Who Am I? Redux
Disclaimer: I didn't Create Hellsing, I don't own it.
Chapter 6: The Road Home
The passport he had shown back at Heathrow had identified him as David McMaster, a Canadian tourist from Toronto. No one had given the shaggy headed man a second glance as they hurried him along to the terminal and onto the British Airways 747 for Toronto and from there flight back to Delaware.
That had been two hours ago.
Now Max was settled comfortably into the first class seat aboard the jet, feeling a great degree of satisfaction with himself for having gotten away so cleanly. Jack had boarded a flight towards Mexico City and from there he'd take another flight home. He tugged the old Toronto Maple Leafs cap he wore down over his eyes and reclined his seat intent on nodding off to sleep for the rest of the flight.
Even as he settled in to try and sleep something he had been pushing to the back of his mind rushed forward.
Seras.
In the last three and a half weeks he had grown attached to her, more so then as a professional he should have aloud himself to become. They had left there sound asleep when the commandos stormed the place. When she had awoken to find them she had no doubt been terrified.
"Can I get you something to drink sir?" asked a pleasant accented female voice.
He pushed his cap back with one finger, looking up at a petite brunette. When he answered all traces of the overly polite hockey player he had been back at the airport where gone, the usual gravel crept back into his voice, "Whisky, please."
She smiled at him and retrieved a small bottle of Jack Daniel's and a plastic up full of glass from her cart. A few bill found there way from the breast pocket of his shirt into her hand as he sat back up and cracked open the bottle, empting the contents in the cup. He'd be glad to be home again, back to the usual routine. Rigorous training, scheduled down time, moving into action at a moment's notice and no having to worry about someone else beating them to the punch.
He downed the drink in a single gulp before returning his seat to it's reclined position and falling into a fitful sleep full of dreams of a little blonde.
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Integra rolled the cigar slowly back and forth across her desk, eyes locked on the tall slim man standing across from her, "She's adjusting?"
Walter gave a curt nod, adjusting his monocle before speaking, "As well as one would in such a situation. Much of her memory has seem to have returned in the last several hours. Though everything before her time with us still seems to be rather fuzzy. She has said very little on the people who took care of her through all this."
The rolling of the cigar came to a stop then slowly went to her lips, "Has Alucard said anything to you about why he waited so long to tell us where she was?"
"No Ma'am, but I can speculate his reasons."
A match snapped to life and singed the end of the cigar, "And the search of the flat?"
"Nothing, side from a Nintendo Gamecube with a sticky note on it indicating that it was for Seras."
"It seems then we're at a dead end in this investigation. We shall leave Seras off active duty for the next several days to allow for her to recover. For the time being that's all we can."
End…..
Final Notes from Chris:
There we have it folks, the rewrite of the story that started it all has come to an end. It's still not 100 what I want it to be, but I can live with leaving it as is. I'll be dropping off the scene till sometime in the New Year, but in the mean time I will be working on doing full over hauls of both Division Zero and Power Struggle for those of you who remember those two stores. And once all the re-writes are done everything will come together in the grand final Dark Tomorrow. So stay tuned. -Chris