Back in Chicago. Integra: We’re here to see Ann. Buster Brown: Ah, Sir Hellsing! Your passport checks out. Someone will be along to show you in. Of course, you’ll have to leave all your weapons here.
Integra: I’m afraid that’s not possible. You see. we only have one weapon with us…her. And she stays with us. Brown: Oh, that’s all right. We’re familiar with Hellsing’s…unconventional style. Mr. Dugan, will you take them in? Mickey Dugan: On it, Mr. Brown.
Integra: You fought in the war, didn’t you? I’ve heard stories… Dugan: Sure did. I remember fightin’ next to yer “Angel of Death” when he wasn’t but knee-high to a grasshopper. “The Yellow Kid,” they called me on the field. Pip: Isn’t that kind of racist? Dugan: Nah, it’s because of the shirt I wore.… Continue reading Let There Be Guns 3/48
Pip’s thoughts: “If this ‘Ann’ was alive during World War II, she must be as old as Mr. Yellow. It’s too bad….” / “I’ve never been so glad to be wrong.” Pip (thinking): Si cette “Ann” était vivante pendant le Deuxième Guerre Mondiale, elle doit être aussi vielle que M. Jaune. C’est vraiment dommage… Dugan:… Continue reading Let There Be Guns 4/48
Note from The Future: Yes, that’s Marcie and Peppermint Patty. Astute Peanuts fans may remember that, when they were kids, “Reichardt” was not Marcie’s last name. Some of you may be wondering, “Hey, that looks kind of like an iPhone in Ann’s hand. But isn’t this 1999?” What you have to realize is that not… Continue reading Let There Be Guns 13/48
Ann: You say you came here looking for Hellsing. Which shows that you’ve forgotten something else. Or you didn’t realize it in the first place. Either way, you’re a fool. You may have learned a trick that imitates the abilities of a paper user… …but you’re still a vampire. With all the weaknesses of one.
Pip: Here, lean on me. Integra: I can manage, Captain. Can’t let these people think I need help walking. Pip: Boss…you just saved all of their lives. I think they understand how awesome you are.