<div style="text-indent:1em;">Vince closes his eyes. Not because he's going to sleep, but because he' s deep in thought. To the point he has a flashback...</div><br/>-Flashback story time yay-<br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">A few years back, an eighty year old computer scientist by the name of Barbara. She was planning on creating a super computer. One that she could upload her sentience and thoughts into so she can help people, but to no avail. She was ready to give up until a younger Vince appeared in her office. Due to exhaustion, he collapsed on the ground. Barbara didn't know what to do. She'd never experienced anything like that. After an hour, Barbara spoke up. <span style="font-style: italic">"Ah...excuse me, do you...do you need help?"</span> the scientist asked. <span style="font-style: italic">"Nah, I'm perfectly fine right here. Thanks for the offer, though."</span> the interdimensional being replied. At that time, Vince was wearing a uniform of sorts. A bluish-grayish colored one, specifying he was, at least supposed to be, a soldier in his dimension. After an hour, Vince stood up and surveyed his surroundings. <span style="font-style: italic">"Did I teleport into a prison, again?"</span> Vince queried. Barbara was even more confused. <span style="font-style: italic">"Uh...no. This is my lab."</span> Barbara replied. Vince look around once more. <span style="font-style: italic">"Where's the giant computer?"</span> the young anomaly puzzled. <span style="font-style: italic">"I'm actually trying to build one. One that I can upload my sentience into."</span> Barbara replied. <span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, we have those in my home dimension, those're, like, a five week build. I could probably help with the engineering."</span> Vince said. He proceeded to search the lab for parts, but all he could find are scrap aluminum and tin. While Vince was too tired, he pushed himself to bend the tin and aluminum into a computer frame. He turned to see an awe-struck woman. <span style="font-style: italic">"Well, ain't ya gonna start programmin'?"</span> Vince asked in a cheerful tone.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Fast forward a few weeks, Vince's computer frame has been complete, and the programming has almost been complete. Vince eagerly watched Barbara start programming the emotions and thoughts, with more energy than he'd ever felt. They've grown a grandmother-grandson sort of bond. However, as she was programming, she had these headaches, so Vince continuously conjured cups of water, no matter how tired he was getting. As she was done programming the thoughts and emotions, they had a celebration. However, it was cut short due to Barbara collapsing on the ground. Vince didn't know what was going on, so in a fit of panic, he teleported the both of them to the hospital.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">An hour passes, but in the waiting room, it feels like a century to Vince. A doctor approaches him. <span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sorry...but, your grandmother has an abnormally large aneurysm. She requested that she sees you."</span> He solemnly tells Vince. Vince teleported to Barbara's hospital room. Vince said in a lowered voice <span style="font-style: italic">"Hey. You look, uh, rather uncomfortable."</span> Barbara looked at Vince. <span style="font-style: italic">"It's only a headache. We'll continue programming the computer tomorrow."</span> Vince forced a grin. <span style="font-style: italic">"You've always been a bad liar."</span> As if on cue, Barbara's heart monitor flatlined. Vince stood there, staring. Not crying or laughing, just staring with a stoic, yet pained face.</div><br/>-And thus concludes our flashback sequence-<br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Vince inhaled sharply, he stands up and returns to the rest of the crowd, presumably unnoticed. He looked around to see a scarred recruit over at Fear's group and a charred recruit over at Strata's group. Vince shook his head and sighed in contempt. <span style="font-style: italic">"I don't think the goal was to try and kill them or drive them away, fellas. Without them, how'll we do a full frontal assault?"</span> Vince strolled over by a nearby tree and sat down. Not asleep, just planning on getting into the fortress.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Shortly after, Raphael landed where Vince was originally sitting. He got back up and his bones cracked. He looked at his sniper rifle, now an amalgamation of gun parts. Raphael looked annoyed, but not too annoyed. He went back to where he was and, surely enough, there was a suitcase with a glock in it. <span style="font-style: italic">"Miracle this didn't get touched by the tornado Icee hair made."</span> Raphael remarked. He then proceeded to sneak over to the site.</div>