Snippet #1504336

Vincent finally pulled up to Charlotte's house, and he drove around to park his Bugatti in a somewhat hidden area. Vincent stepped out of the car and made sure to lock it before walking up to Charlotte's house with his tea tin. He sat outside for a moment listening. Sounded like most or all of the members were present. And by the smell of things, Charlotte was making coffee. Such a polite girl. Seeing as Vincent did not have the power to simply phase through the door, he knocked, and waited patiently for a response. If Charlotte was busy, it may take a while to respond, but Vincent wasn't in much of a hurry. His thoughts drifted back to Gregory... He may look like a child, but he is as grumpy as an old man with intestinal discomfort and a swollen prostate. Perhaps in time he would mellow out and use his head more. Vincent hoped he was not blaming the others for the way things went today. Success is dependent on how well planned out the mission is, and if the leader doesn't plan everything properly, then the only result is failure. Vincent mentally shrugged and put a smile on his face for whoever bothered to answer the door.