I really enjoy how much color you lend to the environment and setting in your stories. Whenever you write, I can picture the setting and the character's actions in near-perfect detail, to the extent that when they speak or think something, it seems naturally-occurring and part of who or what they are.
Oh yeah, and Vincent is badass. Doesn't take no shit from nobody. That's cool, too.
That's part of how my writing process goes. If it doesn't feel right, it's not right, and I have to try to figure out what the character actually did instead of what I thought they did. It's why my writing takes a while, because I've sat in front of a word document for an hour before trying to work out where I went wrong because it feels wrong on an instinctual level. I know when I'm not telling the story right, or not "relaying the events as they happened." It's weird, but I can't write any other way, because that's the way it happened and I have to tell the truth.
So far as Vincent goes, I actually based him off of Mad Max. The Road Warrior version, specifically, but I wanted to do something with that type of character, and he very quickly got out of hand and became his own thing, which is how I know I'm doing it right.