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Vincent watched Viktor from the corner of his eye as his comrade as the latter worked to reign in his frustration. When Viktor told him to go with him up to the fifth floor, Vincent only nodded and followed his comrade to the stairwell and up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He could understand Viktor’s frustration, barely having any clue as to what was going on up above, but he couldn’t bring himself to be as frustrated. Sure, he had never been in such a high risk situation such as this, his life having always been the one at risk, but because he had been on his own for so long, he had always figured things out as he went. Even the incomplete reports were enough for him.

He and Viktor made it to the fifth floor, where Vincent had just enough time to take in the scene: two bad guys were in the elevator, Cora had just started to blast them to kingdom come, and Daphne was talking to someone that didn’t immediately look familiar. Vincent focused on them for just a brief moment and realized he knew the almost bestial man. His hair was wilder than usual and his uniform was a completely different color, but Vincent realized he was looking at Kila. What really drew his attention, however, was the blood that coated his hands. [color=teal][i]Guess that explains what happened downstairs,[/i][/color] he thought when he noticed one of the men, the other having been thoroughly knocked out, stagger to his feet. He shakily raised his rifle and Vincent was already moving before he could stop to think.

He threw himself in between his comrades and the remaining gunman, throwing his arms out to the side as he unfurled his wings, covering as much space as he could just as the bad guy pulled the trigger. Just as the first round left the barrel of the weapon, Vincent’s skin hardened, turning as black as the night sky as he rearranged the carbon molecules within his own body. He staggered backward as the first couple of rounds slammed into him, but quickly regained his footing. Whatever bullets didn’t hit his body, instead collided with his wings, either falling to the ground or harmlessly ricocheting away, keeping his friends safe.

The gunman lowered his weapon with a stunned expression on his face when he saw his shots weren’t having any effect on the young hero, who raised his head and grinned. A squashed bullet fell from his forehead and landed on the carpeted floor as Vincent’s skin returned to normal. He brought his wings down and launched himself across the room, quickly closing the distance between himself and the gunman. The man tried to fire his weapon again, but Vincent was too close. He closed his hand around the barrel of the gun and crushed the steel receiver with his power as his free hand closed around the man’s face. The last thing the gunman saw was the almost gleeful grin on the hero’s face before he was slammed against the far wall of the elevator. Vincent used some steel from his wings to bind the unconscious man to the wall before nodding at his good work.

[color=teal]”That’s that, then,”[/color] Vincent said as he stepped out of the elevator, ready to deal with whatever came next.