"Hellsing Unchained (Private With Babygabrial)"

[Kid Chimour]

"Well, jackass? I was willing to listen to your criticisms without talking back until you started insulting my intelligence," Gregory said, still smoking. "It doesn't fucking matter. Just like the Nazis, we'll bite it if we let any of theirs live on. As for the girl... I have a feeling that won't be an issue, but I want to kill the blonde, big-breasted one anyway. So? Guess I'll kill both, while I'm at it. Why not? Either way, unless we want to end up like the Nazis, we'd better get stronger troops. Because our current forces are not enough."

"This is not to say I don't understand the relevance of creating vampires who are immune to sunlight. However, it will not matter in the end, if said vampires can't take down a single woman. Throw a thousand of them at her, and she'll still emerge victorious... speaking of, I'm borrowing some werewolves."

[Babygabrial]

The Overseer sighs and comes back down. "One, do not ever compare me, my work, or my legacy to those suicidal anarchists. Two, the formula is not mine, I am in the business of aiding my kind survive for more than 12 hours in a day. Not peddle steroids. And three, do not waste my resources. Do what needs to be done and bring me my merchandise back. Both kinds." The overseer says getting in Gregory's face.

[Kid Chimour]

Gregory just grinned at the overseer, taking another drag off his cigarette. "Data collection is an important part of all of this too, right? Either way, we shouldn't come to blows. It would be counter-productive, and I was merely pointing out that, if we want to win this war, we need to take the enemy as seriously as possible. And there will be a war between us, Hellsing, and the Iscariot organization."

"So, I suggest that we get to know our enemy. Whatever. I'll just send a bunch of mindless ghouls in as fodder, since I'm afraid I won't be able to return the werewolves. I should be able to gauge how these Hellsing dogs do battle, that way," Gregory concluded, putting out his cigarette once he'd smoked it down to the filter. "I'm sure Sun Tzu mentioned something similar when he penned 'The Art Of War'. And he's sort of my go-to," He briefly added, not the least bit intimidated as he casually left the overseer's sight.

He would do as was asked of him, but he'd make sure that he did it his way. He personally didn't care much for the overseer. So he'd go on to make every conversation with him from here on out as painful and irritating as he possibly could.

[Babygabrial]

And he succeeded at that. They were a business, not an army. Why on Earth would they want Hellsing or the Catholic Church's attention? The overseer grits his fangs and marches up stares. He needs a drink to calm his nerves. He enters his office as a human man is chained to the ceiling. They whimper and scream but their tounge is cut from their mouth. "Quiet, I need to enjoy this meal." The overseer bites into this man and as he screams we cut back to Hellsing around the crack of dawn. Time to put the little one to bed after Seras' first night as a brand new mummy.

[Kid Chimour]

Seras wiped the sweat from her brow. The young woman having made good on her promise to shave Gabby, after her bath. "This is a lot of work. Hopefully it'll all pan out in the end," Seras said, sticking a dummy into Gabriella's mouth as she lay there inside of her coffin.

She hoped that Gabby would soon drift off the sleep, since she didn't have the time to eat anything while trying to keep up with her. And, although initially unpleasant, she really wanted some blood now.

[Babygabrial]

Gabriella had a big first night in her new world. She enjoyed the tour. She definitely loved the garden and she was a treat for the house staff and security with her cuteness. Be a real shame if she had to be put down because of her being a hindrance. Luckily she wasn't sent to do a job on her first night like her mummy did. She lays in her new coffin sucking her binkie and trying to fall asleep. A maid approaches Seras and pats her bottom. A crinkle sound is heard and the maid gives Seras a knowing look. "Curiosity got tge better of us Miss Victoria?"

[Kid Chimour]

"Stress is... I mean... it's been a long night, alright?" Seras sheepishly offered, cringing a little at the check. She should've seen this coming, considering how the staff treated Gabby. "More importantly, I need to see if Gabby needs any help getting to sleep. Also need to drink a few packs before I head off to bed," She continued, trying to change the topic.

[Babygabrial]

"Very well. Once the Young Miss is asleep please come see me. I will have a blood pack ready." The maid says before exiting. The room was dark and dreary. Not exactly proper atmosphere for a little one, but.....probably best to not make arrangements for her to stay long. After all, how useful can a baby be? And if she's not useful then....

[Kid Chimour]

Seras sighed, shaking her head as she mulled everything over. "I was only trying to do the right thing, Gabby. I hope you got something from my blood, outside of the mental regression and amnesia," She said, casting a sorrowful gaze at the girl. It wasn't fair that so much would be asked of her when she was this banged up.

But that's just how Miss Integra was, and Seras couldn't change that. They were in the business of exterminating any and all threats to the crown, their church, and their country.

"Still, all things considered? You're acting less like a baby than I did, when I was forced to sleep in a coffin. Kind of ironic, now that I think about it," She softly spoke, allowing herself a gentle smile as she began to hum the girl a lullaby. One her mother used to sing to her, all those years ago.

[Babygabrial]

The mother she lost when so young. Now poor Gabriella has lost hers as well. A proper buriel and closed casket funeral was to be held in Brigbton, but it was to be held in the morning. The sweet child cant even go to her parents' funeral. In that particular case, its good that she doesn't remember a thing.