Man of the People

Vince blew a cloud of smoke into the cold night air, hoping the others could see how relaxed he looked. The gun, cradled lovingly in his arms, made him feel invulnerable. Glancing upwards, that feeling was lost to alarm.

The figure dropping from the third floor was a surreal sight. The man looked like a crusading night, complete with bucket helmet and red crossed tabard. All he was missing was a sword.

Templar landed silently, knees bending to absorb the impact, then he was moving...