/And here we go.../ Vincent thinks to himself, flexing his fingers as the guards fan out. A lightning spell settles in his mind and his eyes settle on Andrew, waiting for either shooting to start, or any kind of signal.
(He's had a slightly less than optimal history of determining when to shoot first himself.)
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