<div class="floatleft">(http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt122/DeviantMunster/GoenikoSexy-1.jpg?t=1282141295)</div>Pain. A faint groan. The flicker of an eyelid and then light. It was morning, the burning sun bright and irritating to the still half-asleep girl, rays of light flowing in through the small window sill. She shifted a little in the seat she'd sat on for hours upon end, still snuggled up against the plain, dark green pillow she'd been provided. With a muttered sound her gloved hand darted out, angrily tugging down on the small ledge to finally shut out the light, the cool shade upon the lids of her eyes drawing out pleased sigh from her. Yet as she slowly began to drift back to sleep, the small ding of the speaker and monotonous voice that rang out from it effectively ruining the hope to go back to bed. With a less satisfied sigh she slowly sat up, her bleary-eyed stare running along some of the bags littered about her feet before she looked up at the other jet-lagged passengers. It wasn't long before she opened the small plastic curtain back up, her wincing gems gazing down at the city they were flying over.<br/><br/>London. Seat of the kingdom called Britannia. Of course, she much preferred to call it the 'Soon-to-be-51st-State' in her American pride, though that was clearly not something she'd joke about here. The Iscariot agent had been stationed in Romania, dealing with some pesky vampires;no, she'd not been anywhere near Transylvania in her stay over seas. Yet just her luck to find herself suddenly being transferred not only to London, but being ordered to meet with the new leader of that troublemaking organization named Hellsing. She couldn't help but released another faint sigh as she relaxed in her chair, her chest clenching at the trouble that was no doubt coming her way. Not to mention her mother was probably worried sick over these 'school-trips;' father really needed to think up a better cover story.<br/><br/>Veronica Lancaster was, surprisingly, very much alone. No other members had come with her, not at the moment at least. She wasn't even in one of the Vatican's private jets, though she<em>did</em>get to fly first class while having an entire little section to herself. She'd planned the international trip though, making sure she'd arrive in the morning. However interested she was in meeting the fabled Seras and Alucard, there was no way in Hell she was going to enter the Hellsing mansion at night.<br/><br/>As she began to wake further, those blue eyes darted down to glance over her own attire, trying to see if she'd accidentally wrinkled her outfit. Of course, the very first thing that greeted her eyes were those two large, firm lumps pushing against her shirt, a faint blush forming at the sight while drawing out a mental curse in her own head. The prototype technology created to make her into a Regenerator had done marvelous things, actually managing to heal flesh that she'd damaged before becoming one, while seeming to actually help with her overall appearance. The unfortunate side-effect was the two 'assets' she was gazing at. Her father had laughed -<em>laughed</em>- when she came crying to him about the changes, how her chest hurt and had grown. She still could feel that boiling anger at how he'd reacted to her plight.<br/><br/>With a quick shake of her head Veronica began to get ready, quickly pulling the headphones out of her ears before stuffing books and electronics back into one of her cases as the airplane slowly began to descend. Her gear was stored with everyone else's, yet she had special documentation that would allow her to pass through the security checkpoints without any trouble. As the plane finally made it's rickety landing, she soon would go about stretching her legs, gathering her things, and preparing a Taxi for a trip to her Hotel, then a quick one to the Hellsing mansion.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The sun still remained high in the sky, a faint breeze causing her loose golden strands to tickle her face as she stood at the front gate that was the mansion. Her gaze quickly fell on the two guards stationed there, cold and brooking no nonsense as she spoke bluntly and clearly. "I am Veronica Lancaster of the Iscariot organization. I have a meeting with Hope Victor."