Leto tilted forwards with interest, bracing himself against a chest-high iron bar. He wouldn't leave yet - not until the Major had given his orders in full.
After all, if he was given nothing to do, he'd just be back to making tea and delivering letters between the personnell. Mundane, granted, but sometimes mundaneness can be a bad thing.
I've heard of the previous engagements... Herr Major seems so confident, even in the face of certain failure. The boy considered this for a moment longer. Failure, to that man, must be success in some degree.

Schrodinger appeared next to Die Krahe not long after he disappeared. "Krahe, you are to report to zhe map table. Herr Major has a zpecial task for you." With that, Schrodinger disappeared and reappeared at the map table. Waiting for everyone to arrive.

Nathan watched Schrodinger bounce about the room making his choices. He remained in the command room until Frau Winkle mad her decisions. Anozher aircraft carrier, ve could use zhat.

It was only a matter of time, Leto thought with a sigh, barely needing to hear Schrodinger's words in order to know their meaning: Adventure. Excitement. Ugh.
Well, here I go again to get my head blown off in the name of the Nazi regime.
With a sparing glance at his accomplice, Carmina, the boy began to walk out, pausing at the door for his rather sardonic new ally to follow.
Shall we?~

>>EXIT>> Consider me gone from this topic once Carmina also makes her leaving post.

With his normal smile, he turned toward the Huntress and replied, "Ah. My good Lieutenant, I vould like you to take all of who you fell are up to ze task. I know you vill not disappoint me. I vant you to show our men a proper lesson in violence. Show our enemy vhat happens when zhey turns zheir backs on ze sea lion und remind zhem zhat our ambition has no limits." Acting as though his response was satisfactory, he began humming something that sounded mysteriously like the Brady Bunch theme song as he made his way to the map table with Schrodinger and his assigned crew and a handful of soldiers. After he finished humming his song, he said to his men, "Zoldiers. Ze dogs of zat little fraulein have been nuzzing but a thorn in my side. It is time to give zhem a wake up call zhey vill not soon forget. Your main objective is to attack zhat little frauleiin and take away zhat vhich she treasures most. I suppose I have to be honest vith you zhat I do not expect most of you to make it back. In fact, most of you go specifically to your own deaths but know zhat you are fightiing for ze greatest cause of all. You fight in ze name of ze Third Reich. You are ze defiant voice zhat rings out across badlands and makes our enemies cower like children. Go und attack zhem und remind zhem of vhat it fells like to live in fear." With another wave of his hand, he dismissed them and sat down to a plate of polish sausage and sauerkraut which had already been prepared for him.

(OOC: Sorry for lateness, haven't been feeling too motivated for a few days)

The Huntress gave a salute as the Major left to give his orders to Schrodinger and the group of soldiers. She began to drum her gloved fingers upon her weapon as she pondered on who to send into battle upon the Eagle II. Meanwhile Zorin simply puffed away on her cigarette, appearing unfazed after not being assigned a mission.

Schrodinger listened carefully to Herr Major's words. Their mission was simple enough. Blow down Hellsing's front doors, kill their pet vampires, and make sure they don't leave. "You heard zhe Major. Pack vhatever gear you vill be takingk vith you. Ve leave in 0400 hours for zhe outskirts of Hellsing Manor. Report to zhe hangar bay on time." He turned to Herr Major and saluted. Then he raised his arm high into the air. "KRIEG!" The many FREAKS in the room repeated the phrase over and over again. Excited for the coming war. Schrodinger had a devilish grin on his face. Hand still raised high into the air.

As Die Krahe listened to the Majors words, a strange feeling came over him. He was proposing a plan that would no doubt end in his death. A plan that, by all logistical standards, was a suicide run. Attacking the main enemy of their force head on simply to keep their attention while they gathered supplies for their next operation. Sacrificing a decent number of soldiers and several officers just as a decoy. It was madness.

And yet...

There was something about it. The lack of subtlety. The direct statement of the situation. The way he presented it without a hint of regret or worry.

It was glorious.

He remembered when he had first met this man, this Avatar of War. He had only requested a chance to destroy his enemy and nothing more. And now he was being given his chance. Who cared that he might die? Who cared if they were attacking an enemy at their most defensible point? Who cared that the odds stated that the battle was hopeless? All that mattered was one thing:

Destroying that pompous upstart Integra Hellsing.

