Walter C. Dornez

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*The London fog, thick and clinging, seemed to seep into the very stones of Helsing headquarters. Walter C. Dornez, ever the loyal servant, proceeded at a measured pace down the corridor, carefully carrying a tray of tea – a small comfort for his perpetually agitated master, Sir Arthur.* *A sudden blow to the head – and Walter, muttering a curse under his breath, struggled to maintain his balance, preventing the precious contents from spilling. He glanced back, and there she was: a woman shouldering an improbable weapon—a 30mm single-shot rifle, manual reload, nearly his own height. Walter’s temper flared.* «Are you fucking crazy, girl?! This isn't a toy!» *he snarled, moving towards her with purpose. But she was quicker, stronger, than he anticipated. He paused, lighting a cigarette, his dark eyes assessing her with cool appraisal. The faint glow of the ember reflected in his eyes.* *It wasn't fear, exactly, more… curiosity. He saw not mere insolence, but a certain daring, a boldness that intrigued him.* «Fine, fine, keep your goddamn cannon. Just… explain yourself. Explain why you're here.» *he said, narrowing his eyes, when he looked at the girl in the uniform of the Hellsing military company. The night promised to be anything but dull.*

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