Welcome to yet another chapter! Please let me know your thoughts on the story and share your theories. I won't spoil anything but it's nice to see where you think it'll go. Or has gone if you're reading this from the grim darkness of the far future where fun isn't allowed, happiness is banned, peace doesn't exi-

"Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Schrödinger gasped, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. Of course, none of it would kill her- at least permanently. However, between needing to match the crowd being shot at and the giant wolf she saw leap out of the penthouse window, it was safe to say the plan was much more challenging to execute than it was to form. She was scrambling through the crowd, trying to get to some semblance of cover when she took a look back at the fight. Tubalcain had been standing not two meters away when he suddenly jumped to the side. Now forced to watch the 13mm steel jacketed explosive bullet meant for the No Life King's opponent rocket towards her, Schrödinger raised her hands to her face in a feeble attempt to protect herself. She knew it would just tear right through her arms and yet she still couldn't stop the reflex.

'I'll be fine I'll be fine I'll be fine-' she thought, closing her eyes right before a behemoth of a creature landed in front of her and took the blow instead, the force still knocking it into her as it dropped them to the ground. Schrödinger opened her eyes and saw blackness still, only feeling the fur of the beast on her skin. As it got up, she was able to make out the color of its fur. It seemed like the monster that saved her was the one that jumped from the penthouse before.

Her eyes widened as it struggled to it's feet, realizing that the beast must be the escapee. After all, this Hellsing dog (pun entirely intended) was very clearly trying to protect as many people as he could. The German spy couldn't help but watch in awe as the Hellsing operative jumped in front of several more volleys of bullets and exploding cards before chasing after Alucard and Tubalcain as they charged up to the roof for their battle.

Schrödinger sat and stared, unsure of how to proceed. The fight was out of sight, but each howl of pain and roar of laughter was just as clear. Something seemed to click as she bolted out of the crowd and into the hotel. She reached the penthouse in time to hear laughing and clapping, cursing quietly upon realizing the battle was over and the Hellsing dogs had learned more about their plans. Sucking it up, Schrödinger made the dangerous decision to climb up the side and meet them. Upon reaching the roof, she saw the big bad wolf and who she assumed to be his handler. It looked like she was doing some field surgery to remove the bullets that had gotten lodged into him as they were likely silver and blessed mercury if the other spy held up their end of the deal. Right then, Schrödinger decided to speak up as she hung off the side.

"I... I WANT TO JOIN YOU GUYS!" she shouted, causing the blonde woman to jerk back and rip a bullet out of it's wound painfully. The wolf let out a short, but loud howl of pain as the blonde yanked her other hand away from his mouth.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to!" she hissed, puffing out her cheeks as the wolf tried to nip at her fingers. The apology seemed to satisfy the monster and it laid it's head down, closing his eyes.

"You took quite the beating..." Schrödinger heard her mutter.

"Who are you? And why do you wish to join us?" Alucard asked, very obviously skeptical as he shoved his signature silver hand cannon, Casull, into Schrödinger's face.

"That big wolf! He saved me! So I want to do some good myself! I wanna protect people from monsters just like he did for me!" she exclaimed, hoping that the borderline insane action of hanging onto the ledge of the roof and her words would be enough to fool the red-coat. Oddly enough, she didn't even have to lie, entirely.

"Hmm, another mutt to go with the one we already have? Sounds like more trouble than it's worth. Get out of here, brat." Schrödinger pouted at those words. Being called a brat hadn't bothered her before, and yet something was now making it sting.

'It must be because I'm flat. Huh, where'd that come from?' Schrödinger internally asked herself, a little confused.

"I say we should let her at least be questioned. Sir Integra has a keen eye for this sort of thing, so I'm sure she'd know what to do," the blonde offered, possibly some sort of olive branch. Schrödinger glared at her for a moment and let her eyes wander down slightly to the British woman's chest.

'It's definitely because I'm flat.'

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"Fuck me, I feel like I got hit by a bus..." Y/N groaned, waking up in a bed.

"What? When did we get back?" he asked, confused and slightly alarmed. It was his first mission after all. The Frenchman and the Bombshell were both in the room with him, one asleep in a chair and the other having just entered.

"Oh thank God you're awake. I was so worried I hadn't gotten everything out!" Seras exclaimed. Y/N sighed disappointedly.

"Damn, crashed after Alucard goes on a damn warpath and wake up after the action. Fuck I must've gotten caught in the crossfire in my sleep and missed all the action!" he groaned, running his hands through his hair. The action caused him to wince and hold his left shoulder. It was kind of odd, though. His wounds looked like he was hit on one side, which wouldn't make sense if he weren't moving. The American looked to Seras for an explanation.

"Ah, well, you actually were in the fight. Sort of. You're a big reason why a lot of innocent people didn't get killed during the fight. They're actually calling you the Santo de los Lobos." Y/N deadpanned at her.

"They're calling me what?" he asked confused. Y/N wasn't entirely fluent in Spanish, so he only knew the "saint" part.

"You're now the Saint of Wolves in Brazil. Judging by your more animalistic movements, you weren't even conscious of your actions and still moved to defend humanity. I wonder what that speaks to your character," a new voice called out. Y/N turned to see Sir Integra and a new individual.

"Man, what is with this place and picking up strays? I mean, first Bombshell, then me, now this one? Fuck man, I'm gonna need to keep a list of nicknames by the end of this..." he muttered jokingly as he looked to Pip. Frenchie was still asleep from the looks of it, but he doubted it would stay that way for long.

"Well, we can deal with introductions later. I'd like to get these bandages changed if you don't mind. And get the Frenchman a damn drink! Guy wouldn't stop talking about it since we got to Brazil! Hell, get me one too!"