<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Working in the bloody desert in the middle of nowhere - BFE Bellerephon=-</strong></div><br/><em>”Look sharp, Si’s got a bad vibe.”</em><br/><br/>Before Vincent even had the opportunity to voice the curses that were sounding off in his mind, he felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was then that he realized his positioning in lifting the crate had left him with his back towards the crewmembers of the other ship and his instincts screamed at him that needed to be remedied immediately. An instant before the first gunshot rang out, the young co-pilot released his hold of the large crate and dove sideways so the skiff interposed any clear line of sight from where the gunmen had gathered. He already had his pistol drawn before he completed his landing and crouched on one knee with his gun at the ready as he peeked over the skiff. A few more shots rang out the moment the profile of his head left is cover, reactively pulling himself back once he heard the rounds ricocheting off his bunker. “Sonovabitch!”<br/><br/>Gunshots rang out in all directions, but he could do little more than fire blindly until somebody took out the man that had him pinned. In a stroke of inspiration Vincent dropped himself prone on the hot desert floor and did his best to ignore the scorching sand against his bare flesh. Looking though the small gap between the bottom of the skiff and the sand, he was able to see the man who had him pinned from just below the knee and down. With a sinister sneer, Vincent took aim and fired a round right through the man’s shinbone. Suddenly, and painfully robbed of one of his supports, he fell to the side where Vincent’s crosshairs were waiting. The man had just enough time to see the copilot and express his dread before a second round caught him in the center of the forehead causing his head to jerk back before his entire body went limp.<br/><br/>Returning to a crouched position, he once again peeked over the skiff and was relieved to see that no more shots were taken at him in the brief seconds it took for him to observe the battlefield. Several Shayu crewmen lay motionless on crimson soaked sand, but after a quick count Vincent realized that there were still a number unaccounted for. Ducking back and taking stock of matters on their end, he realized he was the only one behind the skiff. He found Griff moving closer to the Shayu and warred with himself over what his next step should be. In the middle of his own shootout, he had overheard that Si had taken a hit and felt that his aid would be more useful for a wounded friend than a stalking captain. Looking towards the crate where Si had last been seen, Vincent was acutely aware of how much open space there were between them. If he made a mad dash for it, he would be an easy target just begging to get shot.<br/><br/>Since he couldn’t find any cover along the distance, Vincent figured it would only stand to reason to bring one with him. The skiff’s engine still purred despite the glancing blows it had taken, which lent credit for Griff’s choice in small transports. With his pistol still held at the ready in one hand, the other reached up to the vehicle’s throttle and he eased it forward. Knowing he’d be little better riding it than he would be running the distance in the open, Vincent crept along side of it choosing to operate it in such an awkward fashion that would still get the job done as he made his way to Si’s cover. No more shots were fired upon him, but he figured that was a result of offering no target for them to do so rather than a sign that there was no more danger; all the while making sure to keep an eye on his flanks to make sure nobody was trying to bypass his mobile bunker by going around it.<br/><br/>Once he made it to Si’s location, he could see the blood that had soaked into the fabric of his pants but was relieved to see that The Gamble’s resident gentleman had enough foresight to apply a tourniquet. “Your taxi’s here. Though you should know I charge extra for making me drive through such shady neighborhoods.” Unsure if Si could walk in his injured leg, it made him all the more glad he opted to bring the skiff with him. It may be awkward and quite uncomfortable, but there would surely be a way to make him avoid walking while still having something between him and a gunman.