Crack shot.

Quietly shifting his position, he kept the stone column between him and the enemy, glad it was thick enough to hide his large frame. As the boots drew closer and closer, he began to see their comrade across the room. He knew if they saw him, he would be in trouble. He needed to kill that one first, and take his chances with the closer one.

As the soldier got near his column, Vincent rolled around the side of its stone surface and took aim at the far tango. Sighting down the head, as the torso was mostly profile to him, he didn't take any chances. Pulling the trigger three times in rapid fire, the first bullet took the soldier in the side of the head, the metal helmet cracking beneath the attack. The second bullet blew through the weakened metal, while the third slammed through one side, and burst out the other.

As the other soldier whipped around and opened fire, he rolled back the way he had come, and came around the other side, jamming the gun into the woman's temple. He felt his finger begin to squeeze, when he realized two things. Hesitation could get him killed, but so could a lack of information.