Vincent sighs as the lights of the city shine brightly behind the super skyscrapers around him and he adjusts his back leather coat as he walks. His hand self-consciously checks the firearm holstered in it's shoulder holster in the right side of his coat. He rarely uses it, but is comforted to have it there none the less. A warm wet wind blows across him as he walks across the walk pass way and hover cars zip over head.
