[i]Victoria's first few bullets found themselves lodged in ons man, who had thrown himself in front of a woman to protect her; from the woman's expression, a lover. Another man–or actually, a mere boy looking to be around 13, made a gesture with his hands; the remaining for faded until they were invisible, and dispersed. Now, with their locations unknown, Vance had his rifle readied and aimed at any movement that wasn't his or Victoria's. They could attack at any moment.[/i]