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The situation she was in took her 'acting' skills to new levels thanks to the sorrow in her heart that throbbed in her throat, Donnalee begged some sort of miracle that her mother survived that attack, or at least wasn't there.

Inwardly scolding herself she realized things took a serious twist, so much for her idea of drifting, and being so used to driving a motorcycle she had some difficulty with the large black Bronco.

But all's well still, Thompson next to her chatted about girls, the crap salary and what Hellsing planned with the two wolves in the van, Donnalee listened and responded intentively constantly gathering information about Hellsing, Thompson himself and the one she mimicked.

This human pissed her off though, he went about as if what happened was all in a day's work, he didn't even take into consideration that they just killed people, maybe people with special abilities but still, there were fathers and mothers among them.