E-mail 4

To: fangsnfeathers@england.co.uk
From: greatqueenerat@france.fr
Subject: Irksome Italians

Dear Countess Hellsing,

The things one hears in an Asylum, or so the saying goes; to writ: I have but a few hours ago been presented with a rather extremely illuminating Sisterhood report on this Largo situation (or I do suppose, this Sweet situation, should we wish to acknowledge that… person’s petty indulgences), and to be still more particular, on Zydrate production in the disreputable enclave that pernicious family has carved out for itself; a report from which I have learned the following: illegal Zydrate production, on which we had pinned so many worries, is no more, or rather, is a rapidly expanding market, but under Largo auspices: a market domestic, within that city-on-a-graveyard, and foreign, and thus, the market driving the growing Zydrate problem within our own nations: a grave charge, to be sure, but one made with confidence by Sisterhood agents in whom I, in turn, have complete confidence, a conclusion, indeed, substantiated by the testimony of a prominent street-vender of Zydrate and client of Largo policies, whom my agents brought under Sisterhood pay (it should here be noted that this man’s affect on my agents, several of whom had previously shown no favor toward males, bears note, and, given this individual’s connections with the Largos, may portend some aphrodisiac device appearing in GeneCo’s arsenal in the coming months, which, if I may venture into stating the obvious, may provide those people with leverage over our mutual friend (to… um… assign a neutral enough word) René, with obvious and odious political implications), and indeed, this grave robbing Zydrate vending ruffian has claimed to be so prominent as to supply our mutual… aquantance, Sweet, with her Zydrate, which, if true, would indeed explain how she has been able to keep her habit off the GeneCo books (which I am sure, Countess, that your intelligence service, being just as efficient as mine, has provided to you as well), and thus of no use to her brothers’ admittedly rather timid-seeming attempts to overthrow her, if this is true, in fact, we could well have precisely the leverage we require to aid Mr. Luigi Largo in assuming his rightful place as our puppet CEO, and, in fact, if this is true, I shall now be so bold as to propose that we do, in fact, embark on this endeavour, for it must be admitted by any reasonable observer that if our nations’ Zydrate problem is in fact a product of deliberate GeneCo policy, it must be seen as nothing short of a policy of war, clandestine, true, but war none-the-less, meriting our response, if only clandestinely, with acts predicated on a similar attitude of enmity, of which the overthrow of that… woman would be a perfect example; thus, Countess, I do here formally propose that our agents act together to achieve this end, and end for which we should have far more assets available then the number we shall actually need (and indeed, should it prove necessary to put a rapid and punctuated end to the situation, sending Chandra, further armed as she now is, to remedy the situation may well prove just as effective as indulging my General Staff’s rather understandable, in light of their origins in this fair land of Gaulish past, enthusiasm for tactical nuclear warheads) and, having made this proposal, must conclude, at the risk this time of mixing pleasure with business, by noting my relief at the reprieve of my clothing, and, finally, must assure you that I shall send you butter crumpets in abundance.
I do look forward to tea.

Yours manicly,
President Emilie Autumn

Ps. If my new graverobbing associate does indeed prove to be as valuable an asset as he claims to be, I should like to consult you about making him a vampire, for, though I do realize you prefer to keep such indulgences of mortals to a minimum, it would surely make our operations far easier in that rather touchy sector of the world.