With both their backpacks slung over her shoulder, the stolen gun in her right hand, and the chain to Caim's cuffs in her left she led them down the hallways. As a last minute thought she had snatched up one of the ski masks that one of the dead guards wore. As they passed their third guard Quinn was reminded about how thankful she was that she had thought to pick up the mask. They rounded another corner and stopped as they almost walked right into another guard.

Quinn looked the guard up and down, noting that he was doing the same. "Where are you going?" the guard asked.

"Bringing the prisoner to his cell." She gestured with the butt of her gun in Caim's direction. "He seems awful tamed," the guard noted. Quinn nodded. "Gave him an injection so he's not causing any trouble." The guard nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off of Quinn. "Alright, well get there quickly. We need to transport the other two mutants to the shipping room." Quinn glanced from the guard to Caim and back to the guard. "Give me a moment and I'll be right there."

The guard watched her intently as she dragged Caim down the hall and into the first unlocked room she found. As soon as she slammed the door shut she spoke: "Trust me." She turned to Caim who was eyeing her warily. "Caim, you know as much as I do that living on the street makes you think on your toes and take chances. I'm doing that now. You. Need. To. Trust. Me." Caim's body seemed to tense up and she saw his hands strain against the cuffs as they instinctively tried to get out.

"Caim." She spoke his name softly, trying to gain his trust. She locked gazes with him and full a full ten seconds neither one spoke or moved. "Fine. What's your plan?" Quinn pulled her gun from her side and leveled the barrel with Caim's forehead. "I'm going to kill you."

A couple minutes later she jogged down the hallway, her hand still twitching a bit from the recoil of the shot. It hadn't recoiled a lot, but it hadn't helped that her hand had been mildly shaking.

As she reached the guard she had left a couple minutes ago she composed herself, making her eyes blank and her composure calm and collected. "Let's go," she said simply. The guard looked her over. "What did you do?"

"He's unconscious and locked up. And for and extra measure I rigged a trap to make a gun go off in case he tried to escape." The guard stared at her. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of surprise. Quinn shrugged. "I'm new. Now let's get going."

She followed the guard through the twisting hallways, down several flights of stairs, and through a secure area. She stuck close behind her companion through the security check, sliding in just before the sealed doors shut. Looking around she took note of the area she had been led into. It was a large room, dimly lit by overhanging lights, with door on either side of the room set several meters apart. A couple rooms, a large as half an eighteen wheeler like she had guess, were placed in the middle of the room.

A surge of anger shot up Quinn's body but she didn't release it. She was feeling her body starting to shift back towards its dizzy nauseous state and she'd need the extra boost soon. So as she followed the guard through the room she looked around for security cameras. There were two above the door and two in every corner. Every angle of the room was covered by at least one camera. She mumbled to herself as she followed the man in front of her, annoyed that her brain was moving too slowly for her to figure out how to take down the cameras. With a slight, non-noticeable shrug she decided just to get Mark and Kitchie out and figure things from there. "Think on your toes and take chances," she said quietly.

The man in front of her stopped before one of the doors and looked back at her. "Pardon me?" She shook her head. "Nothing." The guard nodded slowly and gestured to the door in front of him. "The first guy's in here, the second one's in the one over there." He pointed at the door closest to Quinn's right side, which was still at least six meters away. Quinn nodded and stuck her hands in her pockets. She fingered her knife in the left pocket, her gun in the right. She smiled, and it thankfully hidden behind the mask. "Alright." The guard turned to the door and pulled out a key and pass card, and just before he opened the door Quinn shot him in the back of the head. He dropped with a loud thud and Quinn quickly opened the first door. Without glancing inside she ran to the second door and unlocked it.

She was about to turn back to the first door when she once again felt the cold steel of a gun pressed against the back of her neck.

AN: I know I said that this part would be finished by this chapter but apparently not. I just couldn't make myself shorten the chapter and I couldn't make myself make it longer. So it will end next chapter I promise! God I need to get back on the road to the plot line... this was more character stuff and showing how people fought and whatever. It actually, now that I think about it, has something to do with the plot... Hn. Hope I didn't give away anything ^^

And I know. The whole 'gun to her head' thing is a little old, but I had to stop it somehow...

Thanks for reading!