Dezmond started chuckling, his hands lifted and an applaud fell one after another slowly, then his men frowned when he started laughing.
The news on television might be grim to some, but to him this was the opportunity he's been waiting for.
He took out his phone and dialled a number, as it came to his ear he picked up the small battery powered television and walked out of the room.
"Its Hellsing, the situation in Vegas, did you see it?"
"Yes, we were actually about to contact you, the situation has called for a cure, not soldiers"
"What if I can give you both?" Dezmond said.
"Both?"
"I cannot fully cure those men, but I can give them a substitute, they will not become werewolves on the moon anymore"
"Okay, instead?"
"They will be turned into super soldiers, remember what I do is neutralize the wolf dna in the body to give them all the strength and speed, but none of the transformation or crave for meat"
Okay so Dezmond's plan has some value to it, if he can make humans into theses soldiers then illness, disease, sickness all will fall away.
People will live longer and wounds would heal up nice and quick.
The medical scheme will be relieved, fewer people will come in to get treated, meaning more serious illnesses can be paid attention to.
... But you know? There's always a catch right?
Thanks for the support y'all.