An Assassin's Night Job

I do not own and Hellsing characters, but i do own Isabel Koahara.

A/N:I am looking for a beta. One who is really good with writing dialogue, because I really suck at it.

Isabel Kohara sat in a coffee shop, it was full of modern 'art' and the smell for coffee chocolate and whip cream swirled in the air making Isabel some what dizzy. She looked like she was in her early twenties, but in reality she was far older than that. She had used her magicks to keep her true appearance at bay. At that time she had pitch black hair that went down to her mid-back and blue eyes. She was wearing a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans that clung to her wispy figure.

Her money was dwindling and she needed to find a job out of country before the eviction given by the Obama Ministration. If only McCain had won the election! She probably would have a shit-ton of jobs. She would most likely have been able to kill that Kim Jong-il bastard! But no, the United States Citizens had to grow conscious and vote a black president! Not that she had anything against him and his race, but he took away the only job she sure was doing right. Anger welled up inside her.

A man walked up beside her, "I have a job you might be interested in, Miss Kohara."

Isabel turned around to see a man in his twenties leaning over her shoulder. He had shaggy orange hair and dark brown eyes

"And you are?" she inquired, not fearing to hide her irritation.

"I'm a middle man, or at least that is what most of my employers call me. They hire me to find rare items such as yourself," he said walking around and sat down. His clothes were as shaggy as his hair.

"I don't like being called an item," she replied dryly.

"I'm sorry. My name's Wess," he reached out his hand to shake hers, but she didn't take it, "and word in the underground says that your employment with the U.S. government has been terminated. Is that right?" he tried his best to maintain control over the conversation but she made it hard.

"It is not wrong."

He could tell she was getting irritable.

"Well, there's a private organization on the other side of the pond that is looking for soldiers, strong ones!"

"I'm not a soldier; I'm an assassin, Wess."

"Wait, they're looking for soldiers that can go on solo missions," Wess lend in closer and whispered, "vampire hunting"

Isabel's eyes widened.

"What organization?"

"Hellsing"

A wide grin came to Isabel's face, "Congratulations, Wess! You have caught my attention. What happened that made them come over here to look for soldiers?" she said in a calm voice not trying to show her true excitement.

"There was an attack on their headquarters; there were only four survivors: the director Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, their two vampire 'trump cards', and the butler," he started laughing. "The funny thing is that they lost everyone to a ghoul army, and after they were done taking care of the enemy ghouls, their own soldiers turned into ghouls and attacked them!" he started laughing even harder.

"You have a sick sense of humor," Isabel said with a frown, crossing her arms and legs, "would you just give me the information so that I can go? I grow tired of talking with you"

Wess shrugged, dug into his pocket and handed her a paper.

"Chow," he smiled, got up, and disappeared through the door.

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