Alisa's Room/Workshop

<------------- Interrogation

Alisa entered her room and sighed. She could still feel the blood of that spy on her skin but strangely it only made her body shiver. Closing her eyes she walked over to her workbench and grabbed a M16A2 off the overhead rack placing it on the top of the workbench. She stared at the firearm for a few moments and sighed brushing her fingers through her scarlet locks. "I can't work like this..." Alisa muttered before abandoning her project to go sit on her cot. She sat for a few moments but growled as she found herself with the urge to move.

She moved over to her dresser and rifled through it finding her sports bra and her exercise shorts. She slipped out of her blood stained clothing and slipped into her work out clothes. She needed some way to burn this excess energy and she couldn't think of any better way than to throw herself into the gym. There was one other way but she'd prefer to save that for more dire situations. Moving out into the hall she locked her door and headed to the gym that had been installed to help keep the men in top shape. None of the Geese really used it except for her and a few others and at this time with all the chaos going on she was sure it would likely be empty.

Gym--------->

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Alisa quickly moved into her room with Sofia's jacket around her shoulders. She hadn't thought to actually slip her arms through and instead wore it like some sort of cloak. Her mind was moving at 100 miles an hour trying process what had happened inside of the Gym. One moment she had been sparring with her new shooting partner the next they were engaged in the steamiest lip lock she'd ever been in. She'd only kissed a few boys in her life when she was a teenager and none of those were even the least bit significant to her. It was all just teenage hormones at work but this recent encounter with Sofia was anything but insignificant.

She paced about the room the jacket still draped over her shoulders. It took her nearly 20 minutes to compose herself. Slipping the jacket off and placing it on her cot she moved over to a large ammo crate that Alisa had converted into her dresser and slipped on a new shirt. Her sports bra was cut and was only being held together by a few threads. Sighing she ripped the garment off and bent over the crate picking out one of her black tank tops and slipping it on over her head. She couldn't believe how things had escalated so quickly. She didn't regret a moment of what had occurred but she couldn't help but wonder what all this would mean. The Geese had seen the entire exchange but somehow she couldn't bring herself to give a damn what the Geese had seen in that gym. Her mind was too occupied with wondering where it would lead in the end.

Enter from the Armory
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Stepping down the hall with a large sack thrown over her shoulder, she made her way toward Alisa's room with hope she'd be there. She had gotten what she needed from the armory, but planting all of it by herself would take several hours given the size of the manor's hallways and she needed to cut back that time with a bit of help, especially considering she still needed to secure the second floor and try to put a few people with IQ points higher than a rock to guard the front gate and give them explicit instructions not to let anyone through - government or not - unless they had invitations from Integra herself. And if they didn't, put a gun to the window and force them to leave. That seemed like the only way to make this place live up to it being a secured compound.

Adjusting the sack she had over her shoulder, Sofia sighed at the current situation as she arrived at Alisa's door. To be honest, she wasn't in the least bit phased by what transpired in the gym and she had no reason to be, she had pretty much gotten her answer both during and near the end of it all. Stopping infront of the door, Sofia tapped on it lightly with her middle knuckle to announce herself.

"Alisa, its me. I need your help with something."

Alisa glanced toward the door she'd occupied herself with trying to piece together a new firearm using parts from an broken Browning HP handgun. The gun had been in the possession of a British Army regular who'd gotten bitten after a wild night with some vampire whore. The poor man went on a blood rage killing across Manchester until he'd been put down by Alisa and a few of the Geese. The gun he'd been carrying had been caught in the blast from one of the Geese's grenades. She placed the broken firearm onto her work bench before approaching her door. Her MK23 remained in it's holster this time she recognized the voice and approached it undoing the locks and opening it.

Sofia was standing outside in the hall with a sack of equipment slung over her shoulder. "Um sure Sofia...What do you need?" Alisa asked opening the door all the way. She blushed a bit remembering the feel of Sofia's lips upon her own. Deep inside she longed for that feeling again but chose to remain straight faced. But deep inside she literally wanted to just mash her lips against Sofia's.

She closed her eyes trying to clear those thoughts from her mind before listening to see what Sofia wanted.

Sofia wasn't looking forward to traversing the crawlspaces to set the c4 under the floor, but really its the only thing she had for the first floor that wouldn't drain the budget dry. Another thing she now missed about Mossad; their budget wasn't so limited as the "Royal Protestant Knights.'" If Hellsings budget wasn't so cut back she'd already have this place turned into a fortress that God himself would have trouble cracking open. Then again, her belief in such a thing was rather sketchy, but the metaphor got the point across. Regardless, she'd work with what she had and would make it as efficient as possible.

Her freehand found itself placed on her hip as the door opened, a smirk coming across her lips at Alisa's choice of words. She needed a lot of things, but she'd only get a few of them, and she was having trouble weighing the importance of the need and the want. Suppressing the urge to make good on what she told the redhead in the gym, Sofia pointed with her thumb over her shoulder as she spoke.

"I need help laying c4 under the floorboards of every hallway on the first floor. You've been volunteered to come into the crawlspace with me. And you can keep my jacket until we're done."

Alisa felt a twinge of disappointment as Sofia mentioned needing help placing explosives beneath the floorboards of the mansion. She fought the desire to ask for something else entirely she was even fighting the desire to grab Sofia and drag her into the room and lock the door. Had she been thinking normally she may of questioned why exactly Sofia planned to turn the entire mansion into a huge explosive chain reaction. But those questions and statements remained unsaid as she nodded refusing to give in to her curiosity or desires.

"Sure I can help with that." Alisa said nodding with a slight smile on her face. "Where do we start?" Alisa asked.

She expected to be asked why they would be laying several dozen c4 blocks under the hallways, but she figured it was either obvious or it would save time not having to explain; if anything she could do it while they were setting them and kill two birds with one stone. Then again, planting c4 under the floor might be a bit overkill for keeping unwanted guests outside, but either way it was going to happen. People were getting inside way too easily lately and the majority of the staff were humans, which was a drastic disadvantage compared to what they were up against.

We're going to start with the main hallways and then work into the offshoots.

She glanced down the hall to her right she caught sight of a few Hellsing guards making their rounds, but it was also the direction of the crawlspace they'd be using to get under the floors. Biting her lower lip for a moment, Sofia reached out and grabbed Alisa by the collar of her shirt to gently pull her down, placing their heads beside one another so as to position her lips near the redheads ear. If you hurry, I'll keep my word about what I said in the gym, Ra‘yāh... She ended the whisper with a warm breath against Alisa's ear before pulling away, using her finger to beckon the redhead into the hall with her before she began to move down the hallway.

Exit --> Hellsing Crawlspaces. (I'll make a new topic for it when I get the muse.)

Alisa's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened as Sofia pulled her close and spoke the words that reached her ears. She quickly entered the hall after Sofia her pace more than just a steady walk. The promise of continuing their earlier encounter was more than enough to get her to follow the young Israeli woman. Time would tell however if crawling beneath the floors of the mansion would be worth it in the end. Thinking for a moment the German woman shook her head "Of course it will be..." Alisa muttered as she followed Sofia down the hall.

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