Vincent edged round the corner of the dry dock, hearing the rough laughter of men before retreating into the shadows. "Come out, heathen, and we promise your death will be a quick one." These were members of the church, determined to wipe out any traces of demons, whether they be for good or ill.<br/><br/>He looked back, he was between the salty water and them, meaning that it would only be a matter of time before he was caught. He glanced at his hands, in his right, he wielded an Mp5 smg, in his left, he had a handful of spent shells. These were all he had left to escape, of course he could stop his organs from functioning, but a fat lot of good it would do here. He was about to toss a shell out when he heard them change their minds, "Alright boys, he ain't comin' out. Take out the sensors!" A quick glance confirmed that the 'sensors' mentioned was a heartbeat detector. He dropped the sling bag he was carrying to the ground, loosening his taut muscles.<br/><br/>He readied his weapon, lowering it towards the ground and leaning on the metal container. Exhale. Inhale. He shifted his weight, throwing himself into the open and sending bullets raking out the the cluster of men. Some dived for cover, some did not. Some died, most survived. As he moved back into cover, his heart slowed and he clicked a small device hidden in his coat. Fwump. The space he was previously detonated in a ball of flame as the explosives detonated. He moved swiftly, scything through the shadows and bars of light quickly, leaving the charred docks.