<div style="text-indent:1em;">Vince already started getting tired from the thought of running. <span style="font-style: italic">"How's about I get on yer shoulders and your dart over to the nearest bed because I'm spent already."</span> The task force bursts into the room and looks in our direction. Vince lets out a long, pained, tired groan. <span style="font-style: italic">"Don't you guys have anything better to do? I mean it's the weather's the nicest this time of year."</span> The task force aim their weapons at us. Making Vince even more annoyed. <span style="font-style: italic">"Fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fine. I'm a bit tired, so you won't get the full extent."</span> Vince starts to lift the task force group with his mind. He then threw them out a large window that seems to have been shattered before.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Vince starts to stumble out the door. He turns towards Fear and says <span style="font-style: italic">"Y'look like you need a place to hide. Follow me, I have a place n' such."</span></div>