A/N: WOW! 48 follows, 17 favs, and 10 reviews. Thank you guys. I do apologize for the short chapter but the first was really meant to just be an introduction to the story line and give a taste of Quinn's character.

As for the reviewer who questioned the whole "Badass Rachel thing" 1. Rachel hasn't completely lost her character. I'm just adding a bit more to her. I also believe that she could never be a complete badass. And 2. I haven't even formally introduced you to her yet.

A/N 2: Please do leave constructive criticism. English isn't my first language and this is my first story that isn't a one shot. Feel free to tell me if you think I should explain a certain thing or made any mistakes. Just don't be rude about it.

When I opened the door and ducked my head down, I couldn't help but let out a low whistle.

"Nice ride. Mind if I take it for a spin?"

The woman didn't even crack a smile and stared at me as if she was anticipating me to do...something. I murmured sliding into the car, sinking into the plush, leather seat, "Geez. Lighten the fuck up."

I placed my bag beside me, keeping a hand on it's blue strap. Never know if she plans on taking it and I'm not taking that risk. She seemed to notice my caution as she let out a small chuckle crossing her legs and placing clasped hands on her lap, "If I wanted your computer, it would have been in my possession by now."

Crossing my arms, I let out a puff of breath and raised my brows, staring at her, "So are you always this serious or-" She interrupted me,a fierce glare on her face, "Are you always this impatient?". I gave her an incredulous look, "Oh I'm sorry I'm not so cooperative and cool with people who just fucking kidnapped me, lady! Can I at least get a name? I'll be satisfied and quiet if you do."

"Shelby Corcoran."

I gave her a small salute with two fingers, "Well it's very nice to meet you Ms. Corcoran."

Several minutes filled with awkward silence and me twiddling my thumbs while whistling until Shelby gave me a death glare later, we arrived at an abandoned apartment building. Staring up at the building I rolled my eyes and gave her a lopsided smile,"Abandoned house for your HQ huh? How original."

"Shut up and follow me." I did as she said and we walked through the front door.

'No secret entrance or eye scanner thingy? Maybe they aren't as cliche as I originally thought.'

Lost in my thoughts I failed to notice Shelby's hand before she grabbed me by the arm (roughly might I add. Fucking rude.) And dragged me into an elevator.

"So this is where we go underground to see all the awesome stuff right?"

She remained silent and stared at the floor levels. She hit the stop button.

"Uh...Shelby. I don't know how old you are or if you're in need of glasses but you just stopped us in the middle of two floors." As the doors slid open I couldn't help but be insanely impressed at what I was seeing.

'Nice computers. Neatly placed wires. Leather seats and oooo a refrigerator!'

Before I could take in the space completely, Shelby once again walked off without me. 'As if I know where I'm going. If she wants me she should at least have the courtesy to wait.'

We arrived to a small room, a table in the center with multiple chairs around it. On the right wall there was a white board, uncapped markers placed on the side.

Shelby gestured for me to sit down in one of the chairs and I chose to sit in one of the chairs at the head of the table, "So now can to 'brief' me on what I have to do?"

"Wait."

After another five or so minutes, in walked three other people looking no more than 4 years older than me. One by one I analyzed them seeing what I could pick up. I mean, I'm a terrible judge of character but what the hell? Why not try?

'Brunette, most likely Latina, gives off the whole "I'm a badass" vibe...makes my gaydar tick.'

I shifted my gaze to the blonde next to her.

'Tall, probably uses her looks to deceive people with the dumb blonde act, probably nice.'

And lastly the boy with the Mohawk.

'Jesus Christ. Are Mohawks even fashionable anymore? Most likely the muscle of the trio, loyal, douchebag at times.'

"Fabray, this is Lopez, Pierce, and Puckerman."

"Actually the name is Puck."

"And my name is actually-" Shebly once again interrupted me 'I will steal your gun and shoot you if you do that again' "We don't use first names or distribute them to others."

I gave her a quizzical look, "Are you senile or did you forget that you told me yours?" She looked over at me with a small smile, "Security risks were worth it to get you to shut up." Just as quick as her smile appeared, it disappeared, "Now sit, I will explain your mission now."

She flipped a switch on the table and I yelped when it flipped over, a screen covering it's surface. "Fucking cool." I whispered to myself.

"Your mission is to extract my daughter being held prisoner by the enemy. I would take this to the boss but as it is her daughter, her rescue would be pushed to the side and-"

This time I was the one to interrupt her, "Why is she a bitch or something?"

"What?"

"Well you said her rescue would be delayed so I was wondering why? Do people just not like her?"

Lopez snickered at my question spoke up, "I don't."

Shelby brought my attention back to her by grabbing my head and twisting it toward her.

'Her and man handling I swear.'

"No. They would see it as too personal of a matter despite the fact that she's done work for them since she turned 16."

"Oh. So it's because your higher ups are dicks"

Shelby sighed and Puck choked on the water he was drinking and patted my back, "Pretty much yeah!"

"Can we get back to the mission at hand, please?" Lopez, Puck, and I mumbled out a yeah and it was then that I realized that Pierce had yet to say I word. 'Eh. Time to talk to her later I guess.'

"As I was saying you are to find her, and save her. Simple. Do this and you'll be home free."

I think this lady seriously forgot one little fact, "I'm not a spy or...whatever the hell you guys are. Who are you anyway?"

"Classified" They all, sans Pierce, said in in unison.

"Well who is 'the enemy'?" Receiving the same response I let out an exasperated breath. "Well how the hell do I help when 1. I know nothing except rescue some girl I don't even know what she looks like and 2. I'm just a computer geek?"

Shelby turned her body toward the keyboard to the side and began typing in some codes as she spoke to me, "Her name is Rachel Berry. Full names are needed for you to do your job and you and I bothered know you aren't just some 'computer geek'. As for what she looks like..."

Shelby hit the enter key on the board and up popped a picture of a beautiful girl. I felt a slight stirring in my pants at just the sight of her and sighed.

'How come every time I'm so adamant about not doing something, Mini Quinn takes control?'

Sorry if this chapter was rather boring or lackluster. But it was necessary. Next chapter will be basic training for Quinn and we get a peek at Rachel.