Vincent Kennedy

The door opened just as Vincent turned the photo over. He spun around and drew his gun. For a second, he aimed it right at the man’s chest. Then he recognized him... Redfield, of all people. Of course he was standing between him and the door. “Hi.” That was honestly all he could come up with at first. He slipped the evidence into his jacket pocket and took a step back... the window was behind him. Second floor, if he remembered right, and somewhere below it had to be the awning he’d stood under earlier to light a cigarette. He probably should’ve taken a better look at it.

“I left the drawer open,” he added, lowering the gun. “In case you’re wondering which one.” Then he turned to the window, yanked it open, and swung a leg over the sill. Only then did he see that the awning was one window over to the left. “Oh, come on..” He grabbed the edge and tried to get his foot onto the narrow ledge below.

@Christopher "Chris" Redfield xD because, why not.