<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes post) </span><br/><br/><br/>Quinn listened to Prentis carefully as he began his lecture about Kayla. She hadn't tried to hide her emotions or thoughts about her and she wasn't surprised that he had decided to comment on it. She was there to do a job but that wasn't going to mean that she would change her personality completely. She had always been a strong person, and she was one of those people that was nearly impossible to convince...she was stubborn like no other. If it hadn't been for Graham she wouldn't be a cop. Actually she probably would have been on the completely opposite end of the spectrum and could have very well ended up exactly where she is now just without being two faced about it.<br/><br/>As he went into detail about Kayla's capture and transformation she couldn't help but feel slightly sick about it and about his description of such a power woman being transformed into his play thing and guard dog. This time though she did a much better job of hiding her emotion. This was also the second time that a story about an agent being discovered was brought to her attention in the same day...did they already know? Were they just fucking with her? She felt like she was on high alert as she sat on the edge of her chair, her body felt tense but she did her best to appear somewhat relaxed in front of this man. He was extremely observant and she knew that he would smell the fear on her if she let it shake her too much so she pushed aside any thoughts of what he might know about her at that moment. It didn't matter right now, even if they did know it was too late for her there was absolutely no way out of the situation being in the middle of his fortress.<br/><br/>His eyes drew her back in as he stared over at her, hearing her alias, her attention snapped back to him with clear focused eyes. GBI and police elements...he couldn't be serious. Why would they use his services but continue to send in undercover agents to try and bring him to his knees. Maybe Prentis was delusional, he seemed to be pretty high on his own might. Quinn's eyes shifted from him to the screen as he changed the view to the underwater scene. At first she was happy to see the view of the oceanic vastness again but her feelings shifted quickly when she saw the cage and he started talking again.<br/><br/>The man was described as a dirty cop, that didn't surprise her though or make her angry...it was more common than even within many police forces and divisions. The idea of one man being dirty was expected, but not the entire organization that swore the opposite. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the screen and Prentis, unsure of where he was going with this as he stood and reached out towards the image. As she learned about the man and his relationship with the woman she had killed, she didn't feel sorry for him at all but she did feel sorry for the woman...maybe she would have been able to subdue her without killing her, she should have ignored Dallas' barking. It was too late now it didn't matter...<br/><br/>Before she could finish her thought, she felt a sudden shift and her heart jumped into her throat, much the same as one would feel dropping that first drop in a rollercoaster. Sliding off the edge of the chair, she fell backwards, her back meeting the backrest of the chair with a bit of a thump. She couldn't react in time, she attempted to jump up only to feel her body clamp into the chair and suddenly nothing could move and she fought against the sudden restraints for a minute, her brain trying to figure out what had happened and the baser instinct of flight or fight kicked in naturally. She was right, he knew, she was dead...or worse, he was going to torture her into one of his mindless drones. Panic bubbled up inside of her for a moment but she pushed it down as he approached her and came into her vision again...she didn't want him to see her panic, or see her struggle, he didn't deserve that.<br/><br/>Feeling his breath along her jaw line and neck as he leaned in she forced herself to take a long deep breath in, her eyes closing for a moment as she centered herself. As she exhaled her eyes opened again and she felt her heart rate drop and she calmed down. Why did everyone want her to kill people today...this was the third instance and it was started to irritate her more than it frightened her. She was hired to be a programmer, not a murderer. Listening to him force the decision on her and place the remote under her hands she stretched out her fingers so they weren't even resting on the remote, not wanted to accidently push anything. Her green eyes shifted over to him and she studied his face for a moment. This was clearly another test but she was getting tired of them and she was also finding his games to be rather exhausting. Staring at him with a long silence she finally opened her mouth, her slightly stained lips finally forming the words her brain was formulating, "Have you hired me to help create....or have you hired me to be your next hitman?" she asked him then, "I don't understand your tests Mr. Prentis...I am not a killer, and I don't see how this is relevant to anything you need me to do for you and I do not enjoy being your source of amusement right now."<br/><br/>Quinn knew as soon as the words left her mouth that it was probably going to annoy or upset him, but at this point in her long day she found herself caring less about trying to impress him.