====>Infirmary
It had been anything but easy, slowly inching his way through the metallic maze that was the ventilation shaft system for the mansion. Though there were a number of close calls, the guard patrols seemed to be moving in the direction he had just come from. Obviously the bodies had been discovered which only meant he was on that much tighter of a schedule. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Almos spied the glow of a wall of security screens in a dark room. A guard sat at the station, diligently observing the footage and switching the main feed from time to time, searching for something or someone. "My aren't I popular?" Lorand thought to himself, slowly bending the metal grating of the vent cover. As the opening to the vent widened, the guard picked up the security phone. "This is Jenkins. No, no sign of him yet. The infirmary room camera's angle didn't cover the corner he ran to after he took them out but I'm sweeping the angles now so I'll have him sooner or later. Yea, I'll keep you updated." Private Jenkins said, ending the call.
This was the chance Almos needed. No other guards in the room, Jenkins was distracted. It had to be now. Gripping the edge of the vent grate, Lorand burst from the ventilation shaft with all the speed he could muster. Landing a few paces short of the guard, Almos hit the ground rolling and dove for Jenkins once more. The guard spun in his chair, caught unawares by the sudden, aggressive advance. He moved to scream but the speed of the vampire was too much and fangs sank into his windpipe before a proper warning could be shouted to other Hellsing staff. Opening the man's throat, Almos left him on the floor of the room and began inspecting the security terminals. "Let's see...newer model. Damn it" the Hundarian cursed silently. He was never much good with technology but at the very least he could recognize eject and power buttons. Punching the eject button, the tapes currently in use to record the security footage were ejected from the loading deck. Not wasting what little time he had, Almos removed them and crushed them beneath his heel into a small pile before setting the remains ablaze with a lighter so generously provided by Private Jenkins.
Without the footage, there should be no way for the cameras to record his escape but he had no way to be sure. Modern technology be damned. Besides, why allow this band of incompetent church goers to retain their vision when he could destroy it so easily? Calling upon the rough extent of his grasp of machinery, Almos turned the damn cameras off. "Now, what's the best way to get out of this damn place without getting ventilated by screaming slip shot mercenaries?"