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Who: Hellsing Matriarchy.
What: Independent reports have begun to confirm the information "given" to Solomon Koenig before his disappearance; the matriarchy must now decide what to do with it.
Where: Nuala's sitting room, Hell House.
When: This evening.
Warnings: Ruthless tactical discussion; mentions of torture, execution.
The fire burning low in the grate is still warm, a soft glow contributing to the lamplight of Nuala's sitting room; she sits not far from it, her sewing in her lap, resting over the storybook she'd read to Sidda before sending her to bed with the nurse. Something is going to have to be arranged for the child, soon, but Hellsing has had other concerns that don't wait for the princess's health-- all of them neatly outlined in plain, clinical terms in the array of files set out on the table beside her, a quietly brutal incongruity in an otherwise domestic scene.
They've been watching the farmlands, tracking the Chimer house; confirming as much as they can of the information Solomon wrung out of his guest to indicate how seriously they need to take the rest. The answer is a great deal, and her needle glints firelight when she sets it down to look up at Integra on the other side of the room.
"How much of a choice do we have?"