Edward watched as the cyborg Iscariot made his way on to the Orphanage grounds. Edward leaned slightly to the left and whispered into Father Siver's ear while still looking at the cyborg. "Little bit of an impolite bostard isn't he." He leaned back to his straight up position and took up his place on Father Alexander's right side. "Welcome Father Miles." Edward hadn't really seen much of Father Miles in the past. Truthfully, the only time he ever saw him was when Edward visited Iscariot Castle every so often. He didn't think too much on it. One more extra gun was a blessing. Even still, Edward couldn't quite place why Anderson needed extra men on this mission. It was simple delivery after all. He didn't question it, after all, he was finally getting to go on a mission with his idol, mentor, and the only father figure Edward had ever really known. Ed was quite sure Father Siver felt the same way. He too was raised by Father Anderson. In fact, they both grew up here, Kaleb being only a year younger than Edward. Edward could recall the many times he and Kaleb spent together when they were younger. It had been a while since they had been together. Edward turned his head and looked at Father Siver. My, my, so many good memories old friend.

Siver was slightly lost in thought, the feeling and fulfilled desire to accompany Anderson on a mission was becoming a reality, and his attention was brought back to that reality. Father McFinn whispered into his ear and the small comment and question made him lightly chuckle very lightly and he turned to McFinn and nodded. "Indeed." Truth be told Kaleb never truly saw Father Miles at all before, only rumors on the Cyborg being in Iscariot, he had no problem with more help for Father Anderson but to many hands might get in the way but it was Anderson's mission and he chose to let Miles come.

McFinn had always been quite a witty and funny friend of his, even as children he remembered the jokes he would tell him to cheer him up. He placed his hand out to McFinn, "Its good to see you again by the way old friend..."

The cybernetic priest stopped just a few feet away from the group. Father Miles nodded once toward Anderson before placing his white gloved hands which had a red cross on the glove material in the pockets of his Cassock. He stood silent a minute as his brown eyes flashed green for a moment before returning to their normal color, though the change would be barely noticeable in the daylight, he had been downloading a bit of information on the two other Iscariots that were with Father Anderson. Positive, Father Anderson. Even though im not programmed for it, I actually want to get away from Rome for a while. Most of my programming is meant for blowing holes in vampiric meat-bags and turning them to dust at the Vatican's orders, not rebuilding the walls of the Vatican. He said, accepting the Fathers offer to join in on the little group activity, though he really had no idea what he had just agreed to, just that they were going to london. He turned a bit and He nodded once to Father McFinn, as well as Siver. I appreciate the welcome. I know of you and of Kaleb. My memory files are link directly to the Iscariot computer network, your files are already downloaded. Nice to make your acquaintance. His voice was emotionless, as if everything he said was programmed by a computer or something, the fact that Michel's face made nothing more then a straight face the whole time he was speaking, and that half of his brain was a small computer, proved that fact.

With the inclusion of Father Miles, their number had risen to four operatives in total. Furthermore, these were not merely untested members of the order, these three were some of the finest the Vatican had to offer. Alexander was confident they would be able to handle any scenario set forth in front of them which was key for this assignment. One could never be quite sure how a confrontation between Iscariot and Hellsing would develop. The scottish priest pushed back his left sleeve to check the time and frowned. If they left immediately they would be able to reach the Vatican's private airstrip in time to catch one of the later flights. Adjusting the collar of his cassock, he sighed and began a business-like gait towards the dirt road leading towards the city. As a rule of thumb, Anderson preferred to walk whenever possible if only because few vehicles could comfortably contain him and there were times when he simply enjoyed the exercise and the chance to stretch his legs. Small clouds of dust flared up in his footsteps as he quickened his pace a half step, taking it on assumption that the others would adjust to keep up with his long strides. They weren't the type to be left in the dust, literally and metaphorically, even by someone of the Paladin Monster Slayer's stature.

===>Exit to Vatican's Airport (once all others have posted)

Edward shook Kalebs hand. "Good to see you too." He looked at the cyborg and politely responded. "I see you you know alot about us then. Your welcome." He noticed the look on Anderson's face and knew he was getting ready to move. 2 minutes late he did. Edward started walking, his legs weren;t quite as long as Anderson's, but he could still keep up. Anderson quickened his pace. "Is this a test Father Alexander? Your sadly mistaken if you think I can't keep up." Edward quickened his pace as well, staying on Anderson's right side and almost shoulder to shoulder, though a little shorter. Edward laughed in his head. He glanced behind himself to see if Kaleb and the cyborg were keeping up. Then looked forward so he could match Anderson.

