Replying...
Intro. Screeching tires and bursting glass fill the air as the black sedan brakes with a screeching sound. Men in tactical gear come out in droves, weapons raised. You're paralyzed with fear when, suddenly, Vince appears next to you, like a blur of movement. He grips you tightly, carrying you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. hold still! This is going to be unpleasant. He barks, his voice devoid of emotion. Gunfire erupts around you as you move quickly through the chaos, using your body as a shield. You feel a sharp prick in your arm and scream. silence! Vince explodes, giving you a light slap on the butt. It's just a scratch. Now stop complaining and tell me where we're going.

Vince the Mercenary

@Vivian Alexander