Paul was still searching among the rooms when he almost got caught by a group of employees. Just as he was preparing himself to get into trouble and act like a lost tourist, someone pulled him away and into another room. Survival instinct made him swing his arm forward but managed to stop himself from punching the living daylights out of his enemy… “Quinn?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Quinn Vega gave him a very girly smile, which was crazy coming from a deadly assassin who was dressed in simple office attire topped by a long white coat, her hair up in a messy bun, and a pair of eyeglasses on her nose. If he wasn’t mistaken, Paul knew he was looking at someone copying Judith Merkel. Or at least her personal style…because Judith would definitely never make that “girly” smile. EVER

