Now that was a little suspicious, but something made him stop before he could say anything further.

There was something else behind the ranks of the rapidly thinning zombies at the entrance, but Zouichi could not quite make it out through the crowd. Then three of the drones simply seemed to split apart in front of his eyes, and he could see quite clearly what stood in the distance.

The thing behind the fallen drones appeared to be a man, although almost his entire body was shrouded in thick black combat armor or concealed by the heavy overcoat pulled over the rest of his clothing. A white mask covered his face, a mask whose surface was littered with small, oddly placed vents, and with only a single aperture through which an eye might look through. He was tall and powerfully built, and in one thick-gloved hand he held the ends of several long, barbed metal chains. The last link in each was a heavy, razor-sharp attachment wrought from black iron, shaped like some medieval arrowhead designed to grip and tear. Right now, they dripped with something thick and maroon.

There was one other thing; some piece of machinery that appeared to be protruding from his broad back.

"A patrol inspector," Zouichi said.