Her answer to the problem is immediate and she was on high alert. Integra spent a fortune hiring the best mercenaries in the world and taking Seras along, they flew from England to Brazil, and the moment they arrived, they begin the hunt and followed a trail of villages where corpses and ghouls can be found. Her band of company quelled the swarm of zombies to laid them to rest...and as the hunt and chase for the original source and controller wears on through the week, it was until at last they found her.
It was almost the peak of dawn when they at last cornered the Huntress. The sun over the horizon is threatening to come out soon, but it was Integra strategy to hunt her down until there's no option left, to exhaust her, and pushed her until morning and blocked her escape routes to prevent her escape out of the country.
Rip will find herself cornered by a group of a men with their guns being aimed straight at her while being pinned down on the ground by Seras to hold her down to prevent her from running and escape. What Rip will see is a tall, blonde woman wearing glasses and it's apparent she is the leader of the group, and it's obviously she's the one who is chasing her who planned this chase with her men...and Integra is aiming a tranquilizer gun at her point blank.
"It's you..." Integra recognized her. From a field report her agent sent her years ago when Alucard was still around before he vanished. While the report is short, and at the time, Integra thought it's possibly nothing. After all, Rip was only a subordinate and bait for the Millennium group to lead to Alucard's downfall. But this vampire...it's the last one of her kind next to Seras, and possibily carries whatever remains of Alucard's blood within her veins...if only there's a chance Rip carries his blood within her.
"Anything to say of yourself?" She said, interrogating her with such a angry scowl on her face. "No, forget it. I'm done. Go down you." Integra was mad. She's hot. She's sweaty. She's itchy from being bitten from bugs. She's exhausted from chasing Rip through hundred if not thousands of miles through the jungle of the rainforest. She hated Brazil and wanted to go back to England's mild climate already.
Did she give her a chance to speak? Probably not. Integra didn't give her a chance and wanted this hot mess to be over it and done. For the safety and security for all. She was too infuriated and crossed at all the animals and tribes that were gone because of Rip's feral bloodlust and instinct. Still, Integra wanted her alive and to be taken back to England for further study.
So, in mere seconds, Integra squeezed the trigger many times and several dart syringe containing the strongest tranquilizer known to man were shot in Rip's arms with an unpleasant sting, enough to knock her out for a few days hopefully.
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It was almost the peak of dawn when they at last cornered the Huntress. The sun over the horizon is threatening to come out soon, but it was Integra strategy to hunt her down until there's no option left, to exhaust her, and pushed her until morning and blocked her escape routes to prevent her escape out of the country.
Rip will find herself cornered by a group of a men with their guns being aimed straight at her while being pinned down on the ground by Seras to hold her down to prevent her from running and escape. What Rip will see is a tall, blonde woman wearing glasses and it's apparent she is the leader of the group, and it's obviously she's the one who is chasing her who planned this chase with her men...and Integra is aiming a tranquilizer gun at her point blank.
"It's you..." Integra recognized her. From a field report her agent sent her years ago when Alucard was still around before he vanished. While the report is short, and at the time, Integra thought it's possibly nothing. After all, Rip was only a subordinate and bait for the Millennium group to lead to Alucard's downfall. But this vampire...it's the last one of her kind next to Seras, and possibily carries whatever remains of Alucard's blood within her veins...if only there's a chance Rip carries his blood within her.
"Anything to say of yourself?" She said, interrogating her with such a angry scowl on her face. "No, forget it. I'm done. Go down you." Integra was mad. She's hot. She's sweaty. She's itchy from being bitten from bugs. She's exhausted from chasing Rip through hundred if not thousands of miles through the jungle of the rainforest. She hated Brazil and wanted to go back to England's mild climate already.
Did she give her a chance to speak? Probably not. Integra didn't give her a chance and wanted this hot mess to be over it and done. For the safety and security for all. She was too infuriated and crossed at all the animals and tribes that were gone because of Rip's feral bloodlust and instinct. Still, Integra wanted her alive and to be taken back to England for further study.
So, in mere seconds, Integra squeezed the trigger many times and several dart syringe containing the strongest tranquilizer known to man were shot in Rip's arms with an unpleasant sting, enough to knock her out for a few days hopefully.