[h2]Blake, outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel [i]Tanngrisnir[/i][/h2]

Blake lowered her pistol slightly as the girl seemed to pause. "Whoever it is you're looking for, storming a UMMA ship is only going to get you arrested or killed. If you told us who you-" Blake's eyebrows knitted slightly in frustration and suspicion as she was cut off by the appearance of the second girl. 

"What? We're not-"

Blake's protests didn't get far as the pigtailed girl charged. In a blink, a shadow clone separated from the black-clad agent and darted forward towards to meet the charge, blades crossed defensively in front of it. Blake herself jumped backwards, returning her pistol to its sword form with a flick of her wrist. She knew the clone would flicker out as soon as it was hit - the idea was to gauge what they were dealing with and buy them a few seconds.

"Wait! We haven't 'taken' anyone!"