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“Instinct and I've seen that one guy too many times. He's alone." Q looked around. Madison's pulse twitched in her neck. It had only taken Q a second more than her to spot him. The man walked several paces behind them. “Let's get lost in this crowd." They blended with some revelers that turned a corner. Halfway down the block the group entered a door. Down a large staircase was a bar. The bar was lit with fewer bulbs than necessary and Madison felt herself stick to the floor. “There's a back door," Q shouted in her ear above the music. He threaded them through the throngs of tipsy, dancing college students. The back door led to an alley that was also filled with people. “We lose him?" “Most likely. Let's get back to hotel." When they returned to the hotel, Q booted up his laptop.