple shirt clad, shoulder and half bows to the lady, "Sir Integra, I see you are doing well today?"

"Yes I was, before you came along," Integra says curtly. She's been given an important task by Her Majesty, and she will not let some ill placed grudge Maxwell has against them to slow her down.

Maxwell chuckles, ignoring Integra's comment and rubbing his tied, slick hair, "Do you dismiss me so easily? I had merely come to congratulate you for being charged by the Queen with such an important task.

Integra starts to walk past the Iscariot leader choosing to remain silent rather than give Maxwell anymore of her time that could be used for more productive means. As she makes to step past Enrico to her vehicle, he stops her with an outstretched arm. The air turns tense, her hand goes slightly to the gun she has at her side, as she stares at the face of Enrico.

The man's left eye is twitching as he smiles crookedly at her, showing all of his teeth, "Don't be so rash, Sir Integra. As I was going to say, do be careful with your charge. If something were to happen to it, who knows what might become of Hellsing?"

The two leaders remain in a standoff for a few more minutes. Neither of them are willing to back down from the other. Integra stands her ground against Maxwell, both of them refusing to break the death glare they have gotten into. The wind whips past them along with the sounds of the city of England.

Soon, Walter C. Dornez, climbs out of the driver seat of a long, black limousine. "Sir Integra," his old, experience voice says, "The car is ready for you."

The two of them remain interlocked in a battle of wills for a what feels like an eternity to Integra, before Maxwell finally steps aside. His eye is back to normal, and his grin is a genuine one this time. He turns and walks towards his own vehicle, a white car that looks almost identical to Integra's, but with the Iscariot twin keys and snakes symbol. Maxwell gets in the back of the car as it drives away towards the airport.

Integra watches the vehicle until it disappears over the horizon. Sighing, and putting a cigar into her mouth for Walter to light (which he does long before she gets close to the passenger side door), she gets into the passenger seat of the limo. She places the briefcase down next to her seat. Walter gets into the driver seat, and soon they are off towards the Hellsing Organization mansion.

The smooth, bumpless ride is almost comfortable enough to distract Integra from the very object they have been entrusted with. It sits in the trunk of the car, still sealed tight with technology far ahead of whatever the human race currently possess. The outer layer of metal alone doesn't match any discovered at anytime in human history. Speculations abound about what it could actually be, but one thing is for certain;

Whoever can understand this science, will make a serious breakthrough in the technological race between the World Powers.

And that is the Hellsing Organizations mission.

To observe, study, and eventually understand exactly what this thing is.

However….

Integra scowls, blowing a puff of smoke out the window.

"Something troubling you, Sir?" Walter ventures, ever concerned for her safety.

"It's nothing, Walter," she says, eyes watching the city as it passes by, "Nothing at all."

Even as she watches the buildings passby, she can't seem to get the number on the side out of her head.

The number:

[X] IX (Sanguinius)
[] XIX (Corvus Corax)
[] XV (Magnus the Red)
[] XII (Angron)
[] VI (Leman Russ)
[] V (Jaghatai Khan)

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Basically, I picked the ones that seemed like they'd be the most interesting for this Quest. If one you wanted isn't on here, sorry.