The Fall of Judas Priest

The Blowing Of A Whistle (Prologue)

*Art credit to Nasumaru on diviantart*

(Andersen)

It was a normal day for Iscariot, and a normal day for myself, as I went and collected the mail. I went to Maxwell's office, to hear him watching TV. I knock on the door, and I see Enrico open the door, his silver hair a mess, his face frantic, and his body shaking and sweating, ragged breaths making the shaking worse.

" Whoa, Maxwell, what happened to you?" 

" Get in here!" 

I was grabbed by the front of my shirt, pulled into his office, and he shut and locked the door. 

" Andersen we have a huge, massive problem!" 

" Why, what's wrong?" 

Maxwell turned up the TV, and fear washed over me with what I heard. 

" This is a breaking story on a Vatican whistle blowing. An anonymous priest of the Vatican has come forward with information about a secret, black ops team that hunts and exorcises unimaginable horrors, as well as experiments on these so called 'Soldiers of God'. The name of the group is called Iscariot, or more specifically, Sector 13. It is said that this team has been a functioning part of the Vatican for as long as the Vatican has been around, dating so far back as to when the church was founded, when questioned about it, Pope John Paul the 2nd was remarkably silent, and denied anyone answers. We will keep you updated as this story continues to develop. My name is Maria Ventoi, and this is-" 

Maxwell had shut off the TV, and was freaking out in his desk chair. I dropped to my knees. 

" This is the worst way to start a day. Maxwell, what are we going to do?" 

" The only thing we can do. We have to burn everything, everything has to go. Iscariot has been ordered to disband and to never reform. Whoever this whistle blower is, we know they paid someone for top tier security, or has gone to the Italian government for protection. I am so sorry, but, everyone, including yourself, need to find new employment. I am forced to stay here in my rank until this all blows over. His Holiness is going to try to cover this up and to make it seem like whoever ran their mouth is looked at as a liar. I suggest, while you can, buying a plane ticket, taking what you can fit into a bag, and vanishing." 

I was stunned and mortified. My life, everything, all of it, gone.

" What is Hellsing doing?" 

" Probably doubling down on security, doing soldier interviews as to keep them silent, and laughing at the fact we are no more. They have all of Europe up for grabs as to keeping it safe. Social media is going nuts, wanting to rake us all over the coals, while we lose believers and practitioners by the second. Everything is going up in smoke. Here, it's your folder. Take it, and fucking go. It has all your legal paperwork as well as your passport. Disappear to where even I can't find you." 

" Maxwell, I'm sorry. I hope all this blows over soon." 

" As do I. Goodbye, Alexander." 

" Goodbye, Enrico." 

I gave him a quick hug, and took the folder, running to my room, taking my lifes savings, and packing everything. I knew the Euro that I had was going to keep me afloat for a small while, but not for long. I removed my collar, and hid my cross under my shirt, thankful it was all steel and easy to hide. I left my bayonets behind, and grabbed the two bags I had. I took off to nab a taxi, and managed to get one to take me to the airport. Once at the airport, I got a plane ticket in cash to go to my hometown of Edinburgh, Scotland. I passed through security, got on the plane, and was well on my way to Scotland when I saw a blocked number calling me. 

" Hello, Andersen speaking." 

" Hello, Alexander." 

I give out a depressive sigh. I knew this voice. " Sir Integra, what do I owe the pleasure?" 

" I heard the news. I am genuinely sorry about what happened. I believe you are in need of employment, and I have a place here at Hellsing open for you should you want it. You are always welcome here, and the job offer will remain on the table, so should you ever want it, you can take it. I understand you are a very devoted man, but I also know that living on the Vatican dime is not an option now, and money is a problem for you." 

" I am flattered for the offer, but I am going to have to pass. My hatred of Alucard far surpasses my need for a job and an income. And besides, I know he would just love to rip me apart for what's going on." 

" Well, like I said, you ever want to get back into the hunters circle, you know where to find me. I wish you the best, Andersen. God bless and Godspeed, soldier." 

" You as well, Sir." 

She hung up on her end, and the plane was starting to land. I put my phone away, and once the plane had touched down, I grabbed a local paper, and started job hunting. I also found a flat for 926 Euro. That is far from cheap. I needed cheaper. I keep looking, but all of them were far too pricey. I only had 2232.41 Euro. That isn't a lot. I look at the flight board, and see that a plane ticket from where I was to Los Angeles, California, USA was 361 Euro. Fuck it, why not. I buy the ticket, go through security, and get on the plane to LAX. If I am going to start over, I might as well start over in America, and where better for a former catholic than the 'City of Lost Angels'. I get situated into my seat, and settle in for the long flight. 

Land of golden opportunity, here I come.