"New York is a filthy place." Quinn could hardly hear anything without pushing herself as tightly against what she assumed was a wall and placing her ear directly on it.

"No, I know babe." She heard a gruff voice with a somewhat country twang to it say. "Yeah I'll be home tonight, it shouldn't take too long. This is getting unloaded at some warehouse in Ohio." There was a long pause and Quinn was panicking. She hadn't heard anyone talking since she had woken up, just the sound of what was now confirmed as a semi going down a road. Its final destination? Ohio. Quinn had never been to Ohio and she really didn't have any desire.

"I have no idea what I'm haulin', just told it was real easy to break so to be careful. It's heavy as shit, that's for sure." Quinn heard a clam which she presumed was the door to the drivers cabin before the movement that had previously been her companion, started back up.

What was the last thing she remembered? She remembered Sue. She remembered the look on Sue's face when she turned her pistol towards her.

"I'm sorry, Q." She had whispered before agents surrounded her. Quinn didn't break eye contact with Sue the entire time. She only watched the still body of her friend on the ground.

Now she was in a metal container inside of a semi being hauled from New York City to Ohio. "Could this possibly get any better?" Quinn spoke aloud for the first time since that night which must have been two days ago by now.

She scooted away from the side of the metal box and lay flat on the floor of it, barely being able to stretch out all of the way. She felt the cuffs on her wrists and feet dig in.

Quinn was all to aware of what kind of shackles these were, any attempt to get out of them and she'd receive a long and steady stream of electricity in her body. They always used these handcuffs on people of her nature. The ones with her types of powers. If she even tried to use her powers a little, the cuffs could somehow sense it and she would be "rewarded" immediately. She hadn't been lucky enough to run into anyone with the ability to control electricity yet. And now she wasn't even sure if she ever would.

Quinn was tired of sitting and laying, the last time she tried to stand they had hit a bump and she had smacked her head against the top of the metal crate that she was almost sick. This time she was determined to not make that same mistake.

She knelt slowly and carefully, feeling the little bumps of the road as she did so. She ran her hands delicately against the smooth surface of the walls. She shimmied along on the ground, tracing her hands all along the corners, and when she almost reached the last corner she felt something hanging from the wall. She fumbled and tugged against it, relishing in the little resistance that it provided.

It was an envelope Quinn quickly figured out as she tore into it. It seemed to have some papers in it and something cold. She dug it out and traced her fingers over it. The cold object was small, and had two little knobs in a different direction of its long slim body. She knew it was a key. She jammed the contents of the envelope into her shorts that had been issued to her upon her capture. They were your basic gym shorts but with the unmistakable neon number '25' printed on one leg, along with her shirt arm. She knew what it stood for. She was number 25 in the transport that was going to Ohio. Quinn knew then that whatever or whoever was waiting for her wouldn't be pleasant.

So while the papers were tucked neatly away, she struggled to get the key into her cuffs. The cuffs were cutting into her wrists and she could feel the dampness of blood trickling down her arms. "FUCK!" She screamed, banging her hands against the wall in anger.

"Why the fuck is this so hard!" She ground through her mouth, and then she had an idea. Slipping the key into her mouth she brought her cuffs to her mouth and aimlessly attempted to unshackle herself.

The key slipped from her mouth when a bump in the road sent her slamming around the metal encolsement.

"No…no no no no no no no!" Quinn began sweeping against the floor, feeling for the dropped key. "Where did it go?" She felt the hot tears begin to fall.

"No!" Quinn yelled once more, the heat in her hands built and she knew it was about to happen, the fire exploded from her hands but instead of feeling the electricity, she heard the buzz. She looked down and saw the electricity was surrounding the other side of the cuffs. She was either extremely lucky and had gotten bad cuffs, or someone had sabotaged them.

Not thinking twice, Quinn wrapped her hands around the cuffs on her feet and felt the melting of the metal. The sound of the metal falling onto the metal of her cage was like heaven.

"Now we're getting somewhere." Quinn laughed to herself. "Time to get the fuck out of here." Quinn said matter of factly, placing her hands against the wall and listening to the dripping of the liquidified steel meeting the floor. Once the hole was large enough Quinn drew her hands back and smiled.

She could feel the air around her, holding both palms out and watching the fire illuminate the rest of the open semi-trailer, she looked down and saw three other steel cases like hers. Quinn placed her hands against one of the other boxes and felt the metal giving way, but when the driver swerved she lost her balance. The blonde reached out for anything to stabilize herself but felt herself reaching the ground in a few seconds. Her body bounced and she rolled with her fall hoping to minimize the damage.

She felt sick and dizzy and could feel all the scrapes, bumps, and cuts that were going to be there the next morning. She felt guilty in a way, she would probably have another day of her life but the others on that semi? They were going to be lucky to live another week. And if they did then they'd be lab rats.

Quinn sighed and picked herself up from the dirt covered shoulder of the road. "Where the hell am I?"

Walking forward she saw a dingy sign with three bulbs, one that had burnt out long ago, beneath it lighting up the words "WELCOME TO LIMA, OHIO!" A sign next to that showed all of the awards that the high school had won, mostly cheerleading awards.

"Great." Quinn spat. "I'm in a small city."

Wanting to put distance between her and the open road in case the semi driver realized what he lost, Quinn began to limp into town. There was no way in hell she was going back to a facility.