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Papers spread out before him, sitting with his legs in a criss-cross formation, Quinn was pondering. He was currently trying to hack into the database of a very large social networking site, in search of a particular man. He was planning to pitch a building plan to him under one of his many pseudonyms but hacking into the database was proving to be one of the more difficult steps to the plan. It made sense, networking sites nowadays were extremely paranoid about their information and they held way more of it than the users themselves knew about. If the information was leaked or stolen, they would have a lot of problems on their hands. This was the information that Quinn was trying to get his hands on.

"Information is power," he murmured in a whisper and his eye ran across the information on his laptop screen for the second time.

To be honest, he's only hacked a few low-grade banks and even then they weren't nearly secure enough in comparison to this site. He didn't even want any money, just a little bit of info. Some places he frequents, the ads he clicks on, possibly a few of his lower visibility comrades. Nothing too illegal. Quinn was about to ponder hacking into the man's credit card purchases instead when the buzzer to his apartment went off. Quinn's eye's only left the screen momentarily before deciding that whoever it was could wait until he was done. He barely had any visitors anyway. No one should be coming up to see him.

The buzzer went off again.

The brunette pinched the bridge of his nose and allowed an uncharacteristic frown to claim his face. Whoever it was should have the decency to be patient, as whoever is wasting he precious time should kindly make the decision to take a long walk off a short-

And again.

Sighing, and closing the screen of his laptop, Quinn resolved to fire off a few well meaning insults to whoever decided to interrupt his scheming with whatever unimportant nonsense they intended to bother him with. It was probably those girls who tried to sell him cookies last week. He was certain that he had sent them off well enough when he sold them a box of their own cookies but apparently he needed to sell them their clothes back before they made the wise decision to leave him alone. His bones ached from sitting in such a stationary position so long and he nearly dragged himself to the door.

Peeking through the peephole to his door, Quinn froze.

Through the hole, Quinn saw a tall, bald man, with tinted glasses and a black suit, standing stock still in front of his door. No expression on his face, still as a dead man. This was interesting.

Quinn considered for a short time on whether he should actually answer the door and be faced with whatever this man had in store for him. He was obviously a man of business, serious business. A professional probably, hired by someone with money to spend. After the door buzzer went off a few more times, the brunette resolved to stay quiet and hope the man in the suit went away. Whatever trouble he was about to bring, Quinn didn't want any part of it. There were warning bells going off inside of his head, all of them. Could he be with networking site? He knew they were paranoid but..-

The door handle started moving and he saw the door frame shake with a thud. He was trying to break down the door! Quinn grabbed at the rosary beneath his shirt and kissed the ring on his finger in a gesture of luck. Standing here was obviously not a good idea. The doors to his apartment were cheaply made and would break at any moment. This man was obviously not here for anything friendly. Quinn took off toward his kitchen just as the door broke. The man caught sight of him and barreled toward him with an amazing speed. Quinn climbed over the chairs in his kitchen and onto the table. The man picked up the chairs and flicked them at Quinn's head like they were toothpicks.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed as he nearly tripped off of the table and jumped off, heading for his patio. He almost fumbled the door and opened it, then closed it jut before the mystery man could wring his neck. "Now sir, if we could just discuss this like civilized human beings perhaps we could come to a favorable compromise-" Quinn's attempt at a 'civilized' was cut short when the glass barrier between him and his enemy was shattered by his kitchen table. He grimaced as he tried to avoid the shards of glass that pelted his frame.

The man was throwing punches now and Quinn had run out of room to avoid him. He was on a patio, three stories up from the ground. If he jumped, then there was only a small chance of survival. One of the man's punches connected with his shoulder and Quinn fell against the railing of his patio. He pulled himself up and hooked one of his legs over the railing. A fifteen percent chance of survival at the most. An arm wrangled his body and he was hoisted above the ground. Another arm went around his head, covering his eyes and blinding him to his environment. He was being pulled back into his apartment, he knew that. His efforts at putting up a fight were pitifully restrained and he felt a sharp pain in his side. Then the world went black.