Those of you who noticed, you are correct. I cannot count.

F/N was charged with setting the landmines, while Seras was helping organize and set traps throughout the building. The idea being that with the homefield advantage, they'd be able to avoid the indoor traps easily and the landmines would be enough to thin out their numbers. Seras would be on the roof to act as anti-air ordinance, while Wild Geese and Y/N would pick apart anyone who didn't get got by Seras, the landmines, or the traps. Y/N sighed as he finally returned from setting the mines, leaning against the wall where everyone had gathered.

"Fuck..." Y/N groaned, Pip raising an eyebrow at the young man.

"What, not excited to pop some heads?" he asked, elbowing the werewolf as Seras entered the room.

"Oh no, I'm ecstatic. Just... the thought of Seras on that roof firing anti-air rifles like they're Browning Fifties is kinda hot and I'm gonna miss that," he said, slightly grinning at the rapidly forming blush on the vampire's face.

"Don't say things like that! so embarrassing..." she muttered, looking away. Though she did glance back with a small smile. He seemed to be readjusting to his usual demeanor and she couldn't help but admit to herself that she enjoyed his teasing a bit. Only a bit.

"Hey, where'd you get that uniform? And won't it rip once you transform?" Seras asked, noticing his attire.

"Recreation US Soldier uniform from World War 1. Had it stashed away should I ever be involved in something like this for maximum mindfuck. I want to remind them what it was like being faced with this thing. It'll probably rip, but it's not my military surplus one, so it'll be fine. Besides, wouldn't you love to see what's under here?" Y/N joked.

"Possibly," Seras replied, grinning. Now it was her turn to try teasing him. The men of Wild Geese oohed and aahed as if it was some playground fight about to break out. Y/N put a hand on his chest as he laid the shotgun against a wall, taking a few steps until there was only a few inches between the two of them.

'Oh shit, it backfired...' she thought, face burning brighter.

"Well darling, do well and I just might let you," he said, looking down slightly at her. It was at that moment she realized he was actually a few inches taller, only adding to the tension between the two of them. Seras tried to reply but all she could do was sputter and speak gibberish in response. Y/N would have laughed if it weren't so cute.

"I'll let you off, for now. After all, you need to take your pretty little ass up to the roof. You've got better eyes than I do but I can tell they're going to be coming soon," he said, looking back out the window. The air was still, like the calm before the storm.

"R-Right!" Seras said, quickly marching out of the room, stiff as a board. Standing on the roof, she noted that he was definitely acting more like himself but she still wasn't entirely convinced he was just better. He was likely doing it to reassure her. Unfortunately for her, this was proven correct when his face immediately fell into a frighteningly blank face as he stared out the window. Pip shivered, unnerved by just how calm he seemed. The kid wasn't exactly stable before but he wasn't concerned about Y/N snapping in some psychotic break. His eyes were dull, and the thousand yard stare he had seemed filled with emotions that couldn't quite be put into words.

Night had just fallen over London when Seras saw it- a giant zeppelin with the swastika emblazoned on the side. She grinned as there was finally something to take all her grievances out on. Waiting just long enough for it to get in range, she opened fire and watched as the bores began smoking while a glowing orange began creeping down each barrel. The rounds that she had been firing were certainly, as Y/N would say, 'spicy' considering the damage she was doing to both the blimp and the guns themselves. Fortunately, even despite the nearly white-hot barrels, the gun continued to fire, even as the aircraft crashed into the ground and ghouls poured out.

The bullet hell had certainly thinned the heard, but by how much she doubted they'd ever truly know. It didn't matter, however, as there was still plenty of meat to be ground up. Sadly, it'd have to be done much more personally as her anti-air cannons had been depleted of ammunition and the barrels were finally melting under the sheer volume of fire. An explosion returned her attention to the hoard as several landmines went off. Guess Y/N was right, the sick bastards wouldn't care about their own enough to think about any potential traps laid.

Pip whistled, having seen the draculina down the zeppelin and the activation of the landmines. He had to hand it to both of them, they knew their strengths. The werewolf had speed and an incredible sense of smell while the vampire had strength and astounding eyesight. It was then the Frenchman was suddenly acutely aware of how fucked they'd be going against such power. And Y/N was even a good friend, not that he'd ever admit it aloud. It didn't need to be; they both just sort of knew.

"Looks like the party's started. Now fire only if you can get a killing blow, fire in bursts, and give 'em hell," Pip said, each of his men taking a spot in a window on various floors. The first floor was empty and the one filled to the absolute brim with traps.

"...kill 'em all..." he heard Y/N mumble. He slapped the werewolf across the head.

"OI! Snap out of it! You gonna stoop to their level because of some feline fleabag!?" Pip scowled, grabbing the American by the collar.

Flying just outside of London, in a certain traitor sneezed, although she couldn't particularly tell if it was the feeling of someone talking about her or just a result of so much crying.

"... You're right. I've been a pretty shit friend for that haven't I?" Y/N asked, taking a breath to calm himself. He still had people he could trust, people who were probably going to die in less than a few hours. He had to hold it together for them.

"Damn right! After we get through this, we should get some drinks. On Integra's tab, of course," Pip said, cracking a smile. Y/N couldn't hold back the smile of his own as he slung a Winchester 1897 on his back and lifted an M1 Garand to the window.

"Drinks. On me. Can't have the old Brit taking my head after killing some Nazis," Y/N joked.