Vincent awakens.

Vincent's eyes popped open, and he looked up to see a pretty brunette aiming a pistol in his face. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, and a base ball cap. The look on her face suggested she didn't expect to find him lying their. Before he could think much about the fact that he was in some sort of coffin like device, automatic gun fire echoed into the small room. It wasn't any gun Sergeant Roberts recognized.

The young woman turned in surprise, but was too late, as another burst took her in the torso. The bullets blasted right through as if she wasn't even there. Falling backward the woman landed haphazardly across Vincent, her gun falling awkwardly onto his chest.

Keeping calm, despite the fact that he was inwardly freaking the fuck out, he took her gun, and prepared for whatever was coming. The gun was a standard issue Beretta M9, and was often his sidearm, and that gave him some small measure of comfort. Vincent heard the sound of metal on metal, as something entered the room and walked toward him.

A large creature inside a black armored suit, with a strange looking helmet, loomed over him. The design wasn't any country he knew, but the jaw line looked human. If he was human, then why shoot the woman? Vince had a split second to make a decision. Shoot the obviously dangerous individual, before it could kill him to, or hope they were on the same side.