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Finding the holding cells wasn't difficult, it wasn't like they needed to hide them in a place like this, and the obvious signs of mass movement and heavy lifting machinery made the route to the pens obvious. He had her picture in his pocket, not that he needed it, he had already memorised her features, the picture was so if he ran into an interrogation, speaking Korean would not be necessary. He rounded a corner at a sprint and was confronted by two guards outside a set of large steel doors, they raised their guns and shouted something Kize didn't understand but failed to take a shot as his silenced pistol flashed with twin muted cracks. The guards collapsed against the door and Kize continued to it and listened, ear to the metal, waiting for the sound of movement and the click of cocked weapons. His pistol was quiet but could be heard through a door, and the cries let out by the guards and the twin clangs of their bodies hitting the steel would have alerted anyone in the near vicinity to trouble. He heard quiet shuffling and hushed, mutterings, but they for the most part sounded female, probably the 'shipment'. He cranked open the deadlock and opened the sliding door, causing on of the two corpses to collapse back into the room. It was dark inside, and it stank, of sweat, urine, faeces and fear. The girls shrank back at the light, crying out and whimpering at what they could only hope at this point to be merciful death. He raised a flash-light he had pilfered from the dead watchman and scanned the faces in the holding cell. They were of asian descent mostly, grubby, pale, malnourished and terrified. A few faces stuck out, a couple of dark skinned girls and some girls who were either eastern European or Russian, but not one of them was the girl her was looking for.
They hadn't moved her again, surely not, they couldn't have moved her so quickly it wasn't possible.
One of the girls near the front of the terrified huddle clutched something to her chest. The girls would not be allowed to own possessions while being trafficked, it must have been something she picked up while she was here.
"It wouldnt be the first time she left something behind." Kize pondered, and moved towards the girl, she cried out along with all those near her and frantically tried to push back into the crowd that could not be pushed any further back in the crowded cell.
"Hey, easy, easy!" He tried to say over the din, but they either didn't understand what he was saying or didn't care, and he was losing his window of opportunity. He decided to resort to a more basic form of communication.
"Shhhh! Shhhhhh!" he stage whispered, finger to his mouth in the universal sign of quiet, the girls seemed to quieten at this point, but seemed no more interested in co-operating.
He holstered his pistol, deciding it was not helping matters, and this action seemed to do nothing but utterly confuse the girls, who looked at him with equal measures of suspicion and confusion. He pulled the picture of the Hellsing girl from his pocket and held it out, shining his torch onto the slightly crinkled photo. He scanned the picture around the crowd before pointing at the girls, then to his eyes, and finally to the picture, then repeated it, trying to convey who he was looking for without speaking.
He looked directly at the girl holding the hidden item to her chest, and nodded to her.
She hesitantly stepped forward, eyes glancing to the dead guard in the hallway, then to the picture and back to him. He placed the picture and the torch in one hand and held out the other in an open palm. She tentatively reached out and placed a small item in his hand, its surface warm from the girls tight palm. He brought back the item to the torchlight and examined it. It was the same button he hand found at the storage hanger in Japan. She was here.
He looked back up at the girl who had given him the button and pointed frantically to the watch on his hand, she looked confused for a few moments before realising what he was asking, she thouhgt for a second before raising an open hand with five fingers held up. If it was minutes, he could make it, if it was hours, she could be anywhere by now.
He held out the hand with the watch and presicely pointed to the hours and minutes hands, praying she understood, he held out his palm in the same way she had and then pointed to the two hands and shrugged.
She reached out and pointed to the minute hand.
He nodded to her and returned to the door, picked up the two assault rifles and the batons at their waists and returned to the girls, passing one of the guns to the girl who had helped him and placed the rest on the floor. he drew his gun and used the butt to scrape a rudimently picture of a boat onto the floor, he looked at them to make sure thye understood and then crossed it out, shaking his head. He pointed back to the boats and then put his hands together, expanding them while making a stereotypical sound of an explosion. He retrieved his cell phone, still functional thanks to waterproofing and brought up a number and passing it to her, indicating that she should call. He then turned and walked out, leaving the girls to decide their fate, he had helped them as much as he could. Now he had to find the Hellsing girl and get out before it was too late. He printed back along the corridor and turned deeper into the facility, He hadnt seen anyone on the way in so she could only be in here.
He hoped he wouldn't find what he did but when he saw it was the only place she could be. A set of large, sealed double doors, made of wood, not metal, were set into the stone of the wall. The doors were little used, probably only employed by a select few who understood, or at least suspected, what manner of creature it was that lurked within. He approached the door warily, his quarry was impossibly quick and powerful, even trained as he was, fighting a Vampire on its own territory was a almost suicidal task, one he would probably only be able to succeed at with the element of surprise.
He then lost that element.
A shout went up in Korean from a steel walkway above and within moments Kize had to dive behind cover as bullets peppered the area with a deafeningly loud braka-braka-braka-braka.
Kize could hear cries as men were alerted by the sound so gunfire and began mobilising and searching for the source of the noise.
He had to get the girl now, he couldnt fight an army of henchmen and their master.
Kize ducked out of cover a a trio of shots from his pistol brought the gunman on the walkway down, toppling him over the guardrail and hitting the concrete ground with a wet thump.
Kize hurriedly moved to the door, counted to three, and then pushed them in. The light from the station flooded into the dark chamber illuminating the creature within. Its appearance was vaguely human, but a number of discrepancies that to a informed man, easily identified what it really was. Its skin seemed dry, like parchment, pale and sickly in appearance, it had not fed likely in days, and had resulted in its withered appearance. Despite its thin and frail physique, it could easily overpower a dozen men and had speed that defied physics. It was hunched over the limp Hellsing girl and it turned to the door as it opened, snarling at the fact it had been interrupted just before its meal.
Kize didn't give it the time to complain.
The remaining three bullets in his clip discharged without hesitation, each one slamming into the creatures back, unleashing a howl of pain and rage as he beast fell back into the cavern, flung by the force of the shots. Normal bullets did little but annoy a full blood vampire but Kize had a secret weapon on his side. Runes.
first employed (incorrectly) by the Vikings and Slavic nations to ward against evil spirits and imbue certain items with attributes, in the modern era, their technique had been expanded upon and perfected by secret organisations. small runes of light and force carved into the bullets allowed them to cause serious harm and damage to vampires. However, he would need more than three bullets to kill it, and he was out of them. the ones he had fired would not keep the beast distracted for long.
He grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her to her feet, saying only one word before dragging he rout the door.
"Run!"