"General!" Two men burst into the war preparation room where you, Seras and Integra were located.

"Communications from the central government information regulation headquarters have been interrupted... We can't contact them! We can't get in contact with the London BTN! All phone lines in a large radius around the building area burning down! Communications are cut off from the ARC air force base. Dorsetshire and Southpool ABs are the same."

"What!?" Every asked in disbelief. That is, except for your own team.

"Army bases in Kings, Greenwich, Bath and Chester are cut off as well! Communications have been cut with the Navy HQ and we can't reach the Intelligence Bureau at the National Defense HQ. We're cut off from the forte crest warship on Thames and have no contact with any of the police cordons."

"Impossible... has a war started?"

"The only thing we have is a telegram from the Irish Regiment Imperial Guard. 'In battle!! Unknown enemy!! They're monsters, save us!!'".

"Started..." Integra puffed on her tobacco. "Yes, finally. The war has started."

Without another word a small militia burst in through the door.

"What the fuck?" You looked at Integra with a matching 'what the fuck' face.

"Don't try anything fully, sir Hellsing." The Lieutenant commanded as guns were in your, Seras' and Integra's faces. "As of now, this facility is under the control of 'Millennium'."

The general stuttered in fear. "First lieutenant! Y-You, what's the meaning of this?!"

"This is the 'meaning' general. It is wonderful to be a vampire!" He smiled with his sharp teeth. "How lucky I am! To think I'd even be able to capture Sir Hellsing! The major will be very pleased." Slowly, Integra began to laugh. As a few seconds passed, the laugh became louder and more omniscient. "You, bitch! What's so funny!?"

"You are all newborn baby vampires. And I am in the business of destroying such vampires. For a frog who still hasn't lost its tail to say they're lucky while standing before a snake... It's quite laughable, traitor. You should get an iron cross from the corporal in the other world." Integra replied.

"B-Bitch!" But it was mere seconds before the arm holding the lieutenants gun was sliced clean off.

"Butler. Vampires. Time to work."

"Yes, master." Walter and Seras replied. You looked at your sister. "Yes, you too. Time to put those proclivities to work."

And before you could count to three, you were at someone's throat, tearing and growling with satisfaction. They were newer than even you and you had definitely drunken your fill of blood; your power was small but growing. It took only a few minutes for each of the traitors to be slaughtered.

Integra was the first to speak. "Are you alright, general? I had thought that you were the traitor."

"I may be incompetent, but I am not a coward, Integra."

"What have a problem, general!" Another voice burst out. "A private craft spotted a fleet of blimps in the sky about Newfields, northbound towards London!"

"Blimps!? Are you sure?!"

"Yes, blimps. Unbelievably huge ones."