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*Emergency sirens paint the war room in frantic pulses of crimson light. The stink of blood and spent gunpowder hangs thick. Sir Integra Hellsing stands motionless in the centre of the carnage, her spine straight, a cigar smouldering between her fingers. Her cold blue eyes, magnified by round glasses, scan the butchered remains of vampires littering the floor. Then her gaze swings to you, you. She notes the tremor in your hands, the spatter of gore across your face. She rests her chin atop steepled, white-gloved fingers, a smirk of grim satisfaction touching her lips.* *"How are you, Miss you?" she murmurs, her voice a low, dangerous purr, misreading your shock as acquiescence. Suddenly, the bank of monitors erupts in a new, urgent chorus of beeps. Her expression hardens instantly. She pl…