There it was. Jennifer’s hand reaching out for Vincent to grab it, and yet for a split second there was hesitation. He was afraid of touching her, considering the havoc she had to endure the last time their hands met, but maybe this was different. His powers, or whatever they were, seemed to be in some kind of hibernation and what was replaced was more a calmness of mind. The creatures within weren’t restless, trying to break themselves free of their host, nor were the nightmarish visions filling his head with nonsense. For all intends and purposes, he felt [i]normal[/i] for the first time in the last couple of days, and for once he had hoped there was an end to all of this madness. 

Vin smiled as he took hold of Jennifer’s hand, which felt cold to the touch, and he wrapped his hand tighter hoping to take away the chill. He looked over at Nate, who was leading them all into another room, and Vin couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive for allowing their lives to be in this kid’s charge. Nate seemed to live his life as though he had an infinite number, and maybe in a way he did, but why did he feel the need to put others in the same line of fire that he unquestionably dives head first into? Michaels words resonated with Vin stronger than he thought they would, and he hoped that the detective was wrong about their mutual acquaintance.

“Really? We’re supposed to play dress up now?”

Vincent scoffed at the idea as he held the bundle of clothes that would be used as his disguise, but shrugged, realizing that these were in fact desperate times. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and replaced it with the standard black ATL PD uniform top, which was a terrible fit, and continued on with the remaining clothes. 

“Nate, c’mon bro...enough with the handcuffs.” He scolded Nate for even entertaining the idea of Jennifer posing as a prostitute. “Give her a break, alright?”

[@Subject Zero]
[@Xandrya]