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Adaezal didn't need to be told what the girls were here for to make an educated guess. People trafficking was still ripe in the East and parts of Europe, girls with no money, no family, no home, and others that were simply taken, kidnapped and sold into slavery of the worst kind. He didn't bother trying to call the police, no doubt if this place was as well set up as it appeared, the cops were either paid off or intimidated into inaction, either way it didn't matter. These girls were gone. They had nowhere else to go, no other way to live and stay alive, simply freeing them would do little good.
"God has abandoned us, and left the world to its sin." He muttered under his breath s he walked down the warehouse past the cages that lined every wall. There had been few guards, not really needed when the product was caged and unlikely to be stolen by another gang. No doubt someone would come by every couple days and replace their food, water and latrines, but aside from that, the girls were little cared for.
He wished he could do more for them.
The few guards he had passed were dead, no signs of the supernatural among them, but he was sure he would run into them somewhere, a Hellsing girl kidnapped by average thugs? Unlikely. Vampires were prolific amongst this trade, eager for the easy cheap meat that would not be missed by family or friends, and money was also abundant in the business.
He came across another guard, the man didn't have time to raise his gun before a silenced pistol shot dropped him to the floor with a soft thump. The girls in the cages nearby said nothing, some not even registering his presence so deeply were they traumatised, they didn't think he was rescuing them, they knew he wasn't, he was simply another gang, another mafia, just trafficking them somewhere else. Trying to convince them otherwise would be pointless and time wasting, he had a job to do.
He arrived at what appeared to be an office, its small square structure standing above the hight of the cages on tall steel stilts, looking out over the warehouse through small dirty windows.
The simple fact an alarm hadn't been raised meant they hadn't spotted him yet. Good. This would be easier without the constant interference of gang members.
He silently ascended the stairs, his pistol up and raised, the door to the small office was ajar, soft Japanese music wafting out alongside the overwhelming smell of fish, sushi, he guessed. He peered through the gap, a man sat in a swivel chair at a desk that looked through the window over the cages beyond. He was fat, his sweaty rolls dampening his too tight shirt despite the small desk fan that blew across his receding hairline, he sat in silence, sheaving through papers and jotting things down by pen. The silenced pistol shot to the back of the skull dropped him instantly, blood splattering across the far window, he eased the door open and entered the office. It was messy, and dirty, various file cabinets dotting the walls. To his left, a girl hung chained to a wall, her head was bowed, cascading her dirty, blonde hair down in a golden cascade. Her wrists were bruised where the handcuffs had pressed against her, there was blood on the floor beneath her and on her naked legs. Adaezal approached her, crouching before her and lifting her chin so he could see her face. It was battered and bloody, both eyes blackened, the left one so much that it had swollen shut, her lips were split and bruised, her nose broken and bleeding. Now her long hair was out of the way, Adaezal could see her chest and abdomen. Both were severely bruised, he guessed she had several broken ribs and judging by the firmness of her stomach, massive internal bleeding. He doubted she would last an hour.
She whined softly in his grasp, and her better eye opened a fraction to see him.
"Who... are you?" The girl mumbled, barely holding on to conciousness.
"My name is Brother Adaezal, I am a priest." He replied softly, supporting her head so she didn't have to.
"My name is Sveltana..." She said softly, her accent clearly Russian, "Adaezal... Am I dying?" She asked dimly, her eye fluttering shut as she focussed on trying to stay awake.
"Yes Sveltana, I am sorry." He replied quietly.
"I am going to... to hell father..." She moaned weakly, " I have... Done so many bad things..."
Adaezal paused, who was he to deny this poor soul peace.
"God loves all his children Sveltana," He said, pulling his cross out of his shirt, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, I bless you my child, and absolve you of your sins in the eyes of god."
She said nothing in response to this, tears welling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks in small rivers.
"Thank you..." She whispered.
"Go with the grace of god." Adaezal said, before standing and shooting her in the head.
She slumped with a undignified thud, blood trickling down to the floor.
"Forgive me." He whispered to the silence, before walking over to the desk and rummaging through the papers. It didnt take him long to find what he needed. Shipment plans and 'stock' reports, he scanned the documents, looking for the correct date. He found it finally and with a final look at Sveltana, he left the office making his way down the stairs, heading off to where the ltest shipment of girls had been placed in the warehouse. He arrived and was gravely disappointed, the cage that was meant to have held the Hellsing girl, was not just empty, but gone.
"Dammit." He said, lifting the papers again and scanning the shipping manifests, there, on the latest manifest, dated the day before, she had been placed on the cargo ship Rosuto Josei. The ship had left harbour today.
"Dammit!" he cursed again, sprinting off towards the exit, catching the girl on the mainland would have been easy, getting onto that ship, would be a whole other matter.