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Chapter 6 E Branch
"I have some things I'd like to tell you about."
Dr. Moira Quatermass and Dame Integra Helsing looked like two
opposite sides of a coin as they walked down E Branch's white sterile
halls. Pale skin and black hair and dressed in a feminine skirt and
blouse combination underneath her labcoat, Dr. Quatermass was a
counterpoint to Integra's mannish fashion, blonde hair and dark skin.
For some strange reason, their opposite looks irritated her to no
end. Her friendship with the female scientist was one of those
unexplainable things in life that plagued her.
"Moira, if this is another one of those-"
"Trust me, Numbers. It's not one of those things again. What? You're
giving me that look again."
"Will you find me a better nickname than 'Numbers', 'Quartermass'?"
"Can't find another, 'Integer'."
Another one of those unexplainable things that plagued her life was
why she hadn't killed her yet. Sartre was right. Hell was an eternity
with your friends.
Moira Quatermass was the scion of a scientific dynasty that had made
great contributions to the progress of science, though most of those
contributions had to be kept secret because they usually meant 'the end
of life as we know it'. Moira had lived and breathed the sciences ever
since she could talk and she was probably the greatest repository of
profane scientific data on the planet.
She was also, in Integra's opinion, totally and completely insane.
Most people disagreed with her and called it 'genius', but they hadn't
had to room with her when they went to Oxford. The fact that they were
both hereditary leaders of their particular organizations didn't help
any.
Moira disdained of Integra's particular obsession with the undead
and, even after Alucard made an unscheduled visit at the dormitory, she
was still dismissive of it. Integra was equally dismissive of Moira's
extraterrestrials, having had to hear of Uncle Alex's stories about
Daleks and disappearing police call-boxes one too many times.
Their respective personalities were also not exactly conducive to
smooth interpersonal relations. To Integra's eyes, Moira was crass,
insulting, had no respect for her social betters and squeezed the
toothpaste tube in the middle, in other words, a stinking commoner. That
Moira should automatically bow to her superior will and breeding was a
given. When she didn't only made Integra more determined to break her.
Moira was of the same opinion, but of a different standpoint. How
dare this inbred ignorant noble order her around? Superstitious little
bint! She even believes in vampires! How medieval can you get? Four
years of gibes, insults, practical jokes and other sundry events
followed.
But, even through all that and maybe because of all that, they
became friends. Friends who occasionally wanted to kill each other, but
friendships with Integra were usually like that.
They hadn't seen each other in two years, but after five minutes of
meeting each other again, they fell back into their usual patterns.
"I hope this doesn't concern those... what did you call them on your
last annual report? Ah, yes, your so-called 'Mysterons'-"
"Will you not do that!"
"Do what?" Integra's teasing drawl was like a purring cat's.
"Say Mysterons so that there is an implied quotation mark around
them. I don't do it with your so-called 'vampires'."
"Actually, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Moira, if we're going to start saying you-did-I-didn't we'll be
stuck in that particular rut for the entire day. Now let's act like
adults and just say you do and get on with it." One point for me.
Integra was doing mental backflips in her mind.
"I would think that you with your pair of unnatural pair of
'vampires' would be sympathetic to my little pet project."
"If you had called them a less... BBC children's show name, then
I'd be a lot more generous with my disbelief. The security council
would probably agree with me."
"But-hah! Here she comes, my little ace in the hole, to get
more funding-
"To fight the alien menace, I know, I know. Moira, Hellsing needs
more funding and I'd have to-"
Their conversation was interrupted by Moira pulling out a Beretta
9mm from her labcoat and pumping its entire clip into the woman dressed
in a red uniform who had come up to them and was about to say hello.
Integra just arched an eyebrow as the woman slid down the wall
and slumped on the ground. Motionless green eyes stared up at her from
behind a fan of crimson hair. She glanced to the scientist at her side
who was still holding the smoking gun in her hand. No one in E Branch
seemed to have noticed that their Director just shot one of their
workmates.
"You have a good explanation for this?"
Moira reloaded the Beretta and slid it back into her shoulder
holster.
"Dame Integra Helsing, I'd like you to meet Captain Samantha
Scarlett, formerly of Her Majesty's Armed Forces and currently
attached to E Branch."
"She's dead, Moira. She is not going to stand up and-"
"Uuuuhh..." Captain Scarlett groaned from her prone position on
the ground. Integra blinked and looked down at the red-haired woman as
she picked herself up from the ground. Integra glanced at her old
schoolmate and shrugged.
"So she's a regenerator. I can name at least one human
regenerator within my knowledge."
"Bah. I know of Iscariot's Father Anderson and I am certain that
he was created using 'occult' means." The quotation marks she gestured
with her hands were indicative of the doctor's disdain for such an
explanation.
"Oy, doc, did you really have to shoot me? This is the fifth
uniform I lost this way."
"Hush, Captain. It is all in the name of science, besides, the
uniforms are free."
"But clean-up's a bitch and half, doc."
"Sacrifices have to be made so that we may prove to these
Philistines my theories are correct."
Integra smiled thinly and brought the conversation back on
topic. "I am assuming from your tirade, that the Captain here proves
the existence of your 'Mysterons'?"
"Yes. You see, Samantha's condition of immortality is the result
of extraterrestrial tampering. She has survived even total cellular
disintegration and regenerated without loss in any cognitive faculties."
Integra glanced with an arched eyebrow to the svelte red-haired
woman who was looking faintly embarassed. "The doc didn't actually
intend to test if I could survive it...it just sort of happened and...
well... I had to stop Captain Black and the Mysterons..."
"Captain Black?"
"Captain Jeremiah Black was Samantha's former superior in the
Army, they were both abducted during a little expedition under E Branch
auspices. Unfortunately, Captain Black was subverted and now serves
the Mysterons as their prime agent on Earth."
Despite herself, Integra was starting to become interested. "And
these Mysterons have been doing what?"
Moira's face contorted into a mask of hate. "Sabotage.
Assasination. They have started a secret war against the human race,
fortunately, we have Samantha here. Fate has made her indestructible
and she is our greatest weapon in our war."
Integra shifted her gaze from the passionate brunette scientist
to the rather embarassed red-head, who was trying to cover the holes
in her uniform. Captain Scarlett didn't look like any superweapon. She
just shook her head. Not her problem.
"That's all very well, Moira, but my problem is vampires. I've
heard you made a breakthrough with the FREAK chips."
Moira looked at her despairingly. "But-"
"Moira, I'll talk about with Diogenes and we'll try to get you
better funding. Personally, if you need any help, you could just merge
E Branch with Hellsing and everything would be all right."
That last statement made Quatermass make a face of distaste.
"If you think-"
"Really, Moira, we should get back to the business at hand.
Besides, I think Captain Scarlett would want to get a new set of clothes."
And Integra Helsing makes another goal. The people in the stands
are going wild. Moira must be really losing her touch.
"Er...yeah...with your permission Doctor Quatermass..."
Captain Scarlett saluted- impressive chest that girl had- and moved
off.
"Now, Moira, about those FREAKs."
"Feh. I'll have to ask you to meet Giles down in the Arsenal."
"Who's Giles?"
"Our resident sorcerer."
"I didn't think you believed in 'sorcery'."
"'Sorcery' is just the skilled use of unknown natural law. Since
I still have to find a better word as a substitute, 'sorcery' is good
enough."
"So what are you waiting for? Let's go down."
Moira just stared at her with that resigned expression on her face,
a look that she had whenever she knew she was beaten.
"I hate you, you know?"
"I know."
The elevator pinged and they went.
Then they went down.
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