Vincent rested one knife-clenching hand against the door, his pistol held in the other.  He had a machine gun slung across his back, but he'd yet to fire it.  He was doing his best to conserve ammo for that.  He'd jumped into the GAME late, so he hadn't bothered with the chaingun.  Harry or that freelancer had probably picked it up already.  Bracing himself, he pushed the door open, swinging the pistol in front, preparing to fire a shot inside to get the guards to spring out from cover.<br/><br/>When the door opened, he saw that someone had already started a gunfight inside.  A surprised guard turned to confront him, but Vincent jabbed the knife into his gut and then again into his throat, pushing him down and hiding behind a pillar as another guard turned to fire.  Vincent fired blindly, probably using a bullet or two more than was absolutely necessary, but the guard went down and Vincent was safe.  For now.  Peering around the pillar, he could see other guards shooting at another GAMER, hopefully part of his group.  Well, unless the GAMER died.  Then hopefully not part of his group, because Vincent didn't want to sit around and wait while they pushed through from level one again.<br/><br/>He switched to his machine gun, took a deep breath, and then burst out from behind cover, opening fire on the guards.