Hmm. Didn't get chapter 7 or 8, so used DJ's copy.

Elsa Bibat wrote:

    Chapter 8
    Investigations

    "_Very_ interesting."

Famous last words.

surprisingly deadly for her age with a pair of short knives she kept in
her handbag. This was found out by several punks when they tried to mug
her one evening while the Ms. Dempsey was coming home from work.

cute

    Her work was what also made her quite different from the normal
white-haired matron of her age. Since the 1950s, Patricia Dempsey had
been an integral part of Military Intelligence Department Five.
Secretary, field agent, control officer, assassin and, finally, data
analyst supreme.

    Code-named "Oracle",

makes sense.

she was the ultimate clearinghouse for data for

MI-5 until a few months ago when Five, as the spooks called it, granted
her as a 'loan' to the Knights of Hellsing. Now, she brought her
considerable talent for analysis and data-gathering to bear on
monitoring the nationwide reports looking for anomalous patterns that
could be caused by vampiric activity, something that the organization
had not done before. She was also training several Hellsing operatives
to become a core independent investigative unit for the Order.

And therefore not the cannon fodder the rank and file of Hellsing usually
were.

 Makepeace

had dropped by to pick up his boys for late-night PT and obstacle
running, an important activity with all the nocturnal activity that
Hellsing got up to, and ended up watching the IOU being run through
their intellectual paces instead.

    The 'Debt Collectors', the unit's unofficial nickname since the

I kind of suspect that they'd just end up being called the "Collectors".

agree

inured her to adult childishness.

I don't think anyone grows up completely in one way or another. It's just
some don't grow up at all.

    The colonel glanced at Patricia, who was nodding, and asked.
"Glovecleaners?"

    "Type A sociopathic personalities. Serial Killer Level 2, people
like that Lecter fellow they have in the States, not totally serial

Lector (which is the latin word for "teacher)

killers either just very amoral people. No definable pattern except to
themselves, highly skilled and intelligent, highly _violent_ when
pushed, often homophagic in their psychosis. We call them glovecleaners
because in one of the seminal cases the killer, instead of just washing
their hands like normal serial killers, even washed the gloves he used."

Lovely.

    "The Thames. See the pattern of red and yellow congregating on the
banks of the Thames? Disappearances all down the waterline, spaced as if
someone were actively trying to hide the pattern. Stupid in a way
actually, a plan obviously executed by someone unaware of current
technological standards or someone who has natural distrust for the new
and is used to a particular manner of working things..." Patricia
trailed off letting the clues sink into her superior's brain.

    "Or someone who's been alive a long time." The colonel finally got
it.

I wanna see a vampire story where one of the things that gives him away
is not knowing how to drive.

I just read one where a female vampire woke up like that, a couple hundred
years out of the swing of things.

    There was a grudging nod from the three young men and Patricia
offered a thankful one to the commander. Patricia turned to her team and
offered them something to soothe their egos.

    "Don't worry. We'll be on the

in the field, I think.

 field soon. Besides, there might be

someone smart enough out there to see the pattern and do our
investigation for us and what did I tell you is the first rule of field
work?"

    Frost's lips twitched as he said the time-honored maxim of
intelligence agents, his only compromise towards a smile.

    "Better them than us."

That's just human nature in general, unless one has a martyr complex.

    "Chief? You there?" The woman was obviously leaning down at the
videolink camera as if it were in a cramped space.

Nice scene

    "Anyway, I've got some good news for you on the info front, both
online and hardcop. We hit paydirt with the server at the Belize
facility had information on the folks who first developed FREAK tech.
And guess what? Prototype FREAK chips were first made way back in the
stone age of the '40s.

I doubt it.  While I'd never take away from the ingenuity of nazi mad

scientists

presumably their prototypes for vampire control implants would be

something bulkier

than a chip.

Unless they had access to alien technology. Or a time traveler from the
future.

    The dark room's invisible occupant was leaving.

    He needed information and his agent had given it to him.

    Now, the Shadow knew.

    Sinister laughter filled the room.

Yo.  Lamont.  Nobody around to impress.  You can turn it off.

Hehehehe. Nice.

Good work, Elsa.

DB Sommer



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