20Ashworth and some of his Ghouls stood in front of two metal doors, behind those doors was there target, the Iron Man armors. Yet given the fact the power was out, getting in wouldn't be as easy as they had expected. Looking at the door, the scientist could already conclude entering through the walls would be impossible, as the room was most likely a safe like structure.
It wasn't all bad, they had encountered little to no resistance, which meant by now most of the building was littered with Ghouls. The familiar wet sound of a body being blown to pieces echoed through the hallways, both he and his army turned to the source of the sound. Stark, Widow and Integra walked around the corner, the armored Avenger took point as the women reloaded their weapons.
"I'm sick of these goddammed Ghouls, on my goddammed building!" Stark roared
"You sure that was what you wanted to say?" Widow remarked
"Yeah."
The HYDRA scientist push his way through the crowd of Ghouls, he knew these people well enough to know they wouldn't kill him on the stop, at least the Avengers wouldn't. He raised his hands up as if he was giving up, a mocking smirk decorated his face as he finally stood before them.
"So you're the guy behind this?" Stark asked
"Certainly not. As you can see, the forces presented here are beyond my power." the man replied, in a humble manner
"There is no escape from this. Your fate is set, the only thing you can do is delay it." Integra spoke out, his expression twisted even more
"Sir Integra…" a shot made his way towards him, from the woman's gun yet his reflexes were rather impressive as he pulled a Ghoul in front of him
"Fast old man." Stark remarked
"As I would expect from you, Sir Integra. Maybe you should refrain from killing me before you know what my plan is."
Integra didn't reply, she simply took in another drag from her cigar. The Ghouls that were behind the man, began to slowly move forward forming a wall in front of him.
"Our purpose is rather simple. Hold you back, by whatever mean necessary, so what better way to do it, then placing your attention on something else. By which I mean 5 bombs, placed on 5 different Ghouls in 5 different places in this tower." They couldn't see his expression but he seemed to be almost laughing
"How do we know you are telling the truth?" Widow asked
"You don't. That's the point."
The cigar dropped to the floor, its user stepped over it as she broke away from her group towards the Ghouls. She threw her pistol into her left hand and with her now free right removed a saber from its resting place on her left.
"You two know this building better than I do. Go and find those bombs, I'll keep them busy."
"You can't be serious! You'll be killed!" Widow pleaded
"There is only ten of them, they are unarmed. Shouldn't take long." Integra pointed out
"Do as you see fit. Is there something we should do in case you end up dead?" Stark asked, with a strangely serious tone
Integra didn't reply, she hadn't really considered that. If she died, who would know, who would take over her work. She was the last of her family, no brothers, sisters or children, if she died there so would her family. The sorrows of the past began to come back, her hold on her weapon began to falter. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, his question was valid and so were her thoughts, but so was the fact that this was her job. Her oath to protect Queen and country, and her mission to finally put an end to this war.
"There is nothing to be done." she replied calmly
"I'll see you after this is over, then." Stark said, turning his back and walking away
"I'm staying. I can't let you have all the fun." Widow said in a playful manner, taking a stance next to Integra
"You heard them gentlemen. Attack."
Steve threw a left, followed by a right, then a left, his opponent easily dodged these blows. It had been a while since he had felt this out of breath, or he had to put so much effort into making contact with his foe. The vampire, lifted his right hand blocking the Avenger's incoming fist and went to bite his face off.
Acting quickly Cap placed his shield in front of the incoming maw, resulting in Fortner biting into the top half of the shield. Much like an animal would do, he tried to rip it away from Steve's grip, using his free hand he grabbed the gun that was strapped to his holster. The creature was too busy trying to take the shield away, to notice when Cap aimed it at his liver and proceeded to empty the clip into him.
Fortner let out an inhumane cry, staggering backwards his hands going to his injured side, his breath became irregular. Steve looked down at the weapon, those bullets Hellsing had provided worked after all, throwing it away he charged at the weakened soldier. Throwing his shield, he managed to land a clean hit on Fortner sending him staggering back.
He went for a tackle, but at the last moment he got a kick to his chest throwing him back into the bar. Fortner, composed his posture looking down the bullets began to drop from their entry holes. His expression shifted into a grin, followed by a maniacal laugh.
"We heard much about you, Captain. Never would I imagine that, the men we were told to look out for, was capable of such cowardly acts." he hissed jumping at him
Rolling out of the way at the last moment, Steve avoided a deadly blow to his head, getting back to his feet he ran into the center of the room, trying to get some distance between them. His attacker slowly made his way towards him, his hands already clenched and his mouth full of daggers, looking around Cap saw the fallen assault rifle. Throwing his shield once more, he used it as a distraction and ran towards the weapon, like he expected the vampire caught it, placing himself on one knee he opened fire.
Fortner took several hits, before he decided to know what to do with him, throwing it back at its owner hitting the Avenger in the chest. As Cap tried to recover from the hit, the vampire closed the distance between them and kicked him into a wall. It was at that moment that the head of a Ghoul came flying in his direction, lifting his right hand he caught it, smashing it in his hand.
Turning towards the dark hallway, he saw two red eyes accompanied by black and orange flames. Fortner jumped back, so he was closer to the window, he made no effort to attack the woman as she entered the room, her hand stained with blood.
"I was wondering when you would show up, Fräulein." he hissed
"Had you not taken steps in order to hide from me, I would had gotten here sooner." she remarked, her gaze going to the hole in the wall
"Don't worry, he's still alive."
Fortner disappeared, quickly making his way towards her, his fists clenched at he threw a right hand. Much to his surprise she caught his hand with her right, giving him a serious, almost disgusted look, she threw him back. The Nazi managed to land on his feet as he ran back at her, this time she moved running back at them.
Their hand made contact in the middle, as they threw each other back from the impact, Seras didn't stop her attack there as her shadows lunged at him. Getting only a few small cuts in, Seras failed to kill her target, the ancient soldier threw himself at her.
Seras readied herself to block his attack, but in an instant, he was gone, only a second later did she pick him up, behind her. His hand rushed towards the back of her neck, her eyes widened when she knew that it was too late to dodge, his eyes widened when he was unable to attack.
Grabbing on to his hand was a third hand, wearing a brown leather glove, Fortner's feet went back to the ground as he looked at the arm. Soon what was an arm became the silhouette of a man, wearing a hat, eyepatch and smoking a cigarette.
"Who do you think you're touching, you Nazi pig?" the man snarled, with a French accent
Before Fortner could answer he felt his body being cut through, looking down the woman's shadow had gone into his gut and with one motion he was cut in half.