Kaleb checked something in his pocket but he then looked up and saw McFinn and Anderson power walking away already. Kaleb put the object back into his pocket and did a light jog towards the two but once he met them he kept up to their pace. He enjoyed walking more then having transportation if the destination was not to far for the opportunity to walk. McFinn asked Anderson if it was a test and Kaleb lightly smiled at the question if it were a test both of them were doing just fine. He placed his hands into his pockets and arched his elbows slightly and kept up to speed with them.

Michel also noticed Anderson check his watch and begin his walk back toward the city toward the airport, though the way Siver and McFinn began to walk was a bit comical to the cyborg, though this one again didn't show up upon his face. He waited a moment and also began the walk after them, though he kept his hands inside his pockets and yet he somehow still managed to powerwalk after them, though he didn't try to get on equal footing with them, it was still enough to stay up right behind the three men as they grew closer toward the city. Though he suddenly bolted off passed the three iscariot members as soon as a beeping went off in one of the censors inside his computer-like brain. Rushing passed Anderson, McFinn, And Silver, Michel seemed to vanish in the distance. The only clue to the sudden response of the cyborg could be the pillars of smoke that rose into the clouds in the distance. The fact that the emergency respond beeper in his brain announced it so late that the cyborg suddenly took off. Off to follow his orders to protect what was left of the city or to help the people out. He hardly felt a response from the shock wave that rushed over the area.

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OOC: Okay, scud missles got dropped and I gotta leave for a while... again. Perfect excuse. Just pretend Michel bolted off into the city to help out.. He is a robot after all. ;P Radiation aint got shit on his awesomeness..
Exit>>>>>>>>>>>>>> LIMBO FOR A WHILE...

The Killing Judge declined comment on Edward's question. As much as he cared for these boys, they were a tad high strung if they were trying to find a training exercise hidden in a simple walk to the airport. Walking along, he suddenly paused as a high pitched whine could be heard from above and less than a second later Father Miles was taking off at a run towards the city. Anderson quickly realized why as the source of the noise was revealed to be a missile hurtling straight for the city. Eyes wide in surprise, he rushed off after the cyborg as the explosive impacted the city of God, throwing up a huge cloud of dust and debris visible even from where they now stood. Closing the distance between himself and Michel in only a few bounding strides, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled forth a cell phone before quickly hitting one of the speed dial options. The call went through quickly to the central intelligence office located beneath the castle. Even with a missile attack, the lower levels of the Iscariot stronghold were reinforced against bombs and the like. "This is Anderson, Ah joost saw a damned missile hit tha city! Whit in God's Name is going on over there!" he roared into the phone, never easing his breakneck pace. To his credit, the highly trained receptionist remained calm and answered quickly. A single scud missile had impacted the city and it's point of origin had already been traced to Scotland. Damage to the castle was only skin deep and the majority of the important landmarks were more or less intact but the massive blast zone had occured in a residential section killing hundreds.

Alexander's emerald eyes narrowed with pure fury at the news and he skidded to a halt. "How could this happen!? How were we naht prepared fer this!?" he asked, his temper flaring dangerously. The operator informed him that the most likely perpetrators were the Knights of the Damned, the destruction of which had been given to the Hellsing organization by Enrico Maxwell himself. Sadly, a lack of intel prevented any true countermeasures so the only viable option left was to minimize the damage. "Ah'm on mah way an Ah'm bringing Fathers McFinn and Siver with me." he exclaimed, eager to assist his beloved city any way he could. However, the operator waved him off stating that his standing orders were still the delivery of the note to Sir Hellsing in England where supposedly a second scud had touched down. Before he could argue, the other man hung up and Anderson was left standing there, his facial muscles twitching with rage and frustration. Rome was in shambles and they expected him to play delivery boy to that Protestant whore!?

Edward was caught off guard for a moment as Michel ran off, followed by Anderson. There was a flash in the distance. A cloud of smoke rose up from the ground and into the heavens. He ran after the two of them and came to a complete halt next to them. He looked in shock and disbelief as he realized just where the missile had touched down. God, no. Not Rome. McFinn dropped to his knee's. He thought about all the landmarks. The Collosseum and many others. Then he heard the conversation on Anderson's phone. The historical landmarks are all safe. That was a relief to Edward. He couldn't bring himself to stand up. Instead he removed his bible from his inside pocket and flipped it open. He began a prayer as he sat there on the ground. As he finished his prayer, he opened his eye's, though with a sad look now adorning his face. I wonder if there were any Iscariot members in Rome. Those that commited this atrocity would surely pay in the days to come if they had not already. As he stood up, he had a more resolved face. It made him seem as if he meant business, which is precisely what he wanted to. He looked at Anderson who had a very rage filled facial expression. Apparently their mission was still of the utmost importance. He knew what was going through Anderson's head. He wondered the same thing. What is so important about that letter that it takes priority over the lives of thousands?! He stepped forward to the point that he was ahead of Anderson. That look of determination still adorning his face. He looked straight ahead. "Let us go to the kingdom of the protestants. Let us deliver this blasted letter to the bitch herself. Let us hope it was worth the countless lives that were lost today." He began walking forward with a powerful stride.

