event: break-in

[mayfield_mods]

[Anyone who drops by the dairy between the hours of three PM and five PM on Tuesday will find that the door's been unlocked. Even though the door's shut, there's a strange humming sound coming from inside the building.

Careful if you want to try to peek inside, though. You may not like what you find.]

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[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[Parked a little ways away from the entrance to the Dairy is a cop car, with good old Officer Major standing beside it. Really, he doesn't doubt there is much he can do to keep the more persistent people who want to get inside from getting inside.

But by God, if he can't still be an annoyance or waste time.]

[inthebones]

[Oh, look. Remember the last time they were in this exact situation.

Unfortunately, Susan is in no mood for fun and games this time around. Something may catch the Major's attention out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns, he will be confronted with rather boring scenery.

She would mess with him if she weren't above such petty nonsense. ...Oh, wait, no, there goes his hat. Must have been the wind. Susan heads inside the dairy, quite calm.]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[It could be said the Major has a knack for knowing when his rivals are around. A sixth sense, in a way, bordering on the supernatural. The man craved conflict, craved confronting others, and those he deemed as the most interesting of his targets were people he seemed to almost be able to hone in on. To lock on to, like a missile, propelling itself forward with the intent of destroying both the target and itself.

But it wasn't supernatural, not by any means, and he has no idea that Susan was herself there. Has no reason to believe that what knocks his hat from his head is anything more than a stray gust of wind that knocks his hat from his head.

He picks it up. And slowly, turns and looks at the Dairy entrance.

And grins.

A coincidence, to be sure.]

[mayfield_mods]

[It's unnaturally cold and dark in the dairy, but a loud humming is coming from the corner.]

[godcomplexed]

Here we are again, hm?

[The Doctor can't resist a quip.]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Indeed we are!

[The Major grins a bit, still sitting on the hood of the car.]

Fancy a new limp, Doctor?

[godcomplexed]

Not feeling particularly nostalgic myself.

Though, this time, things might go a bit differently. No Grady power to back you up, I'm afraid. Ball's no longer in your court as they might say.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

No I suppose it isn't.

I think that would just make things more interesting, to be honest.

[godcomplexed]

Yes, interesting. You know, you have a really poor understanding of the word. It's really rather sad.

[prideinbattle]

[Hiling remembers him from the meeting and approaches, curiously looking around.] Is somebody getting arrested?

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Quite possibly!

It is an officer's duty to uphold the law.

And it seems like there might be those busy trying to break the law today, does it not?

[prideinbattle]

Well I'm not breaking the law!

[She would like to see someone else try though, just to see how things are done around here.]

Can I watch?

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The major smirks a bit.]

I don't see why not!

[prideinbattle]

It's about time something happened. I was starting to wonder.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[He chuckles a little, softly.]

Oh.

I expect this is just the beginning of a very big thing.

[prideinbattle]

I hope so. I'll be ready this time.

[She peers at the dairy, wondering what it had to do with what's going on.]

[sir_hellsing]

[The scent of sweet tobacco is in the air, a warm, pleasant contrast with the cool wintery breeze.]

I should have known I might find you here.

[Don't look now, there's a 9mm aimed for your head, Major. Intrigue had brought Integra around to the dairy, but it wasn't a lack of bravery that kept her from investigating further- with even half the town intending to take a look, she was not at all eager to wind up crushed should something go awry.

Now, it seems, she has something greater to deal with.]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major's smile widens to a dangerous point, as if the sides would grow so large they would split his face. Slowly, his hand starts to move towards his own gun.]

Ah, you know me too well Integra! Indeed, indeed I was hoping you might come and watch with me.

[His eyes narrow a little bit, his face a pantomime of cruel, schoolboy pleasure.]

You never did answer on the phone.

Enjoying the cigars?

[sir_hellsing]

[Only a novice would miss that sly motion of his hand. Sir Hellsing releases a breath of soft, sweetly swirling white out of the side of her mouth.]

It would be a shame to waste them. How long did you keep the ruse going? Since I was a child?

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[He grips the handle of the gun, but doesn't draw yet.]

My, how long indeed!

I suppose it may be something you never get an answer too! A pity, but that is life!

[sir_hellsing]

Yes. What a pity.

[Her index finger, gloved in charcoal grey to match her coat, squeezes off the trigger.]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[The Major moves, but just enough so that the bullet hits his shoulder instead of his head. He laughs as he finally draws his gun and fires, the shot as haphazard and pathetic as it always is.

It doesn't matter. It's been so long since their last duel. He's missed it.]

[sir_hellsing]

[Biting down on her cigar, Integra sidesteps as she continues to fire, intent on keeping her grouping tight and her aim for his center of mass while she makes a move for cover.

One might argue the most important battle of the day lies between the townspeople and whatever forces they might encounter in the dairy, but this moment, right now, is a battle between giants.]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

[At the end of everything, the Major neither knows, nor cares, about the legitimacy of what may or may not be in the Dairy. Even if it could affect him, his ability to possess concern over the matter is small. It serves, if anything, just as a point of amusement to watch the other townsfolk scatter around. If it's real...hell, perhaps he could make it a center point for starting a battle with the people here.

But at the moment, that's gone. At the moment, all there is is himself, and Integra and gunfire. And that's all he needs, as he stares down his archnemesis from home, caught in another fight perhaps not as important as their duel in England, but a matter of entertainment - no, of satisfaction, none the less.

The Major jerks a bit as one of the shots hits his chest, the bullet creating the sound of metal scraping against metal as it hits. It forces him back for a moment, but not enough to really be a killing blow.

He smiles, walking forward slowly, although awkwardly from the damage that was done, as he continues to fire.]

[sir_hellsing]

[Shots echo off storefronts and the Dairy's façade, its boarded up windows like eyes closed to the fray. Glass cracks where bullets hit in the windshields around Integra, spiderwebbing outward, and metal dings and sparks when it hits metal.

When she faced the Major before, Integra let herself be drawn in, fueled by outrage, by anger. It cost her an eye then. This time as he advances Sir Hellsing retreats, scurrying behind the fender of the Great family car while she patiently reloads, exchanging an empty magazine for a fresh one.]

Your aim hasn't much improved, Major!

[She calls out, watching his reflection in the chrome bumper. He hasn't been that far off the mark, either- there are bullet holes in the flowing skirt of her ulster.]