My voice was hoarse, breaking on some curses and completely giving out on others. It was somewhat pathetic really; trying to swear colourfully and sound like a threat when your voice was breaking like a teenager going through puberty. Disheartening was actually a better word.

"You bas'ards..." I winced, one hand protectively curled around my throat. "I will m'ke this the ha'dest dissection in his'ory," I struggled to clear my throat, swallowing compulsively.

My throat and mouth felt full; like someone had up and jammed a handful of cotton buds in there. It was uncomfortable to say the least; trying to swallow when there was no liquid in your mouth and trying to speak when you couldn't actually feel your tongue and lips.

It was like a trip to the dentist gone wrong.

Terribly wrong.

I grunted as the van took a sharp turn, throwing me against a steel wall, my body slamming with an unforgiving force. My bones creaked, moaning under the pressure and I sighed, feeling my skin prickle and stretch as bleeding and hairpin fractures healed themselves. Faintly, I could hear the sound of tires squealing and almost sniggered, imagining what the blacked out van looked like to the outside world

Because really? If anything, a van with blacked out windows, no tell tale marks or symbols painting the side and a pair of stoic drivers speeding down the streets of New York was bound to be noticed.

"I need ta' go pee," I attempted to yell, my voice breaking again. "Be'ause we all know it's going to reek up the back of this car if you m'ke me go here..." Clearing my throat, I grimaced, rubbing soothing circles in the flesh. Apparently a few seconds was all my body needed to partially heal the damage but not to ease the pain.

Great. Just great.

I was shocked out of my thoughts when the car slammed to a halt, my head colliding with the furthest wall, my body quickly following. "Sonofabitch!"

The rolling door squealed open, letting in a flash of light and blinding me. I blinked madly, trying to clear my vision as a rough hand latched onto my upper arm and my waist, dragging me out of the car. "Jesus, don't damage the goods!" I snapped, wincing in pain even as the bruising healed before it could bloom.

The white dots cleared from my sight and I glared over at the twin guards, instantly trying to find differences as I rubbed at my abused skin. "Aren't you guys... spiffy."

The taller one grunted, tanned skin twitching. "Hurry up."

I frowned before turning, seeing we were pulled over at a rundown gas station. When my eyes landed on the rotted sign for the bathroom, I cocked a brow. "You want me," I pointed to myself. "To use that bathroom?"

Tall-boy's lips twitched again. "I expect you to use that bathroom," he counted, a smirk settling on his too thin lips. "Unless you want to soil your hundred dollar panties in the back of that van."

"Fifty."

Tall-boy frowned. "What?"

I blinked lazily, "They were only fifty dollars." I turned on my heel, storming into the bathroom. "There was a sale," I declared, shutting the door firmly behind me before wrinkling my nose as I studied the small space.

And I thought I knew hell...

Sighing, I wandered down to the furthest stall, kicking the door open lightly before gagging slightly. The smell couldn't be explained with words so I didn't bother trying to name it as I hesitantly looked in the bowl. Surprisingly the water was clean despite the browning white bowl and tagged porcelain but the seat didn't look all too inviting.

Of course, I didn't actually need to use the restroom, I had been hoping for a movie-esque escape to reveal itself but seeing as I was Quinn Daniels, I wasn't allowed such luck. Fate would break that day...

"Hurry up!"

I snarled at the door, not exactly recognizing the voice but knowing it came from one of the wonder twins. "Give me a bloody minute," I muttered, looking around more frantically now.

There was a used syringe in the corner – for reasons I wasn't ready to explore – but it looked too fragile. I could stab one of them in the eye but the needle would snap and I would have a bullet in the back of my head before I could blink.

"Why are these things never easy..?" I asked myself, an idea forming in my mind.

If I could find chemical cleaners I could pull a Sarah Connor and full the syringe, threaten the shorter guard – I'm not and never wall be tall enough to reach the other guys neck – and demand for the keys and then high tail it out of here. But still, so much risk was involved.

Also, judging by the state of the bathrooms it didn't look like they used any cleaners here.

Pulling my sleeves down over my hands, I picked up the soiled syringe, holding it between the tips of my fingers as I hurried over to the decaying sinks. There was a lock on the cupboards below but rust had eaten away at the metal, allowing it to be broken with nothing but a quick tug. I smiled as I rooted through the products, my eyes zeroing in on the older bottle of bleach, the name slightly faded but definitely there.

"Bingo!" I whispered, yanking out the bottle and fumbling to stab the syringe into the base. As I quickly filled it with the pastel blue, I could hear the guards arguing outside, no doubt about how long it was taking me to piss. "Just a second," I called; praying I would be granted the time as I turned on the tap with my free hand, miming that I was washing up.

Biting my lip, I pulled the needle free, beaming when it came away intact and ready to pump the nearest – and shortest – guard full of the deadly chemical.

"Coming," I said quietly, pursing my lips.

Now or never Quinnie...

I started to push open the door, hearing one of the guards start. "I was about to come in there and help yo—Oof!"

The needle went through the shorter guard's neck like a hot knife through butter, my finger steady on the plunger as I spun around to face the other.

"Put the gun down. Now," I commanded, tightening my hold on the syringe and wrapping my free hand around the man's bicep. "Or I will pump him full of this shit and he will die."

Tall-boy slowly dropped his gun, backing away from the offending item when his partner whimpered slightly. "And boss man said you'd be easy..." he frowned, kicking the gun away at my insistence. "As quiet as a bunny."

