Before he could go after Gary Fiennes, Vic needed a weapon, something so that he wouldn't have to make physical contact with the guy to kill him (he didn't want the bastard to escape into another body). And the good police of this town could help him out with that.
He walked up to one of the cops standing out on the sidewalk and grabbed the pistol out of his holster.
"You don't mind if I take this, do you?" he asked the cop.
"Of course not. I trust you not to use it," the cop said.
Vic looked at the gun, then pointed it at the cop. Then without warning, he shot the guy in the chest and the cop fell to the ground, bleeding all over the sidewalk.
The cop looked up at Vic. "Sweetie, don't get upset. It was just an accident. I'll be okay after you call for help."
Vic smiled. "What if I don't want to?"
"That's okay. I can do it myself." He opened his mouth to yell for help, but before he could, Vic shot him in the head.
"Fucking cop." Vic looked around and saw a woman running towards the shooting. It was his cue to get out of there. He had more important things to do than kill random cops, anyway. As he walked away, he heard the woman say something about the cop shooting himself. Vic smiled. He enjoyed doing whatever he wanted.