Exit to: Whatever airport we're going to.

Taking off behind both Father Anderson, Micheal and McFinn, Kaleb was horrified at the scene layed out before him. "God no..." Kaleb's hands went from his sides to his head as he nearly tore hair out from it and his eyes went wide in shock. "No,no,no,no!! Not Rome!!!" Rome has been his only home he had known sense child hood, having memories of the United States were in his mind yes, but Rome was truly considered his home. Having it been attacked as such brought his inner thoughts of no worries for the people crashing down harder and louder then a bolt of lighting.

Anderson was on the phone and boldly stated Himself, Anderson and McFinn were going to the city but the expression his his face proved otherwise. He saw McFinn and Anderson's eyes and knew what they were thinking and was the one to speak it aloud. "What on earth is that damned letter have in it to be more important then ROME!!!? He shouted at the sky to no one just out loud and he punched the ground into a soft patch of grass. Kaleb agreed with Mcfinn on completing the mission, sooner it is done the sooner they could return to help rebuild what was destroyed in Rome.

OOC : If my posting was unnecessary do to the exit i apologize.

Exit==> Italian Airport

OOC: Nah, you're good Kaleb. The only ones that technically exited so far are Edward and Michel so your post is fine. Since there's nothing more to say from my standpoint I'm skipping straight to my own exit.

Exit==> Italian Airport

Enter From: Iscariot Castle Front Steps

Edward strolled through the front gate of the Orphanage Courtyard. It had only been a few weeks since they left. Edward looked back and didn't see Ciaran. "Wonder where the lad went." Edward turned back to the front of the Orphanage to find that not 1, but 2 children had come out to greet him. "Father Edward! Welcome home! We missed you!" said one of the boys. The other didn't say anything, but smiled none the less. Edward kneeled down and placed a hand on each of the boys shoulders. "Its good to be back. I hope your boys havn't been getting into trouble while me and Father Anderson were away." The boys were still happy. "Don't worry Father, we've been good." The one boy looked around. "Where Father Anderson? And Fathers Siver and Miles?" Edward thought for a moment. "Father Anderson is currently reporting in to the Archbishop. Father Miles is also awaiting an audience with the Archbishop. He had been summoned in right before I left after making my report. As for Father Siver..... i'm not sure. We havn't seen him since a week ago. He disappeared." The boys looked saddened at this news. After all, Father Kaleb would often visit and sit in on their lessons. "I'm sure he's ok. Probably on a much needed vacation." The boys lightened up, smiled, and then ran off to play with the other children while there was still daylight. Edward got up off his knee and walked over to the old Oak Tree. He leaned against it and slowly slid down until he was practically laying underneath it. He drifted off into a light sleep.

Rose was walking around the unfamiliar town, exploring her new home. She was walking down the slightly busy street. This place is huge.... I just wish I knew where I am... She thought as she looked at the strange buildings. "I agree. Father Anderson is amazing with the orphans. I'm amazed at how he manages to control all those kids by himself." An elderly woman says to her friends as they walk past Rose. An orphanage? maybe I can start there.... Ro thinks happily. She then asks some towns people for directions to the orphanage and makes her way there.

Rose quickly spots the orphanage when a soccer ball rolls to her feet. She then picks it up and looks around to see where it came from. Ro smiles when she spots some young children playing on the front yard. She then walks over, holding the soccer ball, to the children. "Excuse me, is this your ball?" Rose asks, smiling at the children who were now looking at her. The children smile and just nod. "Here you go then. Try not to let it roll away again. ok?" Ro then says, giving one of the children the ball. Rose just smiles as she watches the children run off to continue playing with the soccer ball.

Edward woke up a few hours after he had drifted off to sleep. He thought that he had heard someone talking, but there was no one to be found. He stood up and looked around. The children had all gone inside, most likely for dinner and then sleep. Edward figured it was time to check on the state of his room. He took long strides as he went inside and headed towards the back of the Orphanage.

Exit to: Limbo

Enter From: Limbo

Edward walked up to the front gate of Father Anderson's Orphanage. It had been his only home since he was a small child, same as many that came to this orphanage. Some of the ones he grew up were still here, since they weren't of age to leave yet. However, the first sight upon passing through the gates was not a pleasant one. An ambulance loaded up two body bags, then rolled through the gate on its way... somewhere. That was never a good sign. Ed hurried into the Orphanage to find out what had just happened.

Exit to: Possibly the Main Lobby.