Rachel was taking her corset off when she heard the bedroom door open shit she thought.

"Hey baby."

"Hey honey."

"I didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah I went to the bar and played some pool."

"How'd you do?"

"Good."

The Fabrays arrived at the Lopez house five minutes later.

"Hi Rachel, hi Quinn!"

"Hi Britney." The Fabrays said in unison. Neither of them really wanted to be there Rachel went with Britney to sit with the girls and Quinn set off to find Santana.

It didn't take her long "Quinnster!" Quinn sighed and here we go.

"Santana," the blonde said smiling "how are you?"

"Great great just made partner."

"Oh congratulations."

"Yeah you want a Cuban?"

"No thanks. I don't smoke."

"Ah right Britney says it's a nasty habit bad for my health and the kids."

"Mamma!" Oh god here come the gremlins. Quinn thought quickly making her exit to the bar.

"I'll have a scotch and soda."

"Hey Quinnster!" Quinn groaned inwardly what is with everyone calling me Quinnster?

"Hey Jacob."

"How'd your business do this quarter mine took quite a beating."

"Well we did alright of course I hide all my money under my shed so."

The man laughed Quinn drank the scotch she would definitely need liquor to get through this night.

Rachel was sitting on the sofa sipping champagne slowly not really listening to what the other women were saying.

"So Santana made partner at her law firm," Britney said excitedly.

"Oh wow!"

"No way congratulations!"

Rachel nodded and smiled praying that this night would end quickly.

"Oh no she spilled on my shoot," the woman turned to Rachel "can you hold her?"

"Oh no...No, no, no, no. "

"Oh come on please just for a few seconds?" The woman pushed the baby into Rachel's arms. The brunette gingerly took the baby holding it away from her. Quinn walked by and saw the baby in her arms. The blonde visibly paled and quickly walked the other way. The walk home Quinn didn't say anything which wouldn't have worried Rachel if her wife didn't look so nauseous. Once they got home Quinn raced up the stairs and into the bathroom. She didn't like kids…no she hated kids. They are loud they're noisy they cost a lot of money. The blonde shook her head and splashed cold water on her face as Rachel came in.

"Are you ok honey?"

"Yup… I liked your dress tonight it looked nice…"

"Thank you."

Quinn got up around eight thirty and pulled a large golf bag and a rolling suitcase. She opened the shed and went in before locking the door, she started whistling and pushed aside a shelf in the back and typed in a code which let her into a back room. The room's lights lit up as she moved about the room. The walls were lined with different types of hand guns, pistols, rifles, shotguns, hand grenades , a shelf full of money and throwing knives. Quinn opened a drawer and pulled out her latest baby. Opening the large case she smiled down at the rocket launcher.

"Hello beautiful" the blonde said running her hands over her new toy.

Rachel was making tea in the kitchen, she looked around to make sure Quinn wasn't around and punched a code in the oven. Out popped three drawers with guns and knives. Rachel looked over them carefully before selecting a silver hand gun. She inspected it humming softly to herself, turning it over in her hand, spinning in her hand judging the weight of it. Satisfied she pushed the drawer back in, re-punched the code and left the kitchen.

Quinn walked into Fabray's Engineering and was greeted by Becky.

"Quinn the boss wants to talk to you, she's sent over a boarding pass, hotel reservations, and some spending money. Will you stop blowing bubbles? You look like a high school kid." Becky held out a napkin, Quinn rolled her eyes and spit the gum out.

"Alright Becky, is Puck in?"

"Yeah he was here a minute ago…"

"Hey Quinnie!"

"Hey Puck what's up?"

"Nothin much same ol same ol killin people for a livin…"

The blonde nodded and headed for her office, "hey Quinnie I'm having a football night at my house. Just a bunch of the guys no women allowed."

"Then why am I invited?"

"You're not a girl you're a dude with boobs. Not even big boobs…

"You've been looking at my boobs?"

"No…anyway are you in?"

"Don't know I'll check with the misses and let you know."

"What is she your mom now?"

Quinn paused before closing the door, "Puck you live with your mom…"

"So! I happen to like my mom! She's the only woman I trust seeing as you're not a woman!"

Quinn closed the door shaking her head, she went over to her large screen computer and logged in via voice recondition.

"Good morning Q."

"Morning Sue."

"You have managed to rack up the body count this week."

Quinn smiled, "thank you Sue."

"That wasn't a compliment Q…If you were doing your job correctly I wouldn't know about the body count."

"But you know everything about what I do…"

"Yes…yes I do Q."

"So…how would I hide the body count from you?"

"Carefully…"

Quinn shook her head she should know better than to try to understand Sue let alone reason with her, but she still tried anyway for some reason.

"Q…what I am about to tell you is of the utmost importance, everything I say is important but this is extra important."

"Ok?"

"There is a big gun dealer that is being moved by the FBI tomorrow. His name is the Cobra."

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack. This man is dangerous…and a threat to us so I want you to take care of him. You understand Q."

"Yes Sue I understand."

"Good see Becky for further instructions. Sue out."

