They would help people who weren't yet infected. And anyone who wanted to fight alongside them would receive their gift. Being unconnected to Claudius, his influence wouldn't affect the weres inflicted by the five.
The problem was with Ridley Hardiman, or as everyone called him, Nohman. Nohman was a loose cannon, and usually had his own agenda(the man had even been suspected of working with a known drug dealer). In this case, he did.
General Shampoo sat in a cafe sipping some tea as the battles raged on outside. She was impressed with how well the battle was going. Her master's gift was spreading faster than she had imagined possible.
"The efficiency of the police force is quite impressive, is it not?"
Shampoo spit her tea out at the sudden appearance of the man behind her. Jumping up and spinning around, claws ready, she faced the man who had somehow managed to sneak up on her. He was tall, about 6'5", he had pale white skin and scars by his eyes. The slightly pointed ears indicated he was a were in human form. "Who you?!"
"No need for those claws, Miss Shampoo. I must thank you for this gift. Allow me to introduce myself, I am officer Ridley Hardiman. You may call me Nohman."
"You is servant of Lord Claudius. Shampoo no hurt. Shampoo command you to go spread master's gift."
"I apologize, miss, but I follow no man's orders. You see, me and four other officers from the 17th Precinct were not affected mentally by the affliction."
"WHAT?!"
"They are currently protecting people and creating their own resistance group out of willing subjects." Nohman turned to leave. "I just thought you should know." And with that, he left.
Shampoo started to follow Nohman, "Wait, you-" but was cut short as a number of throwing knives flew by, just barely missing her. SILVER throwing knives. Shampoo faced the source. A man about 20 years of age, 6'0", long black hair(down to the small of his back), cut short at the chin on the right side, framing his face(the rest was tied back into a thick ponytail), he wore tight black jeans a short-cut black denim jacket. He had two katanas - one strapped to his belt, the other his back. He bore the look of someone who had seen truly horrible things. His blue eyes were ice-cold. "Who you?"
The man removed the katana from the hip sheath, "Demon hunter Xero Alva Prime. I care not about the victims of infliction in this town, I care simply about eliminating the source. You will take me to your master, or die."
Shampoo moved into a combat stance, as did Xero.
"Very well. I'm sure the Diggers will be disappointed that I was forced to make this decision."
(author's note: Xero is an OC. I will explain him in the Comments section)
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