Azai looked at Quinn "What do you think I am? An idiot?" He smirked. "I was in the army starting at 18. Trained sniper all that." He smirked "so yeah I'm not dumb"

"Oh sniper, makes more sense." Quinn rolled her eyes. "So how does you being in the army relate...?" She asked with an annoyed sigh, her muscles twitching every once in a while.

" when I was 20 they told me I would be home by christmas. My mom had cancer and was dying. I had found out two weeks before. Then I heard that was all just a lie. They weren't going to send me home for another two years. Then we found out the doctors weren't even treating my mom. She died and my dad and I tried to file a medical malpractice lawsuit but our lawyer was a joke. My dad was killed in a car accident on the way home. Later I found out it wasn't an accedient"

Quinn raised her thin black eyebrows slightly, her jaw tensing again. "Well that is terrible, understood. Are you trying to kill all the people that caused your mother to die and you to not see her? How does that connect to me and a ransom?" She asked slowly

"well yes. And as for the ransom..." Azai knelt down in front of Quinn " That's part of what I like to call Operation Wipe Out. I'll get them where i want them then take them all out. It's simple pretty girl." He smiled a sinister but charming smile.

Quinn closed her eyes and tried not to say something that would infuriate Azai, because she had learned he had a temper. A quick one. She then peered at him for a moment with narrowed eyes, thinking about the motive, his plan, and other things. "Well I'm sure it is simple because every agent that is protecting the higher ups are idiots, and the others would be dumbfounded to see a murder, because what does that mean?" Quinn grumbled under her breath, thinking as she turned away. "Ya know what." She tilted her head and looked at him again. "Preposition. How about I help you 'take out' whoever you want. When it is all done, you let me go. Your story is just as depressing as mine, and I hate them as much as you, I just had a different mind set. Instead of turning into a criminal, my PLAN was to join the FBI, get to the rank I was at, and kill them all from the inside till you MESSED IT UP. So, I know you have no trust in me, but if all those people are taken care of I will have no reason to be an agent anymore. In fact, I will just disappear... believe me, those idiots will have no idea how to track anything." Quinn raised an eyebrow slightly. "Think about it before you laugh and turn me down."

Azai looked at Quinn." This is like some sort of hallmark movie. All these plot twists are giving me headaches. I'll think about it though." He turned and walked to his room leaving Quinn's hands tied. He had a lot of thinking to do but first that headache had to be taken care of.

"You have fun getting rid of that headache I see brewing." Quinn snorted slightly, still a little fiery even after being cooped up for days. She paced around the room and got her brain in motion, thinking about possible ways to kill people and AHA. If Azai let her go... the higher ups would trust her more than ever. They would think she had valuable information. All the important people that had hurt her and Azai would get together to speak to her about being kidnapped and what she could tell them... and pow, Azai could snipe some and she could take the rest out. Quinn would have to share that info with Azai, but she wasn't even sure if he approved of letting her help him yet.

Azai poked his head out of his room. "oh there is a cot in the corner if you want to sleep on that." Azai then went back into his room he looked at the picture on his nightstand. It was of him his mom and dad and his first dog Rusty. He bit back the tears.

Quinn's eyes flew to the corner where a cot laid that was the same color of the shadows, blending right in. How the hell did she miss that? Her time in here was dulling her senses. She gave the slightest tip of her head as acknowledgement, going to sit on the cot and looking at her hands. Quinn then went and found a sharp piece of rock, rubbing away at the rope till her hands were numb and raw, and sweat dripped from her brow. Finally the rope snapped with a silent swish, falling to the floor. Quinn rubbed her wrist and wiped the sweat from her brow. It was hot in here... quite hot. She walked back over to the cot and sat down, thinking about her mother, her father, and her brother. Her brother had always been a little more rash, and he had gone to get revenge the criminal way, like Azai. That's when Quinn and him parted. "I'll be back with you soon, Tyler." She mumbled, dropping her head between her legs with a sigh.