[x] Wait, weren't you wearing gloves? What the...
Your hands can't be covered in anything but glove.
So, clearly, you're hallucinating. Decisively, you click your teeth together, pinch yourself...
And suddenly, you're back in Rupanzel Beauty.
"...And the fastest bint to go through this ran around screaming about the six hours they'd lost. Heh, what a joke! Wonder what this bitch'll do when she gets out, in, what, a day? Probably scream about her back being stiff."
"Or, she might make you a stiff." you hiss, leaning in to press your nose against hers.
The look on her face is a thing of beauty. It's a mixture of the slack-jawed amazement on men's faces when you backflip in a skirt, the neck-bobbing terror a perp expresses when you drop twenty feet from a roof to land in front of them with a baton out, and the shit-eating grin you only ever see on a superior who's just witnessed you on the job.
The first bit might explain why her first response is to kiss you.
Sputtering only slightly, you set your glare to its highest intensity, and-
"The only one who's ever shrugged my power off like that, is Sir Integra herself." she states proudly, cupping your face tenderly. "And I think she's straight. But with knockers like those, and no makeup, there's no way you're-"
"Completely straight!" you exclaim, back-pedalling.
She laughs heartily.
"Anyways. The local gangs are pretty rowdy, and seem to target the supernatural. You'll be doing most of the groundwork, so I don't get shot at."
"They target the..."
"Yeah. Dunno what's up with that."
"Shouldn't we, look into that?"
"Hahaha! No." you place her accent, finally. Brooklyn. She's a yank. "We don't have the resources for that kind of manhunt."
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Later, you're shown your new lodgings.
You now live above a pub.
You begin tomorrow, a simple shadowing operation to introduce you to names, faces, and places. For the rest of the day, you...
[] Get drunk. That woman is a menace!
[] Go work out. There's a gym not that far away.
[] Go shopping. Apparently, Hellsing agents get a fairly nice pay rate.
[] Go flirting. It's crazy, and you've never had a boyfriend for a full month, but it'll keep your mind off things.
[] Write-in...