As soon as Vinceny had gotten far away enough from the warehouse, he hailed a passing cab. As he was being driven towards his main hideout, he pondered what to do about his current predicament. If he ran he was a dead man. He hid, dead. He had to find out who framed him, beat the shit out of them and see if anyone else had a hand in it. Best way to do that, find The Middle Man.

"Yo bud, we're here."

Vincent looked out the window and saw The Caramel Truffle, a strip club he stayed at, or rather, the room above a strip club. He fished out some cash from his wallet and palmed it off to the cabbie. "Keep the change."

He walked into the club and was greeted by a few of the employees that worked there. He headed past the stage, through the back room where a few of the girls were getting ready for their time on stage, and went up a stairway. As he entered his small apartment, he shut the door and fell face first onto his couch. 

Revenge can wait, he needed to heal up a bit first. And get some food later. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.