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Finding Young
Sep. 18th, 2012 02:48 pm"You don't understand, I've been doing this for longer than you realize--"
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, your records put you as a risk for us and a thorough evaluation must be completed before we can even give you clearance into anything but administrative offices," the little flippant woman looked younger than Quinn with long blonde hair and false eyelashes. She had no place telling Quinn what she could and couldn't do.
"Fine. What does the evaluation require?" she figured she may as well ask, her petite stature still giving as much attitude as she possibly could.
"There's a current waiting list for two months--"
"What the fuck. You've got to be kidding me?" she barked at her.
"No, they are very thorough, as I've said," she was getting catty.
Quinn pursed her lips and sighed, taking another deep breath to pull back from him and deciding that this wasn't going to work. She needed to do something else. They needed her whether they wanted to believe it or not. She was worth something to them. They had taken down multiple drug rings and they didn't even realize that it was Quinn's doing that they could do that. That idiot stole her pride from her and she wasn't about to let that go.
She left in a huff, walking out of the front door, keys hanging from her hand. She'd taken Darcy's car since what did she care? She was off having a great time. The drive home was faster than it should have been, weaving in and out of traffic, her temper rising to dangerous proportions. When she finally did arrive back, Quinn was immediately rustling through all of her things. She had a gun in the stuff in storage, which was currently scattered in Darcy's spare bedroom while she figured out what to do with it all. A bag was packed swiftly, the gun found
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, your records put you as a risk for us and a thorough evaluation must be completed before we can even give you clearance into anything but administrative offices," the little flippant woman looked younger than Quinn with long blonde hair and false eyelashes. She had no place telling Quinn what she could and couldn't do.
"Fine. What does the evaluation require?" she figured she may as well ask, her petite stature still giving as much attitude as she possibly could.
"There's a current waiting list for two months--"
"What the fuck. You've got to be kidding me?" she barked at her.
"No, they are very thorough, as I've said," she was getting catty.
Quinn pursed her lips and sighed, taking another deep breath to pull back from him and deciding that this wasn't going to work. She needed to do something else. They needed her whether they wanted to believe it or not. She was worth something to them. They had taken down multiple drug rings and they didn't even realize that it was Quinn's doing that they could do that. That idiot stole her pride from her and she wasn't about to let that go.
She left in a huff, walking out of the front door, keys hanging from her hand. She'd taken Darcy's car since what did she care? She was off having a great time. The drive home was faster than it should have been, weaving in and out of traffic, her temper rising to dangerous proportions. When she finally did arrive back, Quinn was immediately rustling through all of her things. She had a gun in the stuff in storage, which was currently scattered in Darcy's spare bedroom while she figured out what to do with it all. A bag was packed swiftly, the gun found
