The map you had memorized had not lied- There was indeed a helicopter on the roof. You can't tell the make and model, but you had taken flying lessons for a while just on the off chance that you could hijack a military chopper one day. Your brother had told you you were an idiot, but he shelled out the cash for lessons after minimal nagging.
"Fucking payed off, didn't it?" You ask yourself as you climb into the cockpit, ordering all but one of your ghouls to disperse and attack the other two levels. There wasn't any point in having them stand around on the rooftop, after all. As the one settles himself by the turrets, you frown. No extra ammunition? Either the Hellsing bitch was too cheap to keep extras, or you'd managed to attack right after the bastards used all but one shot.
It doesn't take long to move the helicopter over next to where the conference room is supposed to be. There aren't any windows- Good. They sure as hell won't see this coming then.
The missile blows a hole in the wall that's more then large enough for you to crash the chopper into. The spinning blade guts a couple of fat, slow old men that hadn't moved quick enough, and as the chopper grinds to a halt you burst through the cockpit's window like a... Like a... Like a fucking vampire bursting through the window, you're not a damn poet!
The inhabitants look up at you with wide eyes as you heft your guns.
[] Snark. "Pizza delivery, Motherfuckers! Your daily dose of 'Fuck you!' in one happy little package, and with a side of bullets to boot! ENJOY!"
[] Lecture. "Man, your guards SUCK! I got in here in less then a goddamned minute, with nothing but some guns and a handful of fucking ghouls! It was fucking easy!"
[] Shut up and shoot them.