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Quinn was trying to figure out just how he was going to get out of the situation that he found himself in. He was tied to a chair by the people he was supposed to be retrieving some stolen valuables from. Somehow they had managed to not only catch him, but overpower and detain him. Then decided to try and torture his employer out of him.
Which wasn't going to work.
He spat out the blood in his mouth and gave the men in front of him what he knew was a shit eating grin.
"This isn't going to end well for you."
One of them stepped forward.
"I think you have that backwards. We have the upper hand here."
Quinn had another retort on the tip of his tongue but he was saved from saying it and getting another punch to his face by a loud crashing right outside the door of the room. Before any of the men had the chance to do more than start turning to the door, it flew open with a loud bang.
In the door was none other than Eliot Spencer.
He smiled, knowing what was about to happen and didn't even bother to struggle against his bonds. He just sat back and watched the show.
And what a show it was. Watching Eliot take out all the men in the room with nothing but his fists was always a sight to behold. It was less than a minute later that he had them all down and out. At which point he went behind Quinn to start taking off the bonds.
"Thought you were going to get out of date night this easily?"
"Never, this is just a very fun way to start it. Because now I get to show you my gratitude."