<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid – Operation: A Classy Rescue – Bellerephon=-</strong></div><br/>A heavy sigh of relief escaped Vincent’s lungs as he heard the opposition surrender, but he didn’t dare expose himself from his cover even as he peeked over this skiff to see Griff approach the two who revealed themselves. Just because two proved to be cowardly didn’t mean there was a third who would see it as an opportunity to pick off the bold captain, so Vincent remained watchful for any other movements. “We’re fine, Cap. Si found a nice shady spot to slack off, so we’re exchanging notes before I show him one of my favorites in the infirmary.”<br/><br/>Vincent’s head whipped around while he was in the middle of assisting Si onto the skiff as he heard the impressive strand of profanity that he instantly recognized as Mae’s voice despite the metallic overtone accompanying it. Despite her good intentions, the last thing he wanted her to do was try to come to his aid. As things stood the young co-pilot had things well in hand, but that could quickly change the moment some foolish bastard attempted to open fire upon the love of his life. Thankfully, Griff was quick to guide her back to cover so Vincent was disinclined to drop Si. After he had managed to pull the gentleman back on his good leg, he positioned his arm over his shoulder to carry the burden that otherwise would have been placed on the wounded leg as the two made their way to the dolly loading bed attached to the skiff. Though the large crate they had been loading wasn’t positioned properly for efficient transport, it was secured enough and would provide ample cover for the injured passenger just in case it was still needed.<br/><br/>From there he hopped on the skiff and kept himself low, still not entirely sure that the site was secured, and eased the throttle as he turned to make his way to their ship. Griff and Dani had begun making their way down the ramp just as he pulled perpendicular to it to provide easy access to the damaged cargo. Vincent had to resist the urge to disembark the skiff so he could rush to be by Mae’s side as he cast a look towards her in the cargo hold. As tempting as the notion was, he was well aware of the few able non-injured hands that were available at the moment and had a feeling there was still things that had to be done before they could dust off. “Thanks for watching out for Mae.” He said voicing his appreciation, even though he knew it was more of a reflexive action rather than a conscious decision. “Now that things have thoroughly gone awry, what do you need me to do from here?”