The vehicle they had borrowed from one of the civilizations had quickly run out of fuel; and despite the woman’s instructions, a spare container hadn’t been provided. Go figure. She couldn’t blame them entirely, seeing as neither understood the others’ language. A map was in her pocket, but it did no good. There was nothing around. Even the scarce amount of trees that inhabited the arid and barren land had run out. All that was left were sand-dunes, rocks, and the occasional brush-like bush.
There was no vegetation, no lakes or oasis; nothing. Sometimes there wasn’t even a breeze. When the wind did blow however, it was unpleasant like sandpaper grinding along any exposed skin. The sand and small rocks were carried with it and the heat made the atmosphere heavy. This was most definitely, not one of her better ideas — or anyone’s for that matter. Hellsing had been tipped off, warned, and suspicions raised. If it weren’t for those leads then the organization’s trump card and leader alike wouldn’t be trekking across the desert.
Pushing blonde hair from her face, Integra stopped to wipe her glasses and cup a hand over her eyes. They had reached the top of one of the dunes and the knight had been hopeful. For what, she wasn’t certain. Anything would seem like a blessing. Of course, there was nothing. Not even a run-down shack or the remnants of a dried body of water. It all looked the same and the heir had to wonder if they were even still going in the right direction.