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Vincent walked nonchalantly down the street wearing a trench coat. No one seemed to recognize him, except this younger guy in a coffee shop, who actually gave him a look, temporarily ignoring his Oriental friend. He shook his blond head and turned back to his coffee and friend. Wufei looked at Quatre with his peripheral view.
"What 'cha lookin' at?"
"Nothing," Quatre said. Vincent's memory erased Quatre just as quick as he was seen, but for some reason, the stranger's face was burned into Quatre's mind, clear as day.
Vincent walked a little ways more, on his way to a very small residence registered under a Doctor Jay Minote. He passed by Marquis Wayridge's. Hi honey, Daddy's home.
END PART VIII