"Where are the car keys?" I demanded, ignoring his comments as I edged towards the van.

The guard I was holding gasped, strangled words leaving his lips so quietly I had to strain my ears. "Pocket, my front pocket..."

Dropping his arm, I reached out to pat at his jacket, smirking when I came away with the van keys. "Thank you," I breathed, leading the man forward so I could bend, him following behind me. "Now, I've got the gun," I informed them both, my free hand cocking the safety. "I know you have another one there short stuff and you're going to take it out of your pocket and throw it into the van, now."

I waited as the man went through with what I'd asked, the gun clanging loudly against the metal floor.

"Now I'm going to take out the needle, and I'm going to get in the car and drive away. You're not going to try anything stupid or I will shoot you and leave you here to rot."

It didn't take a genius to see that we were far away from New York, the sounds of the city lost somewhere behind us. It would be a while before I could get back, but I could do it. Hopefully before they called for backup.

"Got a cellphone there Shorty?" I asked, pushing the needle in a few inches as emphasis.

"Pant pockets."

I smiled again, pushing the gun into the waist band of my pants and pulling out said cellphone before pocketing it. "I would say this was all too easy but I feel like that would jinx it all, and I don't have any wood conveniently nearby to knock on."

I slipped the needle out of the shorter guard's neck, gun lifting to point at the other as he collapsed on the ground before me, panting for air.

"I'm going into the car now..."

Tall-boy didn't really seem to care, intent on his partner lying on the ground. "Wait..." I flinched when he spoke, my shaking grip on the gun tightening. "His inhaler is in the car, please let me get it..."

I frowned. "You expect me to fall for that? Out of all the things you could've done to get the upper hand you're going with that?"

The man on the ground was wheezing, his chest constricting and I forced the sound out of my mind. Tall-boy grimaced. "It's in the glove box; get it yourself then, but please..."

I bit my lip, swallowing thickly as I kept the gun aimed on the pair. I began walking backwards, blinking when the tall one dropped to his knees, muttering something to the other guard in a small voice. My hands found the glove box before I even knew what I was doing, pulling out a navy coloured inhaler before I could blink.

It hit the ground, lifting up a billow of dust.

"Hurry up, help him," I commanded, feeling panic curl in my chest. Tall-boy was already lifting his friend, forcing the inhaler into his mouth and instructing him to breathe deeply.

It was a long process, the man needing more than a few minutes to recover before the taller one looked over to me. "Even though this was all your fault, thank you, I wouldn't really know how to explain this to his sister."

I ground my teeth, looking away for a split second. "Is this some stupid agent game you're playing? Feigning illness and then reminding me of your family, reminding me your human?" I struggled to get the words out and keep the gun steady, my grip turning clammy as sweat poured from my hands and neck.

"I uh... no?" Tall-boy was shaking his head, absently soothing his friend.

"I will still shoot you if you so much as move," I bit out, narrowing my eyes. "I live with two damned secret agents; I will not fall for any of your bullshit."

Tall-boy blinked before cocking his head. "But you already have... You don't really think we're alone right?"

My aim took a turn for the worst, shaking and barely even. "You're... y-you're lying to me," I whispered, ears straining for any signs of life.

"All I needed to do was distract you while the second unit caught up. I signalled them as soon as you demanded to use the restroom," Tall sighed, shaking his head in faux disappointed. "I was hoping for some creativity from you."

He's lying...

"You're lying," I said more firmly, my aim straightening. "You're bluffing."

Tall narrowed his eyes. "Wait a few more minutes then, see if I'm wrong," he stood up, towering over both me and his fallen comrade.

"Take another step forward and see if I'm wrong in the fact that I will shoot you."

Smirking, Tall took one step forward, hands up as if to mock me. I didn't even blink as I pulled on the trigger, feeling the gun shoot back in my hands as the man stumbled, mouth open and gaping.

Ignoring the rush of blood flowing from his shoulder, I steeled myself. "What did I say?"

"You—You shot me!" He exclaimed, seemingly shocked as he applied pressure.

I gaped back, tightening my hold. "Yeah, well you kidnapped me! And threatened to dissect me!" A voice in my mind added a childish; ha-ha I win to the end of that sentence and I shook my head, wondering if the stress of the past hour was affecting me mentally.

"If you didn't notice, I don't exactly give the orders around here; that was my boss!"

"And if you didn't notice, I don't give a shit. You're all the same," I counted, lowering the aim of the gun in my hands. "Next one goes through his shoulder."

"Fine! You win..." Tall offered two hands, both bloodied, in the form of surrender, gesturing to the car behind him. "Get out, and if you're smart, I won't be seeing you again."

I shook my head, backing away. "You'll never see me again..."

"Never would be too soon," he admitted, gasping and holding his shoulder before dropping to the ground. He slowly turned to watch me stumble into the car, pulling something out of his pocket.

In that moment I felt my heart stop, watching the sun glint off metal before he cradled the item, and I blanched. Cellphone. He held it to his ear, nodding once again to me before clearing his throat as I started the car, harshly ripping my way out of the parking lot.

"This is Jackson, we've lost the target, I repeat we've lost the target..."

I do not know where that chapter came from, but when it came I let it flow and look what happened? You got some BAMF!Quinn and even some regretful guards. I was tempted to make them more permanent characters but decided against it.

Tell me what you think and what you want to happen next!

Taila x