[WHOOSH] Anderson: Sir Hellsing, you’re coming with us. Fake Integra (thinking): Am I supposed to know you?
Fake Integra: Look, I don’t know who you think you are– Anderson: Good question. We ask of thee — who art thou? Iscariots: We are the Legion of Judas Iscariot! Anderson: What is it thou hast clutched in thy right hand?! Iscariots: A dagger and poison! Fake Integra: I didn’t actually need an answer… Anderson:… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 18/30
Fake Integra: This is all very charming, but I have a job to do. You can’t keep me here. Anderson: Why not? You think you can take all of us on at once? Fake Integra (thinking): Well, yes, but… Fake Integra: You wouldn’t be so rude as to gang up on a lady, would you?… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 19/30
Heinkel: It is not a good point! She’s Sir Hellsing, not some fragile damsel! Fake Integra: Heinkel Wolfe, was it? Where’s your partner? Heinkel: Forget the job. Let’s just shoot her. Timothy: Heinkel, no!
Fake Integra: She’s important to you, isn’t she? Heinkel: You don’t know anything about it! Fake Integra: I do. There are people that I need to protect. At all costs. Heinkel: Is this your plan? To smooth-talk all of us, one by one? We’ll knock you out long before you finish! Reseda: I don’t recommend… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 21/30
Reseda: Isn’t this interesting? Anderson: Vampire! Reseda: Hellsing to the left of me, Catholics to the right… …and about three dozen ugly mugs with pointy teeth headed this way. Self excepted, of course.
Fake Integra: Did you just fool them with the oldest trick in the book? Reseda: Not exactly. There really were a bunch of undead coming after me. I think they mistook me for Seras Victoria. Weird, huh? I don’t even look like her. Fake Integra: Indeed. Reseda: You, on the other hand…you’re a dead ringer… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 24/30
Reseda refers to her actions way back in the Cats Are People Too storyline. Fake Integra: Who are you to question my identity? Reseda: Just your average, ordinary chordewa… …who once had her nose inches away from the real Sir Hellsing’s jugular. And you don’t smell like her. Fake Integra: So you’re a self-proclaimed enemy… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 25/30
Reseda: That’s how I ended up here, too. I had to know what was going on. Maybe curiosity killed the cat…but I’m already dead, so why not? Ripples of something big have been spreading through the dark corners of the world for some time now. It’s all coming together here. And I thought I understood… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 26/30
Fake Integra: All right, I’ll tell you some of it. I’m here to do one very specific job. And I can’t be seen as myself. I figured it would help the real Integra if she had a decoy running around. But I’m nobody you’ve heard of. Vampires aren’t exactly my field. Now, I need to… Continue reading A Long Flight to the Fight 27/30