The rogue sat on top of the rubble, massaging the place that his head had hit. Shiro stood still, leaning on a torn down wall, his eyes on the horizon.
"Good," Jake said, "Now that you've all calmed down, let's start the introductions again."
"I'm Brandon Pratt."
" And I don't care." The rogue said, "You guys should leave. We don't need your help."
"Look, we've been assigned here," Jake said, "We can't leave until another Inquisitor comes and replaces us. "
"That's why I'm here." the rogue said."What? You think I'm not good enough. This rei chose me. I am compatible."
"Yeah," a man said, approaching the four daemon hunters. "Vincent's all we need. Not some Inquisitors who barely shows up."
"Sorry, but we aren't leaving until we've been called back." Jake said. "It isn't our decision."
"Ow!" Brandon cried as a stone hit him on the head. He stood up to see a small girl, staring at him angrily.
"Get out of this town, daemon hunters." A woman said, "We don't need you here."
"We will," Shiro said, "But not without that scythe."
"The scythe is mine." Vincent said.
"Yeah. Just because your Inquisitors, doesn't mean that its yours." the man said, "Its what protects us around here, when you guys don't."
"Get lost."The little girl said. Brandon looked at her and sighed sadly. Weren't Inquisitors supposed to be welcomed? Why the hate from them.
"Not without the scythe." Shiro insisted
"Then your going to have to... " Vincent's words were barely out of his mouth when Shiro grabbed his face and drove it to the ground, knocking the scythe out of his hand. Shiro grabbed the scythe and pointed it at the rogue.
"Damn you!" The man cried, charging at Shiro.
"Stand back Mr. Winston. " Vincent said firmly. "Go on then, kill me."
Shiro stared at Vincent and grunted, driving his scythe into the ground. He got down from the house, walking away, his hands in his pocket.
"Shiro wait!" Brandon cried, about to go after him. Jake stopped him, shaking his head. He walked up to Vincent and outstretched his hand.
"Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. My name is..."
"I don't care." Vincent said, slapping Jake's hand away. "As far as I'm concerned, we don't need you here. We've been doing fine on our own."
"Its not like the last of your guys didn't make matters any better over here." Another man said, "Go back to wherever you came from."
The crowd became more and more angry, some throwing stones at them. It was clear that they didn't want anything to do with them. Jake sighed, nodding to Brandon to follow him. Brandon sighed, looking back at the crowd. Jake patted him on the back.
"That's right." Someone in the crowd said, "Get out of here!"
"Yeah!"
The two walked up to where Shiro was, who was waiting patiently beside a pole. He glanced at them and looked away.
"So are we just going to leave?" Brandon asked, his head bent.
"No, we'll stick around. But not in the town."
"The forest, huh?" Shiro sighed. "Can I patrol alone?"
Jake sighed. "Yeah. But don't do anything reckless. If anything contact me immediately."
"Sure thing." Shiro said, walking off.
"What do we do now?" Brandon asked.
"Well, the forest is big after all. So we go and patrol the rest of it."
*Achhooo!*
Kyler sneezed, rubbing his nose in his sleeve, "Sorry about that," Kyler said, what were you saying again?"
" I need you back in Boston." Martha said, "It's the Shield again. They're trying to get us mixed up in their mess."
"Thought they'd do that. And here I was thinking you missed me."
"Yeah, right, I'll see you then."
"Bye." Kyler hanged up. "Well, Sharon, I leave the daemon here to you. Happy hunting."
"Its my day off." Sharon whined.
"I know."