They weren't in cages like Quinn had been, there wasn't any lines of light or lighter shadow to suggest that. No. They were in solid rooms, only about half the size of the back of an 18-wheeler, maybe even smaller.

She quickly scanned each of the monitors, trying to find anything clue to see where they were. Not that she suspected to find any such information but it was worth a quick shot. She was still scanning the video so she didn't hear the door open until the footsteps stopped behind her.

Quinn whirled around and came face to face with two guns. A snap echoed around the room as she felt the feel of near frozen steel clamp too tightly around her wrists. Both guards, as their faces were covered and their outfits did nothing to suggest their gender, unlocked their guns, their fingers ready on the triggers. A split second, just long enough for Quinn to regain part of her senses, and she slammed shoulder first into the first guard. The second one fired and slammed into the side of her neck, causing her to crash backwards, gasping for air.

Another click and Quinn tried to focus her gaze on the gunman above her, his gun pointed right at her. She couldn't move. He wouldn't miss. She forced her eyes open, facing Death in the face, and then a gunshot sounded around the room. The gunman crumpled to his feet, his gun skittering across the floor. Standing behind him stood Caim, a gun in his hands. Caim looked down at her and reached a hand out, over the fallen soldier's body. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft. He noticed the handcuffs and grabbed the chain between them, helping Quinn to her feet by pulling it upwards as she stood.

Quinn leaned against the desk for support. "I…" She couldn't get anything else out. A sudden nausea rolled through her and she wasn't able to speak. Caim looked her over before looking at the gunman on the floor. "Mark-" Quinn managed to choke out. Caim's gaze switched back to her. "Where?" he asked. She pointed with a shaking hand towards the monitors. "And Kitchie…" Caim's gaze hardened as he looked. Then he sighed, and Quinn saw that he was shaking slightly. "Yep," he said, nodding his head once. "Well, we have to go get them." He grabbed a backpack from the floor and held it up. "Found yours in an office down the hall." Quinn blinked, her vision suddenly spiraling.

"Quinn?" Caim stepped towards her, then froze. Through half closed eyes Quinn thought she saw a tiger appear from behind Caim and pad over to the door. "Ok. We have to make this quick," she heard Caim mumble.

"Make… what-" A searing pain shot up her open wing and through her body. Then another pain up through her neck. She didn't scream though, she had taught herself to never scream. Her vision flickered but then cleared, along with her nausea and dizzying. Her gaze flickered to Caim, who was holding two bullets in his palm and a pair of tweezers in his right hand. "That better?" he asked, looking pointedly at her as he ripped off the bottom of his T-shirt and wrapped it around her neck. "It's not a life threatening shot. The bullet just nicked the skin." She jerked her head in a nod and slowly closed her wing. It protested slightly but it wouldn't damage her wing to do so and it wasn't excruciatingly painful. Caim nodded and pocketed the bullet and tweezers. He tossed a bag to her and turned away, but then stopped and glanced over his shoulder at the monitors. "They shouldn't have dragged him into his," he muttered darkly under his breath, as Quinn froze. Then he shook his head. "We've wasted time. We have to go." He started towards the door and Quinn followed him.

"This isn't mine," Quinn said as they stepped out of the office.

"Yes it is." Caim's voice was firm and Quinn didn't rebuttal only because he sounded like he was about to snap from some sort of stress. "We should have stayed back there," Quinn told him. "We don't know where they are, the videos could have helped us. Small hints-"

"-are everything. Yes. I agree." Contradicting his statement Caim continued quietly down the hall. Quinn heard voices around the upcoming corner and she grabbed Caim by the shoulder, pulling him against the wall. "You still have the gun?" she hissed. He stared at her for a second and he noticed his hand twitch next to his sweater pocket. Without confirmation she dropped her bag and grabbed the gun. In two fluid moments she stepped out around the corner and fired four quick, successive shots. The two guards collapsed with loud thuds that echoed around the empty hallway. Quinn rushed over and knelt next to one of the bodies. She managed to pull the jacket off of the smallest one and pulled it over her own torn clothing.

Caim stepped up beside her holding 'her' bag and stared at the gun still in Quinn's hand. "Mine now," she said simply with a shrug. She stood up and looked at her companion. "Trust me," was all she said before pulling the cuffs out of her pocket and snapping them over Caim's wrists. A flame seemed to light in his eyes and he instinctively pulled at the metal binds. Quinn grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs and stared into his sparked eyes. "Trust. Me." A second, a second too long in Quinn's opinion, and the fire seemed to die a little.

"Now let's go find our friends."

AN: Sorry about any mistakes, I was kind of rushing this chapter just to get it out. Hope you guys liked it! I'll (hopefully) wrap up this part of the story in the next chapter. I don't want to make this too long because I want to continue the story, no matter how much I LOVED writing this part XD Enjoy! Cookies baked by Caim for all my readers :D Love y'all

(PS: I know that she could have taken the jacket from the guards in the office but she was rushed so she couldn't)