Why does she always say Sue out…A normal bye would work better…

Across town Rachel was on her way to the thirty-fifth floor in her building. Her phone rang it was from a private number.

"Hello."

"Hello Rachel. It's Will."

"Hello sir."

"I'm sorry to call you before you got to the office but we have a bit of a situation."

"Alright."

"There's a weapons dealer in FBI custody who's changing hands tomorrow. We need this done quickly and cleanly."

"You know me sir."

"Yes that's why I called you. Kurt will brief you on the details of the operation."

Rachel got to her floor went through the numerous scanners and entered a large room filled with computer screens. Women were hovering over computer screens looking at the latest targets.

"Rachel finally come over to this one." Kurt said. Rachel smiled and walked over to him. "Ok this one's called the Cobra…"

"Seriously?"

"Yes the Cobra aka Mike Chang. He's a big weapons dealer illegal of course. The FBI is doing the trade over the Mexican border. Your flight leaves in an hour."

The next day Rachel was in an abandon tree house like structure waiting for the convoy to arrive. She kicked her feet up on a table and typed on her laptop.

"Targets approaching. Are we clear?" Kurt's voice sounded in her earpiece.

"Yeah we're ready to go. Wait a minute…aw shit. You've got to be kidding me."

A silver truck was driving through the desert blaring Highway to Hell.

"Jesus. Stand by there's a civilian out there."

Said civilian who was actually Quinn jumped out of the truck a chucked a soda can into the back of the truck. Quinn hadn't really peed since this morning so she whipped it out and relieved herself. Facing away from Rachel she didn't know she was there but something had told her to pee facing the rocks. When she finished she zipped up and hopped into the truck bed, reemerging with a rocket launcher.

"Shit not a civilian!" Rachel said reaching for her rifle. She couldn't see the persons face they were wearing a hat and aviators that hid their face. She laughed this bitch really didn't know she was here wow. She aimed with her scope and fired at the person's shoulder. Quinn grunted and fell over from the shot she had protective gear on so it didn't hurt her, the impact had just knocked her down.

"What the fuck?" The blonde was pissed who the fuck shot at me? She lifted the rocket launcher and aimed it at the pile of rocks that the shot came from.

"Shit!" Rachel jumped out of the tree house and onto the ground. The explosion happened a few seconds later destroying all the equipment that Rachel had left and it detonated the bombs early. The FBI convoy stopped a few feet short of the explosion and frantically turned around tires screeching as they hurried back across the border. Quinn pulled the bullet out and stared at it for a second before she heard the motor of a dirt bike racing away. She looked and saw the faint figure of a woman getting away on a dirt bike.

Damn…Quinn shook her head as she put the launcher back into her truck and drove away. Now she'd have to find the girl and kill her, she saw a broken laptop sitting a few feet away from her. She picked it up maybe it'd lead her back to its owner. Later that day she was eating at a dinner with Puck.

"So…I think I got I. on that job."

"The one that you screwed up?"

"Yes that one!"

"Well did you see the guy?"

Quinn didn't answer she just played with her fries.

"Well?"

"I think I got shot by a girl…"

"HA! You got your ass handed to you by a girl! That's hilarious!"

"Why is that so funny."

"Because you got served by a girl!"

"Can you keep it down! And do people even say you got served anymore?"

"Uh yes they do and it's funny because well…it's a girl."

"I'm a girl."

"The jury's still out on that one."

Quinn rolled her eyes.

"So how are you going to find said girl. You know the rules you got forty-eight hours."

"She left stuff at the site, I've asked Artie to look at it."

Rachel was fuming some idiot had messed up her job! And shot at her!

"I want to know who that bitch is! Get me that tape!"

"Rachel…"

"Get me that damn tape!"

"It's Will…"

Rachel sighed and took the phone, "the mission failed sir."

"Damn right it did. What the hell happened?"

"There was another player."

"Well you know the rules of the game Rachel. You have forty-eight hours."

"Looking forward to it sir."

Quinn had finished eating when her phone rang.

"What do you got Artie?"

"Well first I wanted to thank you for sending me that lovely piece of scrap metal. You really shouldn't have."

"Oh you know me I love giving gifts."

"Yeah…anyway the chip I was able to save from the computer was Japanese and I was able to get you a billing address. You ready?"

"Yup"

"565 Lexington Avenue Suite 4003 in New York."

Quinn froze that address sounded familiar… "Ok thanks Artie."

"You got an I.D.?"

"No just a lead on where to find the girl."

Quinn was at the address ten minutes later looking at the marquee of names and offices.

"Sweet mother of god!" She exclaimed when she saw the name of the person in that office.

Rachel had been staring at the screen looking for something anything that could id this kid. She re-watched the whole thing at least ten times. Then something caught her eye, she rewound it to the part where the person was urinating. The person shook their left foot twice. Weird Quinn does that. She watched it again zooming in and the person, those boots looked familiar too. Then it hit her.

"Rachel? It's Quinn she's back from her trip and wants to know what time dinner is."

"Tell her…dinner is at seven."

"Hi Quinn, she says dinner is at seven."

"It always is thanks Kurt."