The blonde bodyguard pinched the bridge of her nose with a frustrated sigh. "Jesse, get the injured to the medbay. I'll handle this one."
The other bodyguard nodded, bending down and helping someone up. The blonde pressed the back of her gun against Jaime's back, pushing him towards the halls.
"Give me one reason to fire this gun and I swear to you, I will not hesitate," she whispered menacingly. "Understood?"
She marched him down the hall, punching in the numbers on the keypad as quickly as she could. The door slid open with a mechanical hiss, to reveal Question perched on the edge of the table, eating bread.
His eyes held a somewhat hazy look from being slammed into the wall, but his intelligence still lurked behind it. "Ah, there he is," he drawled, his tone condescending. "How did your little escapade work out for you, hm?"
"Actually I can't, since you nearly knocked the daylights out of me," Question said cheerfully, ripping a piece of bread in half and tossing it at Jaime.
The bodyguard moved the barrel of her gun away from Jaime's back, putting it back in its holder and dipped her head respectfully to the man she served. "It won't happen again. If you'd prefer, I can take care of him right now."
Jaime easily caught the bread. At the guard's words he took a step away from her so that he was about equidistant between the two. He thought it strange that she so loyally served this madman.
Suddenly it occurred to him, what was the purpose of this place? This ironically safe haven in the middle of the wilderness?
Question slid off of the edge of the table, straightening up and brushing bread crumbs off of his clothes. "And waste all of my preparations?" he said, pouting. "Come now, Quinn. You know better."
A buzzing sounded from his pocket and he withdrew a phone, his gaze hardening at the message it delivered. "It seems our little chat is over. I trust I'm leaving my charge in good hands."
With that, he swept from the room, leaving Jaime alone with the ornery bodyguard.
Jaime sat down in the wooden chair and began eating what remained of his food. "What exactly is the purpose of this place?" he asked in between bites. "Why are there so many people here?"
Quinn folded her arms, shifting the weight of her body from one leg to the other. "You're full of questions, aren't you? Maybe it'd be easier if I showed you."
Quinn looked him up and down, a judgemental look on her face. "I have no idea why he picked you. The others were so different." She pursed her lips. "Est faster or take the food with you. I grow tired of waiting."
Her thumb caressed the handle of her gun as if she was itching to take it out, her gaze steely as she marched to the next door and rapidly typed in the same code. The mechanical door clicked and obligingly slid open to allow her to pass through. "Well? Get going."
Jaime tried to keep track of what numbers Quinn was pressing, but couldn't keep up with the speed of her fingers. As soon as she spoke he followed her directions. It didn't seem wise to cross her.
In theory, a powerful and influential man like Question should be much more intimidating than a single bodyguard. But Question's actions seemed more silly and comedic in a sense, as if he was playing a game with Jaime as one of his pawns. But there was something about Quinn that was much more threatening. Perhaps it was the somewhat gaunt look that her dark circles and sharp features gave her, or the way she methodically fiddled with her gun, or the lack of warmth in her eyes. Or perhaps, it was something else entirely. Either way, she gave off the impression of someone unstable, like a ticking timebomb.
Quinn sucked in a sharp breath, her gaze fixing on Jaime with a cold intensity. "So," she began coolly. "You wanted answers. Ask away."