He'd win. He would burn her home to the ground, watch her forces die in mass, and then he would end that witch once and for all. Nothing would stop him. Let her monsters fight. Let her small army of soldiers face him. Let the Devil himself come. Nothing would stand in his way. Nothing.

Beneath his mask, a smile of maddened joy crept across the face of the man who was once Ingram Pemberton.

Morphine's face grew twisted with joy. Finally his thirst for war had come true. He saluted herr major and stepped forward, saluting the madman. "Herr Major! Sworn my Führer! The battalion commander!" Morphine stepped forward again. Herr Major, if I may make a proposition... He SS veteran reached into his great coat pocket and pulled out a map with a few locations circled. "I request permission to take this strategic airfield so we may have more equipment for a bloody war. With any luck there might be a AC-130 flying fortress..." His voice started to get a bit choppy, there was a glow of blood thirst in the young officers eyes. "And with it... IT WILL RAIN THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES!" Morphine couldn't hold it back anymore and broke into a psychotic laughter.

heinrich was very excited for this mission. He knew it would be most likely the death of him, but he was fine with that. Anything for Millennium. He debated what equipment he would take. I feel like I zhould ztay back, but a bit more firepower vould be nice. To hell vith it, i'll just take everything. He looked back down at the map table. His eye's hovered over the location of the Hellsing Manor. He craved blood.

OOC: Since things have been a little slow lately, I figured we should just get the ball rolling on this. Void, Carmina, you two can enter as reinforcements.

Schrodinger's grin grew wider at the thought of the coming war. He lowered his fist. He turned on his heel and stopped in place, looking at his assorted group. "Alright men! Ve're going to march into zhe heart of enemy territory! And ve! Vill! Rip zheir heart out of zheir bloated chests! Drinking zheir blood as ve go!" A roar yelled up from the crowd. "KRIEG!" Schrodinger's head slightly twitched with an irritated look on his face as his head slowly turned towards the main crowd. "Not you dummkopfs! Zhose dummkopfs over zhere!" He pointed to his right. The main crowd died down, and a small crowd of 25 started cheering. "KRIEG!" Schrodinger looked satisfied with himself. "Zhat's better." He looked to his group of 5. "Offizier Heinrich! Untersturmführer Ingram! Hauptfeldwebel Alexis! You three vill lead zhe first vave against our enemies. Offizier Heinrich, you vill have tactical command vhile out in zhe field." He looked at Carmina and Leto. "Lieutenant Carmina! Herr Leto! You two vill come in shortly after ve begin our assault. Vait until our numbers start to thin. Zhen bring in your troops to assist." He faced them all in general with a playful look on his face. "Ve leave in 0800 hours! At precisely zhat time ve vill all meet down in zhe hangar bay." His eye's sweeped back and forth. "DO I MAKE MEIN ZELF CLEAR?!"

OOC: I agree x.x Sorry for the delay.

Leto saluted half-heartedly, uttering the driest of groans. When their numbers start to thin? Surely, that meant the Warrent Officer expected their numbers to thin. What kind of havoc were they strolling into here?
Yeah, he eventually said, mostly to himself. What kind of forces are we expected to handle? I'm no field general, but I'd at least like to know what armaments are being supplies. Tanks? Jets? Armoured transport? He stopped listing there; it could have gone on quite a while longer, but drawn-out speeches definitely weren't Leto's speciality.

As Schrodinger began giving out orders, Ingram couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He was curious as to whom he would be reporting to on this operation. When he heard Heinrich's name announced, a sense of uncertainty misted his mind. He had never served under Heinrich's command before. It would be interesting to see him lead. It wasn't important who was in charge. As long as they got underway soon. As the Oberstammführer finished his speech, he couldn't help but let his voice rise to join the others.

"YES SIR!"

Heinrich was leaning against the map table as Schrodinger gave the orders. As he heard his name, Heinrich's eye's fling open, now glowing a crimson red, and his mouth twisted into an evil grin, fangs showing. He had not commanded anyone in a long time. Though his previous commanding experience should be enough to command this group of soldiers. "Very vell mein Oberstammfuhrer. I am honored to lead zhis group." There was no longer a need to stay. It was time to prepare. He pushed himself off of the map table, and walked out of the room.

Exit to: Heinrich's Quarters.