This story will be a bit slow to start out and it is a soulmate fanfiction. Main pairing will be Eliot/oc/Quinn, don't like don't read.

Genny ran down the busy street, not slowing down as she checked over her shoulder. The thugs who were following her weren't letting up, even after ten blocks. She continued running, looking for anyway out of their sights. She knew she couldn't outrun them much longer. Her ribs were screaming in agony, pushing against her lungs which were desperately gasping for air. So much for easy money. The job was supposed to be easy, but an unintended factor caused her easy plan to be pushed to a grab and dash. The grab and dash of a briefcase she was currently sprinting down the street with.

As she dodged a man on a bicycle, a loud bang sounded, causing her to dive into a roll. A loud crack was audible, her ribs burned with a new found fire. If her ribs weren't at least cracked before, they were now. When her feet hit the ground again, she pushed off the pavement and continued sprinting. Seeing no other choice, she took a sharp turn down a long brick alley and threw her arms up, grasping hold of the cold metal of the bottom rung of a ladder. Pulling herself up was a struggle, but eventually her feet found the bottom rung and assisted in her climb. When she reached the roof she collapsed on the ground, eyes stinging with unshed tears soon to mix with the blood still dripping down from her torn hairline. Her left eye was starting close, unable to be kept open from the constant increase of swelling. Breathing deeply she listened for any evidence the men had discovered where she went, and before long the sound of footsteps pounding against the pavement could be heard. They continued down the alleyway, not stopping or stalling, showing they had no idea she had climbed the fire escape to the building rooftop.

A large breath of air was released from her lungs, the movement once again sending searing pain up her spine to her ribs. At least, she thought, it took her mind off the pain of the fractured ankle she had been unwisely sprinting on for the last half hour. Genny sat down, deep in thought. What was she doing with her life? When she had left Sophie's guidance… Sophie! What would Sophie think of her? Disappointment, anger, and sorrow were only a couple of things her European mentor and friend would be thinking about her if she knew. In last couple of years Sophie had joined up with an old acquaintance, Nathan Ford, and his ragtag team of misfits. She hadn't met any of them, of course, but you would have to be living under a rock to not have heard of Nathan Ford and his team of rogue vigilantes. And in that same amount of time, what had she done with her life? Steal money and get hurt one day, then get beaten up and mugged the next. A painful but necessary cycle she had been forced to live since Sophie and her had parted ways. She could, of course, had called Sophie and admitted she needed help. That her very low level grifting skills mixed with her unpredictability, stubbornness, and grabbing anything she could get her hands on worked against her in the current world of crime. But, of course, Genny had too much pride to admit she failed and to ask for help.

The sound of her phone beeping brought her out of her thoughts. Looking down at the screen, Genny couldn't help the low growl that came up from her throat. An abandoned warehouse, currently housing her personal effects, was set up with very basic security measures. If someone cut the lock and broke through the door, an alert would be sent to her phone, which was currently being viewed on the screen. Pushing herself off the ground, Genny pulled the briefcase to her chest and made off to her home.

The walk, normally only taking ten minutes, lasted at least forty due to her limping slowing and having to take breaks in order to breathe. By the time she made it she was dehydrated, in excruciating pain, and just plain pissed off. Pulling out her knife, she kicked the ajar warehouse door in, ready to fight. What she saw however, made her drop her knife in shock, stepping back as it clattered to the ground.

"Sophie